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Countless members of the Holy Wave Race were kneeling on the ground with fanatical expressions.
At the same time, on the fourth defense line, the Palace Master's huge illusory body that was tens of thousands of feet tall appeared. With feet planted on the ground and head reaching the sky, an aura of terror emanated from its entire body, causing the surrounding sky to change color.
The Dao Bell of the Sword Holders floated on his left and emitted waves of ancient bell tolls. The 100,000-foot-long Emperor Sword appeared on his right and emitted shocking killing intent.
Behind him, the void distorted and spun, forming a huge eye that looked at the incoming monarch.
"Old Ghost Red Spirit."
The person who came was none other than the monarch of the Red Spirit Dynasty, one of the four great dynasties of the Holy Wave Race!
On the clearly demarcated battlefield, a confrontation unfolded between the figure of the Red Spirit Monarch and the Palace Master.
The golden net seemed to divide the scenes clearly.
Outside the golden net, an imposing imperial aura pervaded the world, enveloping it in a divine presence.
Inside the golden net, baleful intent rose and a domineering aura shook the sky.
The pressure from these two huge figures filled the entire battlefield and affected the whole province, causing countless lives in the Linlan Province to tremble at this instant.
The Red Spirit Monarch and the Sword Holding Palace's Palace Master were too powerful. Just the confrontation of their gazes caused a tremendous change in the world.
Countless images of small worlds appeared in the void between the two sides.
It was like a worldly phenomenon.
These small worlds, originating from their respective origins, were colliding in the sky, and countless illusory figures flew out from within, engaged in a fierce battle. In this heart-pounding moment, the collapse of small worlds was a constant occurrence.
However, more small worlds continued to form, and it was evident that many small worlds from both sides were rapidly converging under the resounding clashes.
The auras of the two of them were rapidly rising during this process. Clearly, completing the unification in the end and forming an illusory large world was within the scope of their cultivation.
To be able to reach this step and achieve an illusory large world represented the fourth stage of Nihility.
If they could raise the illusory large world high up and turn it into reality, they could carry it on their shoulders, and merge their souls with it to completely illuminate it and transform it into a new realm.
That was the true realm of Soul Accumulation!
Clearly, regardless of whether it was the Red Spirit Monarch or the Palace Master, they hadn't reached this level. After all, between the fourth stage of Nihility and the realm of Soul Accumulation, there was a huge fissure that seemed to have been broken off!
Even so, the fourth stage of Nihility could still be considered an overlord.
At this moment, under the collision of their respective worlds, the sky shattered, the dark clouds collapsed, and lightning transformed into scattered starlight.
On the ground, only the mighty figures from both sides whose cultivation levels had reached the Spirit Repository dared to look at the sky at this moment.
Occasionally, a few daring cultivators from both sides would dare to gaze at these figures for a moment longer. However, their audacity was met with a swift and brutal end as their eyes bulged and exploded, their bodies and souls annihilated in an instant.
Xu Qing only took a glance before large waves surged in his mind. The waves were endless and his soul felt as though it was about to be torn apart. Intense pain spread throughout his body but his body was intact.
Xu Qing drew in a deep breath. He understood the reason for all of this. His body was more tough than his soul.
He took out the green crystal the captain had given him. As he absorbed it, he quickly retreated toward the golden net with the surrounding human armies.
The rumbling sound that echoed through the world surpassed all the war magic artifacts on the battlefield.
As for the Holy Wave Race's army, their battle intent was clearly high. Following the order of the commander-in-chief, the Holy Wave Race's army quickly charged toward the human army like a tide.
As the human race continued to retreat, the Red Spirit Monarch's cold voice rang out from the sky.
"Kong Liangxiu, if it wasn't for the blessing of luck in Fenghai County that helped you gather the large world, you wouldn't be my match."
"You're one of the four monarchs of the Holy Wave Race but you don't have the blessing of the fortune of the Holy Wave Region. Don't you know the reason?" The Palace Master retorted.