Myth Beyond Heaven

The battle had transformed into a catastrophic spectacle. Li Shan, his form a beacon of silver lightning, stood defiant amidst a swirling storm of his own creation.

The sky above him crackled with potent energy, the once clear canvas now obscured by a churning ocean of dark clouds. Bolts of lightning, thicker and brighter than any seen before, snaked across the tempestuous canopy, illuminating the battlefield with an otherworldly glow.

Opposing him was Xi Hong, his True God form dwarfed by the sheer scale of Li Shan's domain. Gone was the obsidian armor and the earth beneath his feet. Now, a swirling vortex of sand raged around him, an endless desert stretching as far as the eye could see.

The sand whipped around Xi Hong, forming a protective barrier against the barrage of lightning bolts.

BOOOOOOM—

The clash of domains filled the air with a deafening roar. The storm roared with fury, battling against the relentless onslaught of sand. Powerful gusts of wind lashed against the walls of sand, tearing at their edges, but the desert held firm, its immense mass offering immense resistance.

Yet, Li Shan didn't relent. He unleashed another bolt of lightning, this one even larger and more potent than the last. It tore through the storm, a silver streak aimed directly at Xi Hong's sand barrier.

The impact caused a deafening explosion, sending a shockwave that ripped across the battlefield.

The sand barrier shuddered, a portion momentarily dispersing before quickly reforming. But Xi Hong wasn't unscathed. A grunt escaped his lips as he stumbled back, his form wavering slightly. The raw power of the lightning coursed through the sand, weakening its solidity.

"Have you gone insane!?" Bei Cong raised his hand to block the sandstorm and shouted angrily.

Although he came here to defeat Xiao Shou and capture everyone, Bei Cong wouldn't dare to unleash his domain here. Not even his True God form would be used here.

However, Xi Hong seemed to lose his mind. Perhaps it was because of Li Shan's leisure posture that provoked him. He didn't hesitate to use his True God form and domain here.

The battles across the battlefield came to a halt. Xiao Shou and Lan Qinghe retreated to Lin Xinyao's group and conjured barriers to protect them.

Meanwhile, Sheng Qianyu, Ying She, and Gao Kang had also retreated to Bei Cong and Dongfang Lou's sides.

Everyone distanced themselves from the battle between the two God's Domains.

The air crackled with a tension that rivaled the storm's fury. Despite the devastation wrought by their clash, neither Li Shan nor Xi Hong showed any signs of slowing down.

Li Shan, his chest heaving with exertion, raised his Storm Spear once more. The spear pulsed with a blinding white light, the gathered energy from the storm coalescing within it.

"Go!" he uttered coldly, channeling the full might of his domain into a single, focused blast.

A colossal bolt of lightning, shaped like a spearhead, erupted from the weapon, aimed directly at the heart of Xi Hong's sandstorm.

Crackle!

With a deafening crackle, it pierced through the swirling sand, leaving a trail of scorched nothingness in its wake.

The sandstorm roiled in protest. Grains of sand, imbued with Xi Hong's netherworld energy, collided with the lightning bolt, causing a miniature fireworks display of crimson and white sparks.

BOOM!

A tremor shook the very ground as the spearhead reached its target – Xi Hong himself. He stood tall, his form resolute, arms outstretched to block the attack. His entire body glowed with a dark crimson light, drawing strength from his netherworld domain.

The clash was immense. The sandstorm seemed to momentarily buckle under the assault, the grains swirling chaotically before reforming around Xi Hong.

"Ugh…" A pained grunt escaped his lips as his body was slammed backwards by the sheer force of the lightning bolt.

Li Shan, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a barrage of smaller lightning bolts. The storm raged around him, responding to his every command. The bolts, like silver vipers, snaked through the sandstorm, seeking Xi Hong's weakness.

"Get lost!" With a mighty roar, Xi Hong slammed his fist against the ground. The earth itself seemed to respond, a wave of sand surging upwards, forming a massive wall that intercepted Li Shan's lightning barrage.

BANG—

The air crackled with chaotic energy as sand and lightning collided. The wall of sand, however, held firm, its sheer mass proving to be a formidable defense against Li Shan's onslaught.

However, the wall wasn't without its cost. The constant assault of lightning chipped away at the sand grains, slowly diminishing their density.

More importantly, the sheer effort of maintaining his domain and defending against Li Shan's relentless attacks was draining Xi Hong's energy reserves.

Across the battlefield, tension was etched on everyone's faces. Even Dongfang Lou displayed a flicker of worry in her eyes. She exchanged glances with Bei Cong, a silent communication passing between them.

"We can't let them go on," Bei Cong finally said, his voice gruff. "They've gone crazy."

Dongfang Lou frowned and glanced at Xiao Shou and Lan Qinghe.

Xiao Shou furrowed his brow. "Can you tell him to stop?" he asked.

Lan Qinghe calmly replied. "We are not that close."

"This isn't good for us." Xiao Shou said in a deep voice.

Lan Qinghe remained silent. Although she was fully aware of the consequences, she had no intention of intervening in the battle.

Meanwhile, the battle between the two Gods raged on. Li Shan, sensing Xi Hong's weakening defenses, unleashed another devastating attack – a swirling vortex of lightning that ripped through the sandstorm, leaving a gaping hole in its heart.

Xi Hong glared at Li Shan, his face contorted in a mask of fury and exhaustion. His apocalyptic sandstorm domain, once a vast desert, had shrunk considerably, barely large enough to protect him.

Li Shan, his eyes blazing with an electric blue light, raised his Storm Spear once more. It pulsed with a blinding light, a beacon of the storm's fury ready to be unleashed.

But before Li Shan could launch his final attack, a tendril of darkness emerged from the void, rushing towards Lin Xinyao and the others behind Xiao Shou and Lan Qinghe.

Lan Qinghe's expression contorted in recognition. The aura, she remembered it all too well – it belonged to none other than Gu Buxiu!

Before anyone could even react, tendrils of darkness whipped out, coiling tightly around Lin Xinyao, Han Bingling, Yun Qianxue, Yun Huanxin, and Yun Meilan. With a brutal yank, they were pulled away.

"Hahaha! All of you can continue. Don't waste your time on me," Gu Buxiu's voice boomed throughout the space, echoing with dark amusement.