Published: January 13, 2025
Qin Chen smiled as he looked at the four commanders who had trapped him.
At that moment, the pupils of the four commanders shrank suddenly, their faces changing dramatically, and an endless sense of crisis and fear surged in their hearts.
Just being casually glanced at by Qin Chen made them feel as if they were being targeted by an ancient behemoth.
"Kill him!" Commander Yuhe roared.
They all knew that at this moment, they had no other choice; only by killing Qin Chen could they have a glimmer of hope for survival.
Boom!
In an instant, all four commanders unleashed earth-shattering attacks.
Roar!
In the boundless dark devouring realm, terrifying strong wills were birthed, rushing towards Qin Chen like ghosts crying and gods howling, eager to devour the will emanating from his body.
On the Demonic Blood Sword, a sky-high killing intent surged forth, with horrifying demonic patterns blooming, a Blood River being born, and the surging blood energy seemed to want to engulf the entire Dark Ancestor Land.
Meanwhile, the dark chains filling the sky made a clattering sound, blooming with terrifying runes that shook the ages, containing unbreakable power as they constricted towards Qin Chen.
An Tingluo, on the other hand, gathered a dark spear in his hand.
Boom!
The dark spear burned in the void, and the aura it unleashed caused the surrounding space to shatter.
The four commanders were frantically attacking, unleashing their most powerful ultimate moves.
However, Qin Chen still maintained his indifferent demeanor, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he lightly stepped forward.
Boom!
The overwhelming strong wills attacking him let out shrill cries, and at the same time, the surrounding void ignited in flames, causing the entire devouring realm to begin to collapse.
Commander Yuhe's terrifying devouring realm divine ability was akin to a chicken in front of Qin Chen.
Puff!
Commander Yuhe spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression one of terror as he looked at Qin Chen.
At the same time, Qin Chen stepped forward again.
Boom!
The chains that enveloped him in every direction instantly shattered, the terrible magical chains that could seal the heavens and worlds were torn apart by Qin Chen in an instant, sending Commander Fengtian flying backward, spitting blood.
Stepping in once more.
Bang!
The dark divine spear unleashed by An Tingluo emitted a cracking sound, and before it could reach Qin Chen, it shattered into dust.
Such a display left everyone completely stunned.
Finally, Qin Chen's gaze fell upon Commander Blood Evil.
"Not good, retreat!" Commander Blood Evil screamed in anger, instinctively retreating rapidly.
In that moment, Commander Blood Evil, already terrified to the core, abandoned his Demonic Blood Sword and quickly distanced himself from Qin Chen!
"Thinking of retreating now? It's too late!" Qin Chen chuckled lightly and stepped forward.
The moment he took that step, rumble; the void seemed to shrink suddenly, becoming infinitely close.
Commander Blood Evil had clearly created distance from Qin Chen, but just as he steadied himself, he felt a chill at his neck; a razor-sharp long knife was already resting against him.
This feeling was all too familiar. Commander Blood Evil didn't need to look to know that it was the Demonic Blood Sword against his neck!
This scene was incredibly quick, so fast that it was hard to see.
Witnessing this, many powerful figures from other forces in the distance held their breath.
Commander Blood Evil stood there, not daring to move, even holding his breath. He knew the Demonic Blood Sword had accompanied him for decades; how sharp and terrifying it was, he was all too aware.
Now, just a slight movement would lead to his head falling and his soul scattering.
"It's truly a pity. Dying by your own sword must be quite tragic," Qin Chen said, holding the Demonic Blood Sword and shaking his head gently with a smile.
Commander Blood Evil's face turned extremely pale. All along, he had only used the Demonic Blood Sword to behead others; he had never considered that one day, the sword would be at his own neck!