Barbaric World.
With the invasion of the Dark Blood Race.
More and more spatial rifts appeared in the sky of the Barbaric World.
The originally peaceful and serene life was shattered, turning this realm into an Asura Battlefield.
Endless armies of the Dark Blood Race, like swarms of locusts, continuously descended from the sky, spreading war and death across the Three Thousand Worlds.
At the beginning.
The Blood Race army could use Bloodline Secret Techniques to suddenly boost their power, catching the Celestial Court army off guard and temporarily putting them at a disadvantage.
But the Barbaric World had seven Divine-level Traits supporting it, so despite the initial unfavorable combat, they could quickly steady their formations and prepare to launch a counterattack.
"Lord Celestial Emperor is fighting against the Alien Race, how can we retreat to the rear?"
"Form the array! Kill the enemy!"
"We are all sons of the Barbaric Wilderness, Lord Celestial Emperor will guide us to victory!"
Many strong figures from the Celestial Court shouted hoarsely to boost the army’s morale.
In fact.
With the Divine-level Trait of the Undead Calamity, the Celestial Court army didn’t even need encouragement to maintain high morale.
Their fighting spirit soared, wielding their war spears and sharp swords, forming a battle array and charging towards those of the Dark Blood Race.
Yet those of the Dark Blood Race were not angry but delighted, grinning ferociously, crazed and reckless they charged first into the battle array of the Celestial Court army.
Their bodies were covered in hard scales, seemingly impervious to knives and spears, possessing extremely strong defenses.
Their claws were extraordinarily sharp, capable of tearing through steel, with just a gentle swipe, they could rip through the armor of Celestial Court strongmen.
Their recovery abilities were equally terrifying, even if their hearts were pierced full of holes, they could instantly return to normal.
Their will was fiercely fearless, not knowing pain and death, even if limbs were severed and heads were crushed, they could still continue fighting by instinct.
Though the Celestial Court army was powerful, all the Dark Blood Race were born as killing machines for war.
Facing such tireless, death-defying monsters, even the seasoned Celestial Court strongmen felt a chill in their hands and feet, with a tingling scalp.
In a flash.
The Celestial Court army suffered heavy losses as soon as they engaged the enemy, with significant casualties.
After all, in a state of complete madness, the Dark Blood Race.
Could fight ten with one, often requiring the Celestial Court army to dispatch a squad of elite warriors to badly wound or kill a single Dark Blood Race member.
Moreover, the Dark Blood Race, battle-hardened, had once, in the name of the Blood God, conquered one realm after another.
To them.
Death wasn’t something to fear, but a perfect chance to display loyalty to God!
"Your subjects are so weak, yet dare to start a realm war, it’s simply courting death."
The Blood God projection sneered coldly, mocking unabashedly.
The Dark Blood Race was the key nurtured servitor race by him, refined through countless eras in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms.
They knew no fear and had extremely rich combat experience; even if at a disadvantage, they could crush any heretic and blasphemer easily.
Whereas the Celestial Court army under Lu Yuan, clearly participating in a realm war for the first time, was far inferior to the Dark Blood Race in either combat awareness or overall power.
Under such circumstances.
It seemed only a matter of time before the Barbaric World would fall to the Dark Blood Race!
"Is that so?"
Lu Yuan was indifferent to the Blood God projection’s taunts.
In his view, this battle had just begun.
Whether they would win or lose was still unknown!
Facing the fierce offensive of the Dark Blood Race, the Celestial Court army inevitably fell into disadvantage.
But as time passed, the seven Divine-level Traits gradually began to take effect.
On a certain battlefield.
Yu Qi was leading all the Yu Clan strongmen, fighting fiercely against the Dark Blood Race.
He deployed all his means, pushing his battle power to the limit.
With the open and close of the Heavy Pupils, it flowed with a mesmerizing divine light, accompanied by visions of sun and moon annihilation, and universe creation.
When the Ancient Heavy Pupils fully awakened, countless radiant runes danced.
A terrifying Destructive Tribulation Light shot out from the depths of his eyes, spanning endless distances, instantly piercing through a Dark Blood Race king’s skull.
Crossing ranks to slay the enemy.
This was the might of the Ancient Heavy Pupils!
But to unleash this strike, Yu Qi also paid an extremely heavy price, exhausting all the Law Origin within him, reaching the brink of exhaustion.
He was exhausted, having barely slain a formidable enemy, not yet having time to catch his breath.
When a blood streak suddenly shot from the side, directly blasting him away!
This strike carried tremendous force, coming from another Blood Race king, absolutely unstoppable by a Quasi-Emperor.
What’s more, Yu Qi had just used the Heavy Pupils, already exhausting all his Origin, now unable to fend off this blow?
Yu Qi only felt a sharp pain strike, bones shattered, even internal organs were crushed into mincemeat, immediately falling into dying status.
"Ancestor!"
Other Yu Clan strongmen saw this scene and immediately shouted anxiously.
Yet they were pinned down by opponents, unable to even defend themselves, let alone provide support.
Furthermore, that was a true Blood Race king, only those at Celestial Emperor level were qualified to confront it.
These ordinary ones, even if gathered there, could change nothing, they would only be slaughtered with one hit.
"Am I dying?"
Yu Qi’s consciousness blurred, his life breath had fallen to the bottom.
As death approached, his mind was flooded with countless images, like flashing scenes in a dream.