Chapter 1115: Blood Sun Across the Sky, Battle of Lords (II)

Boom!

On the battlefield, Chen Chu condensed his blood-red sun once more, sealing another middle-stage true-spirit-level Abyssal Great Demon within shattered space.

This was the third demon he had suppressed in a short span. If none came to their rescue, their fate would be to have their principle-condensed true forms obliterated, along with their divine souls and wills.

The twelve remaining demons were filled with fury, yet also with fear. They unleashed all of their hidden cards and burned their origin without hesitation to erupt with world-shaking power, trying to break apart the two Great Suns that hung in the heavens and the blood sea below. Of course, their attempt wasn’t out of loyalty. They knew that if those three were not rescued, the next to be suppressed would surely be themselves.

However, it was useless.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the sweeping blood-red halberd light that looked down upon the world, everything was shattered. No matter how powerful their principles, no matter whether they summoned worlds from other dimensions or wielded ancient relic weapons, everything was crushed to pieces. Soon, a third blood-red Great Sun floated in the sky, suppressing a fourth demon.

Watching this scene from beyond the world, Revafavari sat high upon its throne, but it had no thought of taking action. It only observed coldly. Just like the Hell Apostles, the Abyssal Demons were agents of a supreme plane, hailing from other worlds and civilizations. They were not under Revafavari’s command, nor at its disposal. They had been gathered when the planar battle was about to begin, summoned by planar announcements sent throughout the abyssal layers and other realms.

Therefore, even if all of them died, it mattered little to Revafavari. At that moment, it only wished to use the demons to see through the full extent of the Apostle’s powers, to decide whether it should strike with thunderous might to erase him, or simply ignore him.

Just then, a deep voice rumbled from the chaotic void. "Revafavari, the last time we crossed hands was over fifty thousand years ago. Today, we meet again. Let me see whether you have made any progress since then."

The chaos exploded, endless blood light spreading across the barrier of Labio and staining half of the void crimson, as if hell itself had descended.

Or rather, it was the Supreme Hell.

Revafavari hadn’t expected Alvaron to make the first move before victory was decided within the world. It paused, then endless waves of dark demonic qi burst forth from it. "If you wish to fight, then let us fight, Alvaron."

Boom!

The chaos quaked, the heavens and earth sank. The powers of the Abyssal Lord and the Lord of Hell reached unimaginable heights. With the blessing of supreme plane power, their might stood above all else. They were so overwhelmingly strong that beings like An Fuqing and the others within the Abyssal Plane couldn’t see the battle clearly at all. They only saw layer after layer of abyssal and hellish worlds unfold in the chaos, forming endless heavens that extended into time and space. Alongside that came a faint yet suffocating aura that terrified every Abyssal Dark Demon.

The instant the two lords clashed, the Supreme Abyss and the Supreme Hell, which had only partially descended, quaked violently. Endless blood-red light and dark-red radiance spread, while the very land extended infinitely, colliding in the chaos like two boundless continents crashing together.

"Kill!"

"Slaughter all those Hell Devils!"

"Nineteenth Legion, heed my command. Follow me into Hell!"

The moment the planes linked, countless legions of Abyssal Dark Demons and Hell Devils roared as they surged forth, like two world-destroying tsunamis colliding against each other. Instantly, beyond Labio, a bloodier and more tragic war erupted. The roars of slaughter shook the skies.

As the powers of the supreme planes spread and penetrated time and space, the entirety of Labio became shrouded in blood light and dark-red glow, like the descent of doomsday. Because of the erosion of these powers, Labio’s crystal wall began to blur, revealing visions of countless abyssal monsters and Hell Devils clashing in the outer heavens.

Meanwhile, Chen Chu, who had suppressed more than ten Abyssal Great Demons by himself, raised his head. In that instant, with his keen spiritual perception, he saw Zuo Mo on the battlefield. Further back behind the abyssal legions, beneath a towering throne that stood at the depths of time and space, overseeing the battlefield, he saw a red-haired girl.

An Fuqing. Why is she here?

Even Chen Chu was taken aback.

Back at the Heavenly Feathered Battlefield, she had followed Zuo Mo and fallen into the Dark-Red World. Chen Chu had once wondered if she might have perished there. However, considering Zuo Mo’s talent and strength, Chen Chu believed that as long as they were careful, they would be fine. He hadn’t expected to see them here, in a place so far away from the mythical world, where they had joined the Supreme Abyss.

As Chen Chu’s gaze pierced through everything and landed on An Fuqing, he pondered whether he should fight his way through to rescue them.

Suddenly, her lips moved slightly. No sound came out, yet Chen Chu could read her words clearly. "Chen Chu, do not worry about me. I am fine."

She can see me?

Chen Chu’s eyes flickered with surprise.

Separated by the distance of a plane and the barrier of a Great Thousand World, An Fuqing could still perceive his gaze and even catch the change in his expression. It seemed that in the half year since they had parted, this prodigious girl had also advanced greatly in her cultivation.

Since An Fuqing told him not to worry, Chen Chu let his concern go and turned his focus back to the battlefield. As for the battle of the supreme plane lords in the outer heavens, that level of combat had nothing to do with him. He was merely a true-spirit-level Hell Apostle, though one of great strength.

Boom!

The heavens quaked, the chaos surged. Under the blood-red halberd infused with absolute power, the true forms of the Abyssal Demons were shattered again and again. Each time they reformed, their auras weakened further. Very soon, a blood-red Great Sun with a diameter of ten thousand kilometers rose into the sky, blazing with crimson radiance that illuminated the heavens and earth.

It was the fifth demon to be suppressed.

In order to keep the remaining demons from fleeing, Chen Chu only infused each one he sealed with a strand of the Principle of Strength’s origin to wear away their true forms. The process was extremely slow; it would take ten days to half a month to completely erase them. However, this tactic worked well. None of the demons had run, instead waiting for the moment Chen Chu’s strength would run dry, so they could counterattack and suppress him instead.

Just then, the entire world of Labio shook violently. As the two lords clashed with the power of the supreme planes, massive amounts of power resonated through time and space, penetrating the world and dyeing Labio in dark red.

In an instant, every Hell Apostle and Abyssal Great Demon inside the world had their auras surge by ten percent. Conversely, the will of Labio weakened sharply, even being suppressed by the supreme planes’ power. The white radiance enveloping the alien races dimmed.

That wasn’t the most despairing sight. From the sky above, which had become like a sea of blood and demonic clouds, countless Abyssal Dark Demons and hulking, ferocious Hell Devils pierced through the world and descended from the heavens.

"Kekekekeke!"

"K-Kill every one of them!" Evil, bloodthirsty roars of cruelty reverberated across the land.

With one side strengthened and the other suppressed, Labio's legions, already outmatched, collapsed into retreat. The world sank into endless slaughter, filled with screams of despair.

Even the eight ancient gods, already heavily wounded, turned pale. "We can't hold it anymore! Everyone retreat! Fall back toward the passage leading to the Bonastai world!"

The battlefield erupted into chaos. In the turmoil, a divine king of the Whitewing Race, bloodied and gasping, roared with grief, "Ancient God Philipo, why has the Supreme Lord still not taken action!?"

Nearby, the Lightning Ancient God, wreathed in black lightning, looked back at the entangled gods with a dark expression. "The Lord fell thirteen thousand years ago."

"What!?"

"Impossible!"

"But what about that aura of the Lord from before!?"

The faces of every god shifted between shock, despair, and grief.

Another elemental ancient god, pressed down by Boroedo, burst forth with power to force the giant back, then said in a heavy voice, "That was only the will of the world simulating the aura of the Lord, to inspire us to fight and drive the invaders out. But none of us expected the invasion of the supreme planes to be this overwhelming."

At this, the elemental ancient gods all showed unwillingness to accept their fate. They had heard tales of the supreme planes from other worlds, yet without witnessing them, they had never grasped how terrifying the invasion of the supreme planes truly was.

Worlds that encountered them were almost always annihilated, with only a few survivors escaping as their worlds fell. This was why, in the infinite worlds, there were countless legends about the supreme planes, but few truly understood the power of the lords of the Supreme Abyss and Supreme Hell.

Now that the will of the world was penetrated and suppressed by the supreme planes’ power, their last reliance was gone. If they didn’t flee now, they would never get the chance again.

Boroedo bared a hideous grin. "It’s already too late to escape. When hell descends in full, every passage, rift, and teleportation array connecting Labio to other worlds and times will be severed."

"What!" In that instant, despair spread across the faces of all the deities, their morale collapsing.

As the allied legions of Labio crumbled completely, changes also erupted where Chen Chu was. From the skies, innumerable demonized creatures fell in waves, surging toward him, or rather, toward the Abyssal Great Demons. They were the demons’ vassals, extensions of their power. As they gathered, the demons’ auras swelled slightly, bolstered by abyssal blessings.

It still made no difference.

Boom!

Blood-red thunderbolts stretched for tens of thousands of kilometers. Wherever they passed, millions of demonized vassals were reduced to powder. No matter their tier, even demon kings of mythical level, all were annihilated.

The moment Chen Chu wiped out millions with a single strike, his eyes suddenly lit up. Around him, wisps of white energy strands appeared from nothing, merging into his body and transforming into another kind of energy. At the same time, on the transparent page only he could see, his origin points skyrocketed by more than seven hundred.

Chen Chu hadn’t expected that slaying such weak abyssal creatures would also grant origin rewards. When he looked again at the creatures being summoned from the skies by the demons, he saw strings of origin points instead. Even the dozen Abyssal Demons themselves appeared like piles of wealth in his eyes. Blood light erupted from the halberd in his hand.

"You will all die today."

Boom!

With one sweep of the halberd, four demons attacking him were smashed to pieces. The other six turned pale, a flicker of retreat flashing in their eyes.

But at this point, even if they wished to flee, it was already too late. How could Chen Chu allow such a wealth of origin points to escape?