Chapter 155: Final Battle

He slowly brought his hands together.

White Imperial Flame and black Divine Fire—two supreme flames of utterly opposite natures, meant to repel each other—began a difficult, dangerous fusion in his palms!

“Hummm—!!!”

An indescribable, primordial aura, as if splitting heaven and earth, spread from between Akatsuki Jin’s hands!

The surrounding space collapsed and vanished in vast stretches, revealing the pitch-black void beyond!

The defensive barrier of the Fallen God Platform emitted a desperate, unprecedented scream, as if on the verge of shattering completely!

“Stop him!” From above the clouds, the Yinglong let out a furious roar—it sensed from the fused flames a power capable of threatening it!

But it was already too late!

Akatsuki Jin’s hands finally closed completely.

A fire lotus, no larger than a fist, a chaotic gray and slowly rotating, was born in his palm.

The fire lotus seemed utterly unremarkable—no light, no heat, not even a hint of energy leakage.

Yet the instant it appeared, time itself seemed to halt across the entire battlefield!

Every eye involuntarily fixated on that tiny gray fire lotus; every soul trembled before it!

“This flame has no name,” Akatsuki Jin lifted his head, his face as pale as paper, golden blood oozing from all seven orifices—clearly, fusing these two flames had been a tremendous burden—but his eyes blazed with terrifying intensity, “Let it be called… Annihilation.”

He gently raised his hand and pushed the gray, chaotic fire lotus toward the approaching, overwhelmingly powerful Nine-Colored Nirvana Phoenix.

No sound.

No explosion.

In the stunned gazes of all, the mighty Nine-Colored Phoenix vanished—soundlessly, from head to tail—the instant it touched the gray fire lotus.

Not shattered, not burned—erased utterly, from the very level of existence!

Not even a wisp of ash or a ripple of energy remained!

The gray fire lotus, having “erased” the Nine-Colored Phoenix, seemed to exhaust its power and slowly dissipated into the air.

As if nothing had happened.

Only Huang Jiutian, standing at the center of the arena, frozen mid-charge, his grotesque smile locked in place, his eyes filled with ultimate terror and confusion, proved that the cataclysmic scene had not been an illusion.

She stared dully down at her chest. There was no wound.

Yet she could clearly feel her Phoenix essence, the vast power she had just gained upon breaking into the Sovereign Realm, slipping away, vanishing at an incomprehensible rate—as if erased at its very root by some invisible force.

“No… this cannot…”

She struggled to utter a few words, swayed, then her eyes dimmed completely; the nine-colored aura around her flickered out like a candle in the wind, and her body collapsed like a puppet with severed strings, lifeless upon the arena.

A pure-blood Phoenix, who had just broken into the Sovereign Realm mid-battle, perished!

Silence.

Deathly silence.

All were utterly awestruck by this event beyond comprehension.

A mere Wang Hou, fusing Imperial Flame and Divine Fire, unleashed a power bordering on “rule erasure,” and reversed the tide to slay a pure-blood Phoenix who had just ascended to the Sovereign Realm!

What kind of heaven-defying power! What kind of terrifying flame!

Akatsuki Jin gasped heavily, his body trembling, on the verge of collapse—the fused flame had drained every ounce of his strength, perhaps even damaged his foundation.

Yet he still forced himself to stand, his gaze sweeping across the lifeless beast camp, finally settling on the several demonic Saint shadows above the clouds; though weak, his eyes burned with boundless arrogance and defiance:

“Who else?”

His voice was quiet, yet it exploded like thunder in the hearts of every beast.

Long moments passed before the grand, law-bound voice finally echoed, thick with a hesitation as if moved by awe:

“Match Twelve… Human, Akatsuki Jin, wins.”

Akatsuki Jin’s reversal, his near-rule-erasure victory over the Phoenix, instantly reignited the nearly extinguished fighting spirit of the human camp.

Roars of celebration and shouts of triumph shook the heavens—their long-suppressed oppression and grief erupted in this single moment!

Akatsuki Jin himself, after uttering that commanding “Who else?”, finally collapsed from exhaustion; his body lurched, caught just in time by disciples of the Fentian Pavilion who rushed forward to support him.

His face was paper-white, his breath like a candle in the wind, yet the arrogant smirk on his lips never faded.

The stunning reversal in Match Twelve tied the overall score at five wins, four losses, three draws!

Meaning that if Jiang Xia held this final match—even with a draw—the humans would win.

The final pressure, unrestrained and absolute, settled entirely upon the last match, upon the two about to step onto the arena.

Human: Jiang Xia.

Beast: Fuyou.

Human camp, core zone.

The atmosphere, no longer relaxed after the cheers, grew heavier, more urgent.

“We’re running out of time!” Qingyun’s voice was urgent.

“According to the information previously provided by the Qin family, combined with our own cross-verified findings, this Fuyou is an extremely rare temporal beast!”

Zhao Tianji quickly added, speaking at breakneck speed: “Its core ability lies in manipulating the flow of time—divided into several levels.

First, localized acceleration or deceleration of time, affecting an opponent’s movements and reactions.

Second, creating small-scale time loops, trapping enemies in an instant.

Third—and most terrifying—rumors say that in its death throes, it can trigger its life essence to unleash a temporal force reaching a terrifying level.”

“Terrifying level…” Ye Ting chewed on those four words, his face grim, “Even more terrifying than a time loop—how can Jiang Xia possibly withstand it?”

“Moreover,” another Tianji Pavilion attendant, skilled in information analysis, interjected.

“Fuyou possesses extremely high resistance to physical and energy attacks, as its body can drift within time fissures—conventional strikes cannot even reach its true form.”

“Only forces involving time-space, causality, or rules themselves might inflict effective damage.”

All eyes turned unconsciously to Jiang Xia. His abilities were bizarre and unpredictable—he had demonstrated spatial power (Shenwei), and that force which flattened everything.

The blue giant seemed the only possible counter to Fuyou.

But intelligence was too scarce! Time was too short! Fuyou’s exact techniques, the range and strength of its time domain, the precise location of its true body—all were unknown! Against an opponent of this caliber, ignorance meant absolute lethality!

Jiang Xia stood at the center, eyes closed, meditating. He listened to the analysis, his expression calm, but his tightly clenched lips betrayed the weight within.

“There’s one more critical question,” Qingyun’s voice rang out, carrying a faint, chilling edge, “The Qin family deliberately concealed this most lethal terrifying level in their information on Fuyou—what exactly was their intent? It’s unforgivable!”