"Looks like it's about time …"
Standing outside the Primogenitor's World, Adil looked up and exchanged a glance with that existence within the Primogenitor's World. He gave a slight smile as he muttered to himself.
Back then, before he had reached Rank 7, he had sent a clone into the Primogenitor's World.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and the clone in that world had become a Divine God and was about to reach Rank 8.
Even in the Primogenitor's World, this strength was quite good.
If there were no accidents, given some time, he would be able to break through the barriers and truly reach Rank 8.
This strength somewhat surpassed Adil's expectations, and he would be able to complete his goal.
"You can begin …"
A calm voice sounded out.
Standing there, Adil spoke softly with a calm expression before silently turning and leaving.
Within the Primogenitor's World, sensing Adil's figure disappear, the existence within slowly hid itself and silently closed its eyes, not making a single sound.
At that moment, within the Calamity World, a battle was about to begin.
After tens of thousands of years of silence, the gods once again launched an offensive, launching a large-scale attack on the Calamity World.
Boundless power surged, causing the void to be shaken apart before slowly surging.
Ripples of power continuously sounded out in all directions. Those were the ripples of power of laws, and they interweaved here, turning this place into an ocean of laws.
Traces of law power continuously interweaved, and the boundless power reached into the sky, covering the surrounding space.
Under the agitation of this power, the entire World of Calamity was trembling slightly. It was shocked by the power of these nearly 100 divine beings and felt extremely terrified.
Soft sounds rang out from the surroundings.
At the center of the battlefield, the Death God's expression was cold, and his black robes were domineering as he swung his silver longsword. Every strand of his aura spread out, seeming to be able to destroy a small world.
He stood there, fighting against a woman who was as red as fire, who seemed to be the embodiment of flames.
Their Nomological Imprints were engraved at this moment and gradually fused together, unleashing the most terrifying slaughter in this place.
This was the Crimson Master. At this moment, he was standing in the void, facing the Death God head-on.
Both sides' power surged, continuously shaking this place, slowly resounding, surrounding all directions.
This was a battle between Rank Eight existences. If the shockwaves from their battle were to leak out, it would be enough to heavily injure a Rank Seven Saint.
In the surroundings, the surrounding Gods all retreated and subconsciously avoided the battlefield where the God of Death and the Crimson King were clashing. They didn't dare to get too close.
However, if one were to observe the battlefield carefully, one would understand that the Death God and the Crimson Lord were constantly exchanging blows. Both of them seemed to be evenly matched, but in reality, the Death God had the upper hand and was constantly suppressing the Crimson Lord.
Both of them were level-eight existences, and there wasn't much of a difference in strength between them. In fact, because this was the Calamity World itself, with the influence of the world's consciousness, the Crimson Lord had the upper hand.
But in reality, the current situation was the complete opposite.
The Death God's expression was grave and stern. He wore a deep black robe, and he had been suppressing the Scarlet Lord this entire time.
"His strength has increased again!"
With a light wave of his hand, the Crimson Lord flicked the Death God's sword away. The Crimson Lord's face was ashen as this thought flashed through his mind.
In the past, when this battle had just started, the Death God's strength had only been on par with hers.
At that time, there might have been a difference in strength between them, but neither of them could do anything to the other. The Crimson Lord even had a certain advantage with the support of the Calamity World.
But as time passed, after hundreds of thousands of years, this situation had completely reversed.
The Death God's strength was getting stronger and stronger, gradually suppressing her. She even felt a little helpless, and a sense of helplessness rose in her heart.
Compared to the Death God, although her strength had also improved, it was far less terrifying. She couldn't keep up with the Death God's speed of improvement at all.
She didn't understand that this was due to the support of the Death World.
Unlike the Crimson Lord, the Death God wasn't just the king of the Gods in the World of Gods. He was also the ruler of the Netherworld, the controller of the Netherworld.
And in these hundreds of thousands of years, the power of the Death World had been continuously strengthening by plundering and occupying the souls of the Calamity World.
The souls that were drawn over by the Netherworld River were essentially resources for the Death God to improve. They were the best elements for his growth.
However, the Crimson Lord didn't have such conditions.
Hence, even though their conditions were similar at the beginning, as time passed, the gap between them would slowly widen.
At this moment, the gap wasn't too great. But if time was extended to millions of years, the gap would become extremely obvious.
At the side, not far from the battlefield where they were fighting, there were two other places where battles were erupting.
In the other two battlefields, the Earth Demon King was facing off against the Eternal Ruler, while the Destruction God was facing off against the incarnation of the Calamity World.
They were fighting on their respective battlefields. Every strike they made was terrifyingly powerful, enough to make any rank 7 existence tremble in fear.
There were originally three rank 8 Saints in the Calamity World. This was something that could be confirmed.
However, other than the Crimson Lord and the Eternal Ruler, the remaining Saint seemed to have met with some kind of accident. He had left the Calamity World hundreds of thousands of years ago and gone to an unknown place.
Hence, there were only two rank 8 existences left in the Calamity World, the Crimson Lord and the Eternal Ruler.
It was naturally extremely taxing for two rank 8 existences to fight against three rank 8 Saints of the Gods.
Hence, in the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Crimson Lord and the Eternal Ruler had always been on the receiving end, relying solely on their home ground to support themselves.
However, this situation finally changed tens of thousands of years ago.
At that time, the entire Calamity World was in turmoil. With the support of the boundless power of the calamity, a new rank 8 Saint began to appear.
Under the witness and blessing of the Calamity World, the incarnation of the Calamity World rose to rank 8, becoming a key battle force.
It was the appearance of the incarnation that restored the balance of the situation.
Both the Gods World and the Calamity World now had three rank 8 Saints.
Both sides clashed on their respective battlefields, but were stopped by their respective peak powers.
Below, the other Saints were also constantly clashing, and it seemed like they were doing quite well.
Although the Gods World had more Saints, the Calamity World relied on their home ground advantage and the support of the World Consciousness. Although they were at a disadvantage, they were still able to hold their own against the Gods World.
Occasionally, ripples could be seen in the void, and the sorrowful cries of laws could be heard, spreading in all directions.
These were the signs of the fall of a Saint.
Sometimes it was the Gods World, and sometimes it was the Calamity World.
However, both sides were already used to this.
After hundreds of thousands of years of fighting to the death, both sides were already used to the fall of Saints.
Even if they saw it now, they would not do anything.
After all, in the current conflict between worlds, even if a Saint fell, it would not be as serious as it used to be.
In the past, once a Saint fell, they would definitely face the suppression of their peers. By the time they returned, they might be penniless.
In fact, it was not even certain if they could return.
Now, however, the situation was not so.
In the context of the conflict between worlds, the power of the World Consciousness continued to be strengthened, and the Power of Origin rained down as if it was free.
No matter which side's Saint fell, with the support of the World Consciousness, they would be able to quickly return, and the situation in the past would not happen.
Of course, although this was the case, the amount of power needed to revive a Saint was extremely terrifying.
If too many Saints fell on one side, the power of the World Consciousness would be greatly depleted, and it would not be beneficial for the long-term battle.
Both sides were naturally aware of this, so they were extremely careful.
Before them, the battle was still ongoing.
As usual, as the battle continued, the strength of the Calamity World's side gradually weakened, and the defensive line that they had set up was close to collapsing. It looked like it was about to be completely lost.
If there were no accidents, in a few hundred years at most, the Calamity World's side would probably have no choice but to retreat from this World Level, leaving the archers of this World Level to the Gods World.
Both sides were very clear about all this, and their hearts did not waver at all.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
In the middle of the battlefield, the Death God and the Crimson Lord were fighting.
They were fighting in the void, and their powers shook each other. At this moment, the terrifying power cut through the void, as if it wanted to destroy the entire Calamity World and build a new Great World on top of it.
The Death God's expression was cold. He waved the sword in his hand, and the light of death shot out inch by inch as he leaped forward.
Behind him, the shadow of the Underworld gradually appeared, and the unique aura of a Great World appeared, pressing forward together.
"Retreat!"
Faced with this attack, the Crimson Lord's expression was calm. Not only did he not retreat, but he also faced the attack head-on.
A vast power appeared, and the entire place distorted. Even the void was penetrated, and chaos appeared.
Under the aftermath of this power, the Death God's figure slowly retreated. He wanted to continue charging forward and fight the Crimson Lord.
However, at this moment, an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly rose from his body.
A faint ripple swept across the surroundings, and then a sense of fatal danger suddenly rose.
Sensing this feeling, he suddenly turned around and saw an existence, who was also wearing a black robe and radiating the light of life, walking towards him with a smile.
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