Standing outside the ancestral world, looking up into the world, and communicating with the being in the ancestral world, Adil smiled on his face and murmured to himself.
Back when he had not yet advanced to the seventh level, he had sent a clone of himself to the world of the ancestors.
Fast forward to now, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the avatar in that world has now been promoted to the divine level, and has even reached the eighth level.
Such strength is considered extremely good even in the ancestral world.
If there are no accidents, if you give him some time, he will be able to break through the barriers and truly advance to the eighth level.
Such strength has exceeded Adil's expectations and can accomplish the goal in his heart.
“It’s time to start”
A faint voice sounded in the place.
Standing there, Adier spoke softly, with a calm face, turned around silently, and left.
In the world of the ancestors, I felt the disappearance of Adil's figure, and the figure inside him slowly lurked, silently closing his eyes without making any sound.
At this moment, in the world of natural disasters, a battle is beginning.
After tens of thousands of years of silence, the gods once again launched an offensive, launching a massive attack on the natural disaster world and starting a fight.
The mighty power boiled, and the nothingness was shaken into pieces, and then slowly stirred up and down again.
In all directions, waves of power fluctuations are constantly resounding, which are the fluctuations of the authority of the law. They are intertwined in this place at this moment, almost turning this place into a sea of laws.
The forces of law are constantly intertwined, and the mighty power strikes directly into the sky, covering the surrounding space.
Under the agitation of this power, the entire natural disaster world was trembling slightly. It was shocked by the power of nearly a hundred saints and felt extremely terrifying.
A soft sound came from all around.
In the center of the battlefield, the God of Death looked stern, dressed in a fierce black robe, and waved a silver sword in his hand. Every ray of breath spreading from his body seemed to be able to destroy a small world.
He stood here, fighting with a woman in front of him who was as red as fire, as if she were the incarnation of flames.
The imprints of the two laws are engraved at this moment, and they gradually merge into one place, where the most terrifying fight begins.
This is the Crimson Lord, standing in nothingness at this moment, confronting the God of Death.
The power of both sides surged, vibrating continuously in this place, slowly resounding, covering all the surrounding areas.
This is a fight between eighth-level beings. If the aftermath of the battle between them spills out, it is enough to severely damage a seventh-level saint.
All around, the surrounding saints avoided each other, subconsciously avoiding the battlefield where the God of Death and the Red Lord were fighting, and did not dare to get too close.
However, if you observe the battlefield carefully, you will understand that the God of Death and the Crimson Lord are constantly fighting at this moment. The two seem to be evenly matched, but in fact the God of Death has the upper hand, always suppressing the Crimson Lord.
Both are eighth-level existences, but there is actually not much difference in strength between the two. Even because this place is the home of the natural disaster world and influenced by world consciousness, the Crimson Lord can still have a certain upper hand.
But in fact, the situation shown at this moment is completely opposite.
The God of Death has a stern face and is dressed in a deep black robe. He always dominates the battlefield here and appears extremely powerful.
"His strength has increased again!"
Gently waving his hand, he deflected the long sword swung by the God of Death. The Crimson Lord's face turned pale as this thought flashed through his mind.
Back in the past, when this battle had just begun, the God of Death was only as powerful as her.
At that time, there might be some gap in strength between the two, but neither of them could do anything to the other. Even the Crimson Lord, with the blessing of the natural disaster world, could still occupy a certain advantage.
But as time slowly passed, hundreds of thousands of years later, the situation was completely reversed.
The power of the God of Death is getting stronger and stronger, and has gradually suppressed her, even making her somewhat powerless, and a sense of powerlessness arose in her heart.
Compared with the God of Death, although her strength has improved, it is far less terrifying and cannot keep up with the speed of the God of Death's progress.
She didn't understand that this was due to the blessing of the world of death.
Unlike the Crimson Lord, the God of Death is not only the king of the gods in the world of gods, but also the master of the underworld and the controller of the underworld.
During these hundreds of thousands of years, through the continuous plundering of souls occupying the natural disaster world, the power of the death world has also continued to grow.
The souls drawn by the River Styx are essentially the resources for the God of Death's progress, and are the best elements for his growth.
But the Crimson Lord no longer has this condition.
Therefore, although the conditions of the two people may be similar at the beginning, as time goes by, the gap will gradually widen.
The gap is not too big at the moment, but if the time is extended to a million years, then the gap will be extremely obvious.
On the side, not far from the battlefield where they were fighting, there were still two places where turmoil was breaking out.
In the other two battlefields, the King of Earth Demons faced off against the Endless Overlord, and the God of Destruction faced off against the incarnation of natural disaster.
They stirred up each other on their respective battlefields, and with every blow they struck, the power was terrifying and could frighten any seventh-level being.
In the world of natural disasters, there were originally three eighth-level saints. This is something that is certain.
It's just that except for the Crimson Lord and the Endless Lord, the remaining saint seems to have had some kind of accident and escaped from the natural disaster world hundreds of thousands of years ago and went to an unknown distant place.
Therefore, in the natural disaster world at this moment, there are only two eighth-level existences, the Crimson Lord and the Endless Lord.
It is naturally extremely difficult for two eighth-level beings to contend with three eighth-level beings among the gods.
Therefore, in the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Crimson Lord and the Endless Lord have always been on the receiving end, relying on their local advantages for support.
However, this situation was finally changed tens of thousands of years ago.
At that time, the entire world of natural disasters was in turmoil. With the support of the infinite power of natural disasters, a new eighth-level saint began to appear.
Under the witness and blessing of the natural disaster world, the incarnation of the natural disaster was promoted to the eighth level and became a new key combat force.
It was the appearance of the incarnation of the natural disaster that restored the balance to the situation again.
Both the world of gods and the world of natural disasters have three eighth-level saints.
The two sides clashed on each other's battlefield and were blocked by their respective top powers.
As for the other saints below, they are also constantly fighting each other, and they are fighting very well when they go up.
Although there are many saints on the side of the gods, the natural disaster world relies on its local advantages and the blessing and layout of the world consciousness. Although it is at a disadvantage for a while, it still fights effectively with the gods.
Occasionally, you can still see ripples coming from the void, and regular screams are generated and spread in all directions.
This is the trace that erupted from the fall of a divine being.
Sometimes it's the gods, sometimes it's the lord of natural disasters.
However, both sides have long been accustomed to this.
After hundreds of thousands of years of fighting life and death, both sides have long been accustomed to the fall of the divine.
Even if they met at this moment, they wouldn't show any sign.
After all, in today's world of conflict, even if the divine falls, it will not be as serious as usual.
Normally, once a saint falls, he will inevitably face pressure from his peers. When he comes back again, he may be completely destitute.
It's not even certain whether he will be able to return.
But today, this is no longer the case.
In the context of world conflict, the power of world consciousness is constantly being blessed, and the original power is flowing out as if it is free of charge.
No matter which side of the sacred falls, with the blessing of the power of the world, it can return quickly, and the situation will never happen like in the past.
Of course, having said that, the power required to revive a saint is extremely terrifying after all.
If too many saints fall from one side, in the end, the power of the world will be greatly consumed, which will also be detrimental to the long-term war situation.
Naturally, both parties understand this, so they are extremely careful about each other.
Before our eyes, the battle is still going on.
As usual, as the battle continues, the strength of the natural disaster world gradually weakens, and the originally deployed defense line is close to collapse, and is about to be completely lost.
If there are no accidents, in a few hundred years at most, the Lord of Natural Disasters may have to evacuate from this layer of the world and move the archers of this layer of the world away from the gods.
Both parties are very clear about all this, and there is no fluctuation in their hearts.
However, at this time, some surprises still occurred.
In the center of the battlefield, the God of Death and the Red Lord were fighting.
They fought in the void, and each other's power vibrated with each other. At this moment, the terrifying power cut through the void, as if it was going to destroy the entire natural disaster world and create a new big world on this basis.
The God of Death had a stern look on his face, swung his long sword in his hand, shot out every inch of light of death, and leapt forward.
Behind him, the phantom of the underworld gradually appeared, and the aura that belonged exclusively to the big world emerged, pressing forward together.
"Refund!"
Facing this blow, the Crimson Lord's face was calm. Not only did he not flinch at all, but he faced it head on and went directly towards the blow.
Mighty power emerged, and the place was distorted, even the void was penetrated, and chaos emerged.
Under the aftermath of this force, the figure of the God of Death slowly retreated, and was about to continue rushing forward to continue the confrontation with the Red Lord.
But at this moment, an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly emerged from his body.
A faint ripple spread across the surroundings, and then a sense of fatal danger suddenly arose.
Feeling this feeling, he turned around suddenly and happened to see a being, also wearing black robes and wearing the light of life, coming towards him with a smile on his face.