Chapter 363: The Tragic Demise of the Mystic King, a Blood‑Rain Deluge!

Veteran Senran's voice rang out atop the city wall.

Boom—!

Countless energy shells blasted out.

Like raindrops, they fell densely upon the myriad races' great army.

Without the help of the Marquis-level Expert, these myriad races' great armies stared in terror at the sky‑filled energy cannons.

These missiles seemed like death‑summoning artifacts, descending onto the battlefield.

They unleashed fierce power, mushroom clouds rose over the battlefield.

Like brilliant, colorful flowers.

Blooming exuberantly.

Each mushroom cloud's bloom signified countless strong ones of the myriad races perishing within.

Along with their inner cores, under that extreme temperature and fierce power,

were brutally melted.

The tide‑like myriad races' army, under the effect of each energy missile,

was brutally blown a hole.

Blood seemed to coalesce into rivers, wildly washing the earth.

The ground turned dark red.

Even nearly black.

All the soldiers of Qianlong City and the students of Qianlong Academy, seeing this scene, instantly raised their arms and shouted.

"Kill!"

A Marquis of Qianlong City bellowed, swinging his war blade fiercely.

Fierce blade aura brutally cleaved a crack in the torrent of the rushing myriad races' army.

As the crack appeared, countless soldiers rushed in madly.

Tian Ming held a jade stone, faint moonlight shimmering on his body.

"First formation… Gods' Demon‑Slaying Formation!"

Behind him, a divine‑demonic phantom surged, bearing fierce waves, and punched the myriad races' army on the battlefield.

The fierce force instantly smashed each strong one of the myriad races into mush.

Zhu Junhao turned into countless gu insects, like a storm, sweeping outward.

Those lower‑cultivation strong ones of the myriad races, upon touching the gu insects, were immediately drained.

Turned into desiccated corpses.

The aura fluttered lightly, turning directly into powder.

Chu Hong wielded a long sword as delicate as cicada wings, swinging it.

"Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth… Activate!"

Chu Hong let out a low shout.

Flames filled the sky, towering waves, countless vines, sharp sword qi, and stone spikes erupted from the ground.

Boom— slaying many strong ones of the myriad races.

Xiang Shaoyun became like a lone wolf, fists bare, brutally cutting into the army.

At this moment, he was like a meat grinder, killing wildly.

Every strong one of the myriad races that approached Xiang Shaoyun met death the instant of contact.

Tang Nian Bing, like an ice‑mountain goddess, charged the battlefield, snow lilies forming beneath her feet.

Snow and wind swirled, each snowflake becoming a sharp blade.

Slashing the multitude of strong ones of the myriad races.

Bei Chen had faint demonic aura, his eyes turned blood‑red.

Wielding a dark‑red long spear, he charged the battlefield.

As the spear quivered, each strong one of the myriad races died instantly.

Around Zhang Xiaobai, sword qi crisscrossed like a spider web, entangling.

Eradicating myriad foes.

Nan Shou Ren played a pastoral flute, pleasant notes leapt, making nearby Human Race strong ones feel invigorated.

But those notes falling into the ears of the myriad races' army became death‑stealing notes.

Countless myriad races' armies screamed in agony.

Su Yu, still wielding the Blood‑Thirsty Demon‑Slaying Blade, directly confronted a Great Sun Grand Master's demon‑race strong one.

Relying on the Divine‑Demonic Heart Method, the Blood‑Thirsty Demon‑Slaying Blade, and Martial Technique suppression, he fought fiercely with that Great Sun Grand Master‑level demon‑race strong one, neither yielding.

Amid the sky‑filled cannon roar, the three‑million army, under the counterattack of countless Qianlong City strong ones, was brutally forced into retreat.

At this moment, above the Nine Heavens.

The King-Conferred Strong One's battle was exceedingly fierce.

Their fight's outcome decided this war's outcome.

The Holy Spear King radiated golden light like a Buddha, and as he wielded his long spear, he repelled the Ghost King.

The Qianlong King transformed into his true form, a ferocious black python.

Cold light flickered in his golden pupils.

His massive body, combined with fierce cultivation, brutally entangled two Ghost‑race King-Conferred Strong Ones.

And it was at the very top.

Mysterious Elder wielded the Dragon Head Sword, strands of sword Qi roaring out like a giant dragon, forcefully suppressing the Ghost Emperor, leaving him unable to move.

However, even so, a gleam flickered within the Ghost Emperor's scarlet eyes.

"Kekeke, Mysterious King, you are ultimately old; after your battle with the Bear Emperor, your cultivation has been lost. Although I don't know how you can still maintain your current combat power, compared to your former self..."

"You're far behind!"

The Ghost Emperor kept provoking the Mysterious King.

Although the Ghost Emperor was merely a four-step King, after Mysterious Elder consecutively slew three Kings, his strength had already waned compared to before.

Moreover, this time Mysterious Elder was originally engaged in a battle that burns his life force.

Now the time has come when the oil is exhausted and the wick is dry.

A gleam burst forth from the Mysterious Elder's cloudy eyes.

"Although I'm old, killing you is enough!"

Mysterious Elder let out a low shout, and the Dragon Head Sword in his hand was hurled out, directly transforming into the likeness of a Dragon Clan.

Mysterious Elder's Dragon Head Sword was originally forged by beheading a Dragon Clan expert's dragon head and refining it.

Within the blade lies the power of the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Clan formed from the Dragon Head Sword let out a roar, deafening, shaking even space.

Roar!!!

The Dragon Clan expert swallowed the Ghost Emperor whole, and countless energy gathered in the dragon's belly.

Intending to directly refine the Ghost Emperor.

A trace of fear flashed across the Ghost Emperor's face, and he let out a shrill cry.

"Mysterious King, you dare!"

Mysterious Elder let out a cold laugh.

"How could I not dare?"

"Dragon Blood Furnace, open!"

Mysterious Elder's hand formed seals, striking the dragon's belly.

Instantly, in the dragon's belly, it was as if a raging fire ignited, instantly bursting into flames.

Amidst the sea of fire, the Ghost Emperor, under the scorching flames, continually shrank.

At that moment, a pitch-black hand suddenly reached out from the void.

At an extremely strange angle, it instantly pierced through Mysterious Elder's chest.

Mysterious Elder's expression suddenly froze.

He looked in disbelief at his own heart.

He saw a black arm pierce through his chest, then clench tightly.

His heart instantly burst.

"Mysterious King, since you've lost your cultivation, don't come out causing trouble; obediently go die!"

The Ghost Emperor had appeared behind Mysterious Elder at some point.

Mysterious Elder looked in disbelief at the giant dragon.

He saw the Ghost Emperor there instantly refined.

Then his head tilted, and he lost his breath.

Boom!!!

At the very moment Mysterious Elder perished, rumbling came from the heavens.

Countless dark clouds gathered over Hidden Dragon City.

Mysterious King fell....

Blood rain... poured down!