Refining the Mountains and Rivers

As the incarnation of the Ancient race, Qin Yu's aura suddenly rose. He stepped upon the earth, his head reaching the skies. His massive figure represented an absolute strength that could not be suppressed.

Billowing blood energy fluctuated like immense waves, roaring and tumbling beyond any constraint. It roared through the heavens and earth, leaving loud rumbling in its wake.

As if feeling the complete aura of a clansman, a fluctuation appeared in the eyes of the summoned undying true spirit of the Ancient race. It roared out loud like it was reciting something and the endless strength of the heavens and earth began to seethe in excitement once more.

In contrast, the stir that Qin Yu created when he previously transformed into the incarnation of an Ancient was like a little wave in a pool, completely beyond any comparison.

Rumble rumble -

Rumble rumble -

As the voice resounded through the world, a trillion strands of spiritual strength gathered together, wildly flowing into the body of the Ancient undying true spirit's body. Its body began to rapidly condense and become increasingly realistic, as if it would walk out from the illusion and truly arrive in the world!

At the same time, the aura that the Ancient undying true spirit released rose at a mind-boggling speed, suppressing everything around it.

Babasa screamed out loud, "Qin Yu, you madman!"

As an Ancient it was impossible that Qin Yu didn't know what sort of fate he would experience if he exposed himself…even so, Qin Yu still wanted to ruin him; it was simply preposterous!

"Ahh!"

With a loud scream, the horns above Babasa's head became increasingly red. Little drops of blood seeped out from them.

Once this blood came into contact with the air, or to be more accurate, once it touched the world's rules, it would explode and violently burn.

Beneath the shining crimson flames, Babasa's complexion was pale white. As one of the devil race, his horns were where his life essence was gathered. This blood contained most of the strength that Babasa had saved up over these many years.

Once this blood was exhausted, he would inevitably fall into a deep sleep. But in this situation, Babasa already had no other choice. With the strength of the Ancient race's true body, once a second Holy Mountain was summoned he would immediately suffer a powerful suppression.

Qin Yu lifted a hand into the skies and a giant shadow spread across the land. As the incarnation of the Ancient race, he punched out a fist and space violently trembled. With the strength of the Ancient's true body, even if 10,000 mountains lay in front of him they would be easily broken through. So, breaking space was even easier.

But right now, it seemed incomparably difficult. As if this space had become different because it had drawn close to something.

"Break for me!"

The roar was even more terrifying than thunder. The wildly shaking space suddenly split open. From the darkness, a blue divine light spread out.

This light passed through the cracks and shined into the world. An unimaginably terrifying pressure broke forth like a shattered dam, crazily gushing outwards.

Kacha -

Kacha -

Like shattered ice, countless cracks appeared in the skies.

The second of the Ancient race's three Holy Mountains - Suppressing Heaven!

A blue mountain, as if covered by some kind of moss, slowly appeared from that trembling space. With every inch of it that entered the world, the suppression became that much more potent.

The blood red flames on Babasa's horns blazed with more violence, resisting the suppressing strength that arrived through countless layers of stacked up space to arrive here.

Pika -

Paka -

Loud crackles of flesh and blood echoed from within Babasa's body and he grew once more. Blood vessels burst out from his skin and exploded. Blood seeped out from between the slits of his scales, dyeing him red.

Suppressing Sea and Suppressing Heaven. The strength of these two Holy Mountains blocked off 70% of the strength that vented out from his horns. The strength inside his body began to acc.u.mulate.

Suddenly, there was a heaven-shaking rumble. An ice cold look appeared in the reddened eyes of Solitary Westgate that controlled the bombarding thunder all around.

He looked at the Devil Overlord and said, "For countless years, I have been waiting for the day I could take revenge for my wife and child. No matter what happens, nothing will change this. The devil race's skills of controlling the hearts and minds of others are indeed terrifying, but I have not truly lost myself!

"Since you want to absorb the power of thunder to restore yourself, I will satisfy you and then completely detonate that power…now, go die!"

Solitary Westgate lifted a hand and tapped the point between his forehead. A rune in the shape of a lightning bolt appeared. When his finger touched it, it cracked apart.

As if struck by thunder, Solitary Westgate's aura instantly declined. Blood spurted out from his nose and mouth.

The God Beast Thunder Kirin he controlled had long since mastered the path of thunder in the passing of the years. The lightning rune between his eyebrows was the mark of thunder.

Now, with shattering this mark as the price, he would awaken the power of heavenly thunder and bring down a tribulation of endless destruction.

The Devil Overlord screamed out loud. The scales on his body were instantly covered with crackling thunder. The tiny arcs of lightning were deep purple in color. Although they were incomparably beautiful, they also contained a dreadful strength that could turn everything into powder.

Scales started to lose their l.u.s.ter beneath this purple thunder. They withered, broke apart, and fell down, revealing charred flesh and blood below.

This process seemed slow, but the reality was that traces of raging thunder appeared all over Babasa in the blink of an eye. What was especially terrifying was that as his mortal body suffered heavy losses, it became increasingly difficult for him to control the gathered strength in his body. The strength became like a flood, wildly attacking his body that served as a dam.

Once the limit was surpassed, a backlash was bound to occur. All abilities in this world had limits and restrictions. The devil race possessed the heaven-defying ability to plunder outside strengths to restore themselves, but at the same time there was also a tremendous flaw.

If they went beyond their limits of tolerance, then the so-called backlash that followed would equal death. Their body and soul would perish, erasing all traces of themselves from the world.

Babasa roared out loud, pain and horror in his eyes. Because he knew how terrifying the consequences of a backlash would be, he could not allow it to happen.

This damned Solitary Westgate, he actually pretended to be mind-controlled by him, only to launch an attack at this moment! But thinking about this was no longer useful. The Devil Overlord fiercely looked up into the skies and screamed at the heavens.

Rumble rumble -

With a dull thumping sound, a vortex appeared in the thunderclouds above. The inside was pitch black in color like endlessly flowing ink.

Cold and gloomy, an aura of destruction and slaughter spread out from this vortex. But to the Devil Overlord, it had an incredibly helpful function.

Bathed in the aura of the pitch black vortex, Babasa's scales started to regrow and be restored to how they were at the beginning. His declining aura was like a flame that had oil poured on top of it, instantly blazing into the heavens. He seemed to be even more formidable than he was at the start!

But there was no joy on the Devil Overlord's face. The atmosphere around him was icy cold and his voice was flooded with killing intent as he said, "Today, the two of you will die…I vow that I will draw out your souls and plunge you into the endless abyss to suffer the torment of darkness forever. In pain and despair, you will struggle for eternity without any hope of ever being freed!"

Roar -

The Devil Overlord roared out loud and the lightning that wreaked havoc on his body was torn apart.

Puff -

Solitary Westgate spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura fell precipitously and he wobbled on his feet, barely managing to stand. His vision flashed black and became blurry. But, he could feel that destructive aura howling at him.

It was cold and cruel!

"Yun Niang, Anning, I'm sorry…"

Ruefully smiling, Solitary Westgate closed his eyes, waiting for death to arrive. But at this moment there was a heaven-shaking rumble. A massive amount of blood spilled onto him, bringing with it a warmth that spread through his body.

He looked up and wiped his blood-covered face. Solitary Westgate looked up to see a towering figure standing in front of him.

Right now, that figure's arm was pierced through and blood was gushing out. But, that figure remained steady and firm, like a mountain that blocked out wind and rain.

Warmth appeared in Solitary Westgate's heart. He took a deep breath and said, "Qin Yu, don't worry about me. If you can leave then immediately do so!"

The peak Devil Overlord had nearly touched upon the level of a Great Overlord. There was no one that could match the power he erupted with.

In the end, they had lost…

At this time, Qin Yu's low voice rang out. "Westgate, are you afraid of death?"