Long Chen was already in a daze.
Everything he did now was to survive the terrifying attack of Taishi God. From the start of Taishi God, he already knew how terrifying Taishi God was. This was the only level set for the Ancestral Dragon. In this world, besides Long Chen himself, no one had ever encountered it. It was especially obvious how terrifying it was.
Although he used the same power and the same spirit technique, the other party still crushed him. Everything he used, Long Chen did comprehend and learn a lot when he fell again and again, but these were all exchanged at the cost of a fatal crisis.
Now was the final moment of life and death.
The words' I can't die 'made Long Chen persevere again. He had forgotten everything, only remembering the deep responsibility in his heart, that was his everything.
Therefore, he went all out. He had never gone all out like this before. He burned the Spirit Refining Flame to the extreme, just to block the other party's Weeping Blood Dragon Soul.
A total of four million slaughter dragons crazily slaughtered each other in front of everyone. In just a short moment, more than a million slaughter dragons died, turning into blood light that dissipated into the sky. The tiny divine dragons let out beast-like roars. Among the onlookers, because they couldn't stand such a sound, most of the martial artists began to flee.
It was too terrifying.
Long Chen held on. In front of an opponent who had an absolute advantage, he could only fight with his life on the line. He hated and feared this God of Primordial Beginning. He was definitely the most terrifying opponent he had ever met in his life. No one had ever made Long Chen feel such despair when they were at the same level of power. This made Long Chen realize his own inadequacies, and he underwent a massive transformation.
Unfortunately, it was really difficult for him to survive.
Taishi God felt that it was very easy to kill him.
Long Chen clenched his teeth and glared at the sky. In this battle of the Weeping Blood Dragon Soul, because of Long Chen's final struggle, he finally blocked Taishi God's attack for the first time.
When all the slaughter dragons in front of him disappeared, Long Chen almost couldn't hold on anymore. He was like a lamp that had run out of oil and was on the verge of death. Taishi God was still standing in the sky, looking at him indifferently.
"In the end, you're still trash. You don't have much ability."
The God of Taishi's sharp voice echoed in Long Chen's ears.
He could feel the killing intent getting closer and closer. If the God of Taishi attacked again, Long Chen would be completely annihilated.
"I can't die."
Long Chen used up all of his strength. He bit his tongue and only then did he have a moment of clarity to face the God of Taishi.
The God of Primordial Beginning said coldly, "You're too weak, and the Ancestral Dragon's divine art isn't mature yet. You don't have anything outstanding about you, so I can't spare you. Maybe you can improve in the future, but you won't have a future. Before you die, I can show you a stronger divine art."
The other party's usage of any Ancestral Dragon Divine Ability far surpassed Long Chen's.
Long Chen struggled to stand up. Looking at the cold face of the God of Primal Beginning, which belonged to his father, he couldn't help but feel confused. Just as the other party had said, was he really so useless …
He couldn't accept it, he couldn't accept it.
But the God of Taishi was indifferent. He didn't give Long Chen a chance. At this moment, his divine dragon body suddenly dimmed, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into an illusory cloud. The cloud around him flowed, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. A pair of empty eyes stared at Long Chen, giving him the illusion that time had stopped.
"Damn it, it's the Void Universe Dragon."
Long Chen shook his head. He really didn't understand what else he could do apart from risking his life.
But the God of Primordial Beginning in front of him obviously couldn't be defeated even if he went all out. He was destined to be an undefeatable enemy. Besides gritting his teeth, what else could Long Chen do? Even if he faced Lin Ming, he wouldn't be as terrifying as the God of Primordial Beginning.
In other words, the God of Primordial Beginning at this level could defeat the Death God, the Abyss Dragon.
What could Long Chen use to fight against such an expert? Was he destined to die?
This made him feel pain and despair, but he still couldn't accept it. He didn't want to die.
His blood-red eyes stared at the God of Primordial Beginning in the form of the Void Universe Dragon. At this moment, he swept up the power of time and attacked. Long Chen clearly saw every detail. Those details slowly replayed in his mind. He deeply understood that this was a divine ability that originally belonged to him. It was just that he hadn't discovered it yet.
The God of Primordial Beginning's voice was like a dream, ringing in Long Chen's ears.
"Time also has its anger. The Dao of Time Disorder will never be as simple as an illusion. Just like … the Storm of Time."
The Storm of Time.
When this word echoed in Long Chen's ears, he found that his surroundings were very strange. Everything had disappeared. There was only him in the vast world. He found that the time around him was trembling, and then there was a riot.
Time was like a river that flowed past. It had always been quiet since ancient times, but there were times when the river would riot. Under the control of external forces, the river would also form a storm, a chaotic storm. Under the storm, anyone who moved forward on the river would be seriously injured, or even killed.
This was the anger of time, the Storm of Time.
Long Chen had studied the Slight Disorder of Time, Time Stillness, Time Reversal, but he had never touched on the anger of time. Everyone was in the midst of time, and the God of Primordial Beginning was controlling the storm of time around Long Chen.
This feeling was very strange. Long Chen instantly understood a lot. It was as if he could also control this terrifying power of the Storm of Time. He had a very clear idea in his mind. His eyes could see the river flowing past him. From the initial trembling, it suddenly became a terrifying storm.
Buzz.
At that moment, the Storm of Time swept over.
This storm could not be touched or seen, but in that instant, Long Chen's already broken body was almost destroyed. Countless dragon scales exploded, and dragon bones were broken. Under the Storm of Time, Long Chen's sturdy body would be turned to ashes in an instant.
The crisis of death was so close.
Long Chen could already smell the scent of death. His consciousness was quickly dissipating. It was impossible to describe the terror of this Storm of Time. This was the anger of time, the death of living beings.
But none of this was important. Long Chen felt like he had become a fish. He grew stronger and stronger, and he had completely fused with time. He played in it, and his mind kept replaying the method of controlling time that the God of Primordial Beginning had used. When he realized that he was a big enough fish, he couldn't help but stir up the river.
Rumble.
Under his stirring, the river of time swept up a storm. Waves rolled, majestically rushing out. Long Chen deeply understood that this was the power of the Storm of Time.
He only glanced at it once, and he actually grasped it.
This Storm of Time seemed to bring him a new life. Long Chen instantly woke up. When the God of Primordial Beginning's Storm of Time swept up and almost killed him, he manipulated the other's Storm of Time and made it disappear. The fatal crisis instantly disappeared.
As long as one understood the principle of the Storm of Time, it was not difficult to make it disappear.
But at this moment, Long Chen almost brushed shoulders with death.
He never thought that he would be able to comprehend the Storm of Time when he was infinitely close to death. The attack power of this move was obviously even more terrifying than the Weeping Blood Dragon Soul.
The God of Primordial Beginning almost killed him.
"The power of time …"
More experts of the Myriad Races were confused. What was going on?
In their eyes, Long Qinglan wanted to kill Long Chen again and again without mercy. Just now, Long Chen was almost dead.
Their minds were filled with endless questions.
The God of Primordial Beginning was still incomparably cold. He once again transformed into the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon and looked ferociously at Long Chen. "Not bad. You actually comprehended the Storm of Time and blocked my attack. But this little ability cannot save you from the fate of death, because as long as you don't die, I will die."
Long Chen struggled out of the Storm of Time. Looking at his mess, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
But the other was still unharmed …
He wanted nothing more than to tear the God of Primordial Beginning apart. Although there was no enmity, the other wanted to kill him. Moreover, the God of Primordial Beginning was too terrifying. Comprehending the Storm of Time seemed to only allow him to live a little longer …
Was survival really so difficult?
After walking out from the brink of death, Long Chen's vision was filled with illusions.
The God of Primordial Beginning had never been merciful. He was still as ruthless as ever, looking down on Long Chen. This time, the power he displayed was even more terrifying. This was the killing mystique of the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon, which was even stronger than the Weeping Blood Dragon Soul.
As soon as the other used it, Long Chen realized how terrifying it was, and also felt powerless.
The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was a dragon of slaughter, but also a dragon of death. His mystique was different from the Void Eon Dragon's. The Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon was only used for killing, while the Void Eon Dragon was more proficient in manipulating and changing time. At least in the early stages, the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon's killing mystique was more terrifying.
The God of Primordial Beginning coiled up his dragon body and looked down at Long Chen. His rigid body coiled up, his dragon head facing down towards Long Chen, his entire body spiraling like a metal drill.
At this moment, the body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon exuded a terrifying killing power. Layers of blood-colored light covered the body of the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon. At this moment, the spiraling body of the dragon began to spin, forming a terrifying storm of death in an instant.
"Blood Spirit Thrust."
This was a mystique named after the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon.
As the Ancient Blood Spirit Dragon's body spun at high speed, everything disappeared. What appeared before Long Chen was a blood-red spike. This was the most terrifying spike Long Chen had ever seen. This spike had the sharp power to tear through everything. No one dared to look directly at it. Just a glance was enough to make one feel as if their body and soul were being pierced.
Blood Spirit Thrust.