Chapter 126: The Third Supreme Divine Relic

Although each side has a Great Perfection, one is almost invincible while the other is extremely cautious, unwilling to serve as the main attacking force even when the danger is very low; thus the Underworld side naturally wins first.

"Boom—" Inside a planar corridor, when the Underworld army rushes through, countless colored lights burst out, dazzlingly bright; this is the normal display after one side wins.

"We've won a corridor." Many Underworld Death Sovereigns wear smiles, half the victory achieved, they are naturally pleased.

Fate Sovereign Ouf chuckles, "Great Perfection truly is formidable; even so many experts can't match a single Great Perfection."

When a Great Perfection wielding a dual‑defense Prime Artifact goes all‑out, combined with the large number of our own experts, it easily crushes the opponent, a completely different level; even though the Celestial soldiers had prepared for a fall, at the moment of life‑or‑death, especially seeing hundreds or thousands of their own troops die at Danningdon's gestures, they cannot help but hesitate.

Once morale drops and they realize they can't win, many naturally think of retreat; since defeat is inevitable, they must save their lives.

Thus, the battle collapses.

Light Sovereign Augusta sneers, "Then we'll see the next corridor; Kleimenting has already reached the middle, now we'll see if Danningdon can arrive in time."

Even though Kleimenting's attacks are relatively conservative, not full‑force, the Great Perfection's soul attacks are unstoppable; Underworld soldiers can't hold even a single round, and together with the more numerous Twelve‑winged Divine Angels and other Celestial commanders, they quickly gain the upper hand in the second corridor.

After winning on one side, Danningdon immediately rushes at top speed toward the other corridor; the soldiers and commanders behind him also unleash their Sovereign Power, charging forward.

Wind‑type Sovereign Di Ya whispers, "It's too late; even Danningdon's speed can't catch up."

At this moment, a thousand Twelve‑winged Light Divine Angels form eight massive formations; although none individually surpasses a Great Perfection, their combined destructive power even exceeds Kleimenting's, and physical attacks shatter space wherever they strike.

On the Underworld side, over three hundred Twelve‑winged Dark Divine Angels form three formations, barely opposing the Light Angels, but the numerical gap is huge, causing massive casualties in an instant.

Kleimenting continues to advance calmly, harvesting Underworld soldiers with soul attacks.

"Shawn, can only let your men give it their all?" the Death Sovereign transmits his voice.

"Fine, we must hold out until Danningdon arrives," Shawn replies, then a command is sent out; the thousand‑plus Seven‑Star experts lingering behind the Underworld troops immediately gather and charge straight at the Twelve‑winged Divine Angels and the Great Perfection Kleimenting.

These people disregard their own safety, only seeking to break through; when near the Twelve‑winged Divine Angels, many Underworld soldiers fling a large number of magical cloth bags forward.

The bags explode around the angels, releasing a thick pink, eerie mist; many angels, upon contact, immediately have their eyes redden and become agitated.

"It's the Death Rule's toxin gas; everyone keep your divine consciousness in check," a leading angel warns.

But it's already too late; many angels are affected. Though they still wield Sovereign Power and don't go mad, their speed drops significantly, and the coordination of the magical formation immediately falls behind its previous level.

"Kill—" A massive wave of Underworld soldiers rushes the angels, caring not for their own deaths, swapping places without hesitation.

Seeing these madmen, Kleimenting frowns slightly, then his whole body suddenly emits dazzling light; under the intense illumination the pink mist fades, and nearby Underworld soldiers are instantly corroded and set ablaze by the strong light, soon falling as well.

Yet there are too many fearless fighters; hundreds died up front, and the rear quickly follows.

"Target Kleimenting, everyone, soul attack," the Underworld commander issues his order;

Even if our own subordinates are killed by others, pulling down a Great Perfection is worthwhile; even merely forcing the opponent to retreat is enough.

Thus, many Underworld soldiers, regardless of the Celestial troops' attacks, also launch a joint soul attack on Kleimenting;

Facing tens of thousands of Sovereign‑Power soul attacks, even a Great Perfection like Kleimenting does not underestimate them; when the angels are trapped, he dares not advance further, forced to retreat and avoid the onslaught.

As a Great Perfection, he might withstand these soul attacks, but he could also fail; the sheer number is overwhelming, and he won't risk even a little danger, not to mention he knows another Great Perfection is already on the way.

Underworld soldiers, at the cost of their lives, block the advance of the Twelve‑winged Divine Angels and the Light Great Perfection; half a quarter‑hour later, Danningdon arrives from the opposite corridor.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Ouf furrows his brow, looks at the Death Sovereign, and asks, "Lilith, how did you find so many such fearless death soldiers?"

Though we have more experts, the corridor is only so wide; with so many soldiers we can only say we can endure longer, but in a short bout the outcome still depends on strength;

Clearly our side is stronger, having a Great Perfection and perfectly coordinated Twelve‑winged Divine Angels, while the opponent is just a horde of fearless men; their reckless bravery, wave after wave, stubbornly blocks the Celestial attacks.

Otherwise, under normal circumstances, heavy casualties would shatter morale, prompting a retreat and rendering us helpless; but now we've held out until Danningdon's arrival, and soon the other side's Underworld troops and commanders will also arrive—though our side will do the same—so the situation reverts to a stalemate.

The Death Sovereign smiles faintly, "That's naturally my secret."

In fact, if not for Shawn's performance before him, she wouldn't believe these people were soul‑seeded; the numbers are simply too great.

One must admit, Shawn's ability on the planar battlefield is overwhelming; after hundreds die, the soul‑seed pressure vanishes and a fresh batch immediately replaces them. The numbers aren't infinite, but far exceed the Twelve‑winged Angels, though these men lag far behind the angels in coordinated combat.

The Destruction Sovereign also furrows his brow; the Underworld's ten‑in‑a‑row decisive battle now far outperforms the earlier Hell encounter—had he found so many death soldiers and a Great Perfection then, perhaps he could have succeeded.

Inside the planar corridor:

Danningdon quickly reaches the middle, looks at Kleimenting, and laughs, "Kleimenting, what benefit could make a Great Perfection like you join this planar decisive battle?"

"Haha, aren't you the same?" Kleimenting says without answering.

Danningdon smiles lightly, "You're right, we both have our secrets, but you know, if the two of us clash, it'd be hard to decide a winner; how about neither of us moves?"

He possesses three Prime Artifacts; no Great Perfection can subdue him unless several unite, possibly exiling him;

And against Kleimenting, he isn't confident of victory; battles between Great Perfections are only broken by Shawn's exception, otherwise they're essentially even.

Kleimenting shakes his head, "That won't do; my mission is to ensure a corridor doesn't lose. You and I might end in a tie, but this planar decisive‑battle corridor won't wait forever; once the time comes, it will judge the outcome itself."

The decisive‑battle corridor is controlled by the Supreme God; if both sides fight without a clear victor, no one wins, which means no outcome—this is naturally unacceptable.

If neither side secures victory for a long time, after three days the corridor will autonomously decide a winner; the criteria are unknown, but likely the side with the advantage is declared victorious.

At present both sides have Great Perfections, yet the Celestial side clearly holds the advantage, so Kleimenting naturally won't give up.

Danningdon laughs, "Alright, since I've become a Great Perfection, I've never faced another Great Perfection; today I'd like to give it a try."

As soon as the words end, the two figures dart through the planar corridor, up and down, left and right; each collision easily rips open hundreds of meters of space, and the surrounding soldiers on both sides, even the Twelve‑winged Divine Angels, can only retreat sequentially.

After a brief clash, seeing material attacks useless, Kleimenting's thought moves, emitting a torrent of light threads from his body that instantly entangle Danningdon; knowing Danningdon wields a dual‑defense Prime Artifact, he doesn't consider a soul attack.

Countless light threads weave like a spider's web around Danningdon; his Prime Artifact easily slices through them, yet the threads instantly heal, and when Danningdon attempts to leave, the threads interlink, forming a massive tension that restrains him.

Kleimenting laughs, "Danningdon, I can't subdue you, but you'll stay here for a while."

Within the Light Law there are also trapping techniques; as long as one's Light Sovereign power does not cease, Danningdon's attempt to break free is extremely difficult.

Danningdon furrows his brow, tries several times, yet still cannot break through; this technique harms him not, but can restrain him, and once he's trapped, the outside battle is no longer under his control.

At that moment, on the Underworld side, thousands of experts suddenly close in, unleashing a deluge of soul attacks that rain down on Kleimenting and Danningdon's direction;

These soul attacks, infused with Sovereign Power, are essentially fired by Seven‑Star Demon‑rank experts; their sheer number makes Kleimenting's complexion turn pale as he hurriedly retreats, while Danningdon remains unfazed—these attacks aren't aimed at him, and occasional misfires are irrelevant, for he possesses a Spirit‑Defense Prime Artifact.

When Kleimenting retreats, the light threads around him naturally break apart.

From afar, Kleimenting shakes his head and laughs, "Had I known, I should have bought a Soul‑Defense Prime Artifact back then."

Danningdon asks oddly, "Since you're preparing to act in the planar decisive battle, shouldn't you have done it differently from the start?"

For a Great Perfection‑level powerhouse, having a Prime Artifact is irrelevant, but to partake in such a hazardous planar decisive battle, one must be equipped; otherwise one truly risks falling.

"Sigh, unexpected, the Lord of Destiny suddenly presented a condition I couldn't refuse." Kelaimenting gave no further explanation and said, "Now that it has come to this, let's see the real move."

"Fine." Danningdon did not hesitate, ordering his commander Aodebiao: "Aodebiao, issue the order to disregard me and Kelaimenting; all soldiers kill the enemy with full force."

The two Great Perfections could not settle the outcome, but the others could.

However, it is especially dangerous to kill enemies amid the melee of the two Great Perfections; many of the Netherworld's people are controlled—those killed up front are immediately replaced by others, which gives a slight advantage.

Aodebiao replied, "Fine."

The two camps clashed again; the combat power between the Great Perfections easily slaughtered those around them. Yet few of the Netherworld retreated; many avoided the two Great Perfections and fought forward. On the Heavenly Realm side, aside from the angels, everyone else was far more cautious and dared not advance.

For a moment, the Netherworld actually gained a slight edge. Many Netherworld masters coordinated with Danningdon, launching massive soul attacks on Kelaimenting, forcing the latter to retreat intermittently. The Heavenly Realm's attacks had little effect on Danningdon, which sharply lowered the Heavenly Realm's morale.

Tens of thousands of li away, Life Lord Weiweiya exclaimed in surprise, "The Netherworld has the advantage."

Lord of Light furrowed his brow; he considered ordering the Light Angels forward to turn the tide, but it was not cost‑effective, because they could not pierce through in a single strike. If they failed, a batch of angels would be sacrificed, and the number of Twelve‑winged Angels was limited.

Inside the passage, Kelaimenting and Danningdon continued their duel. Neither was adept at the Light Law or the Death Rule, and they could not determine a winner. Yet they used the clash to wound the opposing camp's experts, and in this regard, Danningdon, who had no worries behind him, clearly held the advantage.

Danningdon's warblade and Kelaimenting's fist slammed together with a thunderous impact. "Rrriip—" space tore open, and a jet‑black crystal suddenly flew in from the fissure.

"What is this? A crystal?" Danningdon and Kelaimenting stared at the crystal as it flew away, stunned. To emerge from a spatial rift, it must be an artifact‑level treasure.

Tens of thousands of li away, a group of spectators—lords and the Supreme God—suddenly paled. The Lord of Destruction exclaimed excitedly, "Nether Source Crystal? That's a supreme deity's relic."

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