Myth Beyond Heaven

The sight of Xi Hong's True God form sent a tremor of anticipation through the battlefield. Now, the clash wouldn't just be a battle of strength, but a display of mastery of laws.

Li Shan, his gaze unwavering, met Xi Hong's charge head-on. His white hair, usually flowing loosely, seemed to stand on end, crackling with a faint silver light. The transformation was instantaneous, shocking even the other True Gods on the battlefield.

Where his hair once was, a web of fine, silver metal strands shimmered, each strand imbued with the raw power of a thousand thunderstorms. The metal flowed down his neck, forming a metallic cuirass that encased his upper torso. Bolts of electricity danced across the surface, illuminating the intricate runes etched onto the metal.

His eyes, usually a warm brown, now glowed with an electric blue intensity, mirroring the power coursing through his transformed body.

This was Li Shan in his True God form – the Storm Weaver.

Bei Cong's face turned solemn. Li Shan wasn't just a renowned tea connoisseur and city lord; he was a fearsome True God who wielded the power of lightning and metal with unmatched mastery.

Xi Hong, however, seemed unfazed by Li Shan's transformation. His True God form, a manifestation of his dominion over the earth, had fully materialized.

The black light had solidified, forming a set of obsidian armor that encased his massive bear frame. The armor pulsed with an otherworldly energy, seemingly emanating from the very core of the earth itself.

Runes, similar to those on Li Shan's armor, glowed a deep yellow, symbolizing his mastery over the earth's raw power.

The two True Gods faced each other, a stark contrast – one a living embodiment of the heavens' fury, the other a representation of the earth's unyielding strength.

"Come!"

With a battle cry that echoed through the ravaged landscape, Xi Hong charged. His massive form moved with surprising agility, the earth itself seemingly propelling him forward.

Li Shan, ever calm and collected, raised the Storm Spear. The silver weapon hummed with a renewed intensity, a predator anticipating the hunt.

As Xi Hong closed the distance, Li Shan didn't meet the charge head-on. Instead, with a flick of his wrist, he sent a bolt of pure lightning lancing towards Xi Hong.

The bolt struck the obsidian armor with a deafening clang, sending sparks flying. A faint scorch mark appeared on the armor, but it held firm.

"Go to hell!" Xi Hong roared in frustration, his momentum momentarily halted. He swung a massive, earth-encrusted fist at Li Shan, aiming to crush him with a single blow.

Li Shan, however, vanished in a blur of movement, reappearing behind Xi Hong like a phantom.

BANG!

The Storm Spear sang through the air as Li Shan lashed out, aiming for a weak point in Xi Hong's armor. But before the spear could connect, a thick earthen wall materialized between them, blocking the attack.

The battle continued a dance of lightning and earth. Li Shan, wielding the Storm Spear with unmatched precision, weaved around Xi Hong's relentless attacks, each strike of the spear leaving a sizzling mark on the obsidian armor.

Xi Hong, relying on his immense strength and the earth's unwavering support, countered with brutal blows, each one shaking the very foundation of the battlefield.

The entire space trembled violently as if it could shatter at any moment.

Lin Xinyao and the others watched the fight with bated breath. The clash between Li Shan and Xi Hong was unlike anything they had ever witnessed. It was a battle between two titans, each pushing the boundaries of their respective domains.

As the clash between True Gods raged on, the battles between Xiao Shou and Bei Cong, Lan Qinghe and Dongfang Lou, continued with renewed intensity.

Xiao Shou spun and danced around Bei Cong's relentless offense. Bei Cong, frustrated by his inability to land a decisive blow, unleashed a flurry of attacks, his black sword blurring into a storm of darkness.

Xiao Shou, however, remained calm, his white spear transforming back and forth from spear to whip with each change in tactic.

With a flick of his wrist, Xiao Shou sent the whip coiling around Bei Cong's ankle, momentarily tripping him up.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Shou propelled himself forward, aiming a lightning-fast thrust with his spear towards Bei Cong's chest. However, a black barrier materialized just as the spear tip neared its target, deflecting the attack with a resounding clang.

"Hmph," Bei Cong smirked, pushing himself to his feet. "Your little tricks won't work against me forever."

"We'll see about that," Xiao Shou retorted, his eyes glinting with a steely determination. He spun his spear, the white light intensifying, hinting at a secret technique brewing within him.

Across the battlefield, Lan Qinghe's relentless barrage of orchids pressured Dongfang Lou relentlessly. The new emerald barrier, battered and cracked, was on the verge of collapse.

Each orchid strike resonated with a faint chiming sound, a unique property of Lan Qinghe's Orchid Heart technique. The chiming created a subtle yet potent disruption within Dongfang Lou's energy flow, hindering her ability to maintain the barrier.

Hua Rong, sensing the growing exhaustion in Dongfang Lou, seized the moment. With a flick of her wrist, vibrant red flowers resembling thorny vines materialized around the battlefield. These vines, imbued with the essence of the Hell Fire, pulsed with a scorching heat.

With a synchronized attack, Lan Qinghe launched a final volley of orchids, while Hua Rong unleashed the thorny vines towards Dongfang Lou.

Overwhelmed by the combined assault, Dongfang Lou faltered. The emerald barrier finally shattered, showering the battlefield with emerald sparks. Exposed and vulnerable, Dongfang Lou watched coldly as the fiery vines surged towards her.

"How dare you!?" Dongfang Lou uttered coldly. Her eyes filled with a killing intent. She didn't expect a mere Ghost King to make a sneak attack on her.

BOOOM!!

A ripple of fear flickered across the battlefield as Dongfang Lou's fury erupted. Her emerald aura flared, no longer flickering with fatigue but burning with a cold, vengeful light.

The vines, mere inches from her, recoiled as if struck by an invisible force.

But before Dongfang Lou could retaliate, a blinding flash of light erupted from the center of the battlefield. Li Shan and Xi Hong, locked in their epic clash, had finally reached a turning point.

Li Shan, his movements a blur of silver lightning, had managed to land a clean hit on Xi Hong's armor. The spear tip, infused with the raw power of a thousand storms, pierced through a weak point, leaving a gaping hole in the obsidian chestplate.

"ARGH!!"