Chapter 225: The Glory of the Ancient Lands Is Rewritten (Begging for Monthly Tickets)

The frenzied, demon-like encirclement and slaughter—fierce halberd light intertwined with myriad killing techniques, weaving and colliding into beautiful yet deadly brilliance; each burst of brilliance sent waves rippling outward, stirring the void into great swells that eclipsed the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.

As if the sun, moon, and great stars themselves trembled, their light dimming and quivering, cowed by this encircling slaughter, lowering their glow to the minimum so as not to be too dazzling and provoke the terrors of this great battle, lest they be caught in it.

As Kamikawa Mitsu sought to reach ultimate sublimation within the great battle, his fighting grew ever fiercer, ever more grand and unrestrained—truly like a peerless demon god descending upon the world, unmatched in dominance, bearing the momentum to sweep aside all foes.

"The Quetzalcoatl God became powerful—perhaps this is exactly how he fought his way to it."

Someone watched Kamikawa Mitsu's sublimation within the great battle and sighed aloud.

Is this why the gods of the original battlefield became so powerful? Bathed in blood and fire, breaking through amidst great battles, squeezing out potential through life-and-death extremities, wringing every last drop of power from the body, surpassing the limit.

In fact, people had all noticed that every god who emerged from the slaughter of the original battlefield possessed an unstoppable spirit, savagery that surged to the heavens, carrying with it a thick miasma of iron and blood.

And as Kamikawa Mitsu's aura grew ever stronger, ever closer to the realm within, one after another kings of the Nether Erosion Realm were slain, triggering a chain reaction—even the instinctive environment of the world changed, and all manner of calamities began to appear.

"NO!!!"

A howl mingled with terror and hatred—an ancient being who had lain dormant for three thousand years, enraged by the killing of its descendants, emerged in fury, only to be torn apart by Kamikawa Mitsu; even its soul was annihilated by the great halberd, becoming a ghost beneath the blade.

One could see that the great halberd in Kamikawa Mitsu's hands was stained with much blood, emitting an eerie blood-light; even the halberd's shaft was slick with blood, radiating terrifying fluctuations.

Too much blood had been shed—at the very least, royal blood, and the blood of several beings who surpassed kings.

Bathed in the blood of gods and demons, the great halberd—which Kamikawa Mitsu had casually taken from a Void Demon—underwent a change, bearing baleful savagery, clinging to the hatred and grievance of the dead; no longer an ordinary weapon, it gradually transformed toward a cursed demonic weapon, malevolent and savagely baleful.

Blood stained the long sky.

This was a being who surpassed kings being suppressed and slain, shocking many; the kings fell silent—the strongest among them were at this realm, most no stronger than this being, yet none could be called weak either.

Those who could participate in this encircling slaughter—were any of them not overlords who unified one region of the Nether Erosion Realm, crowned kings for hundreds or thousands of years, revered as supreme in the world?

Yet now, one after another, they were being madly slaughtered by an outsider being.

Looking at that tall, slender figure—like a great demon god in the world, not appearing imposing—resembling an ancient demonic mountain, one man blocking the gate alone.

Domineering, disdainful, proud of the world—an invincible, peerless bearing.

And just as Kamikawa Mitsu slew yet another king with his halberd—this was no longer the tenth-something king to die beneath his blade—at this very moment, Kamikawa Mitsu's aura climbed to its apex.

BOOM!!!

His momentum crowned all, inhaling and exhaling the ten directions; this very heaven and earth trembled in an instant, roaring and rumbling, the hearts and spirits of all living beings quivering violently.

At this moment, Kamikawa Mitsu's black hair flew wild, demonic energy surged, sweeping out to pierce the heavens and blot out the sun and moon; his entire being seemed to be burning, the surrounding void twisting, as one halberd swing shattered a divine ability of a being who surpassed kings.

He had broken through!

No longer one foot at the threshold, no longer infinitely close—the third step of godhood was taken, his entire foot stepping down, truly entering the realm within.

"The legendary realm—he succeeded… how could this be?!"

A being who surpassed kings roared, with madness in his voice.

That was the legendary realm; in the Nether Erosion Realm it existed only in legend. For thousands, tens of thousands, or even longer years, the powerful beings of the Nether Erosion Realm had all gone mad pursuing it, exhausting their entire lives just to step into that legendary realm—yet none had ever succeeded.

All had fallen before this realm.

Sometimes, they could not help but wonder whether such a realm truly existed, whether beings who surpassed kings were the apex.

Now it seemed, they were not.

They had witnessed with their own eyes someone break through and reach that legendary realm, proving that the realm existed and could be reached—but they felt no elation; their hearts turned cold, and some even trembled.

Yet there was no time to think on this, for Kamikawa Mitsu had already come killing.

BOOM!!

This time, Kamikawa Mitsu's great halberd danced, letting all witness the terror of the realm within.

The void shattered in an instant; the sun, moon, and stars all trembled—not as if, but truly, the stars quivered—and then one corpse after another fell from the sky trailing rain of blood.

The sight was shocking.

Kamikawa Mitsu was like a beast-king tiger charging into a flock of sheep, like a stone smashing eggs—violently shattering the divine abilities and great arts of kings, striking back the attacks of beings who surpassed kings, single-handedly picking off opponents amidst the kings of the Nether Erosion Realm.

"What the f*ck…"

At the White House in America, A-Chuan's legs were wobbling, nearly scared into wetting himself.

Watching Kamikawa Mitsu kill the gods and demons of another world in two or three moves—those gods and demons like paper paste—A-Chuan's heart pounded with terror.

"Don't provoke Japan, don't provoke Hua Country!!"

Too terrifying—a single extraordinary descendant of Japan was this powerful, single-handedly challenging an entire realm; and this was only Japan, let alone Hua Country, which made even the gods' hearts palpitate and which they treated as a forbidden zone for gods.

Not one person blinked, not one person spoke—all were stunned into blank expressions, staring fixedly at the scene within the gate of the Void Demon Realm.

Within that grand gate, that tall, slender figure—one man, one halberd—blocked the entrance to an entire world, pushing horizontally for a hundred thousand miles, sweeping through that world, beating the beings of that world into trembling, making even the powerful beings' livers cold and gallbladders shake.

Yes, at this moment, the Void Demons and Nether Erosion beings of the Void Demon Realm had all stopped fighting, and like the people, stared in shock at the scene within the gate at the center of the land they were battling—Kamikawa Mitsu had turned the Nether Erosion Realm upside down.

One came out, one was killed; a pair came out, a pair was killed—killing until those powerful beings submitted, none daring to cross the line.

This day was destined to be remembered by the Void Demon Realm.

They had defeated the invasion of a great terrifying world and reclaimed their homeland.

This day was destined to make the Nether Erosion Realm tremble, a nightmare day they would never forget.

Their world had suffered a calamity of annihilation; the kings were slaughtered beyond half, casualties were devastating, and beings who surpassed kings were killed to extinction.

The sky of the Nether Erosion Realm was dyed red—by the blood of their powerful beings; one after another, the ancient lands that the beings of the Nether Erosion Realm had once revered and looked up to were destroyed or broken, no longer so mysterious and powerful.

The glory and invincible myth of the ancient lands were shattered and rewritten on this day.

On this day, the Void Demon Realm, the Nether Erosion Realm, and the entire world remembered a name.

A name that cast a psychological shadow over all beings of the Nether Erosion Realm—mention this name, and what comes to mind is only terror, domination, invincibility, world-destroying.

A name that the Void Demon Realm would be grateful for all their lives, inscribed in the history of the Void Demon Realm, praised by the Void Demons for eternity—Kamikawa Mitsu!

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