Outside, the flames of war were raging. But inside the world of ice and snow, it was still the same. A warrior was running fast. His eyes were confused. He kept running like a machine, as if he would never stop.
Lu Li's mental state became even worse. His mind had become a mess, and there was only one thought in his mind – to keep moving forward and find a door.
This thought quietly grew in his mind, and it was especially clear. That thought drove him to keep moving forward, to find a 'door'.
When he first came in, his mind was not clear. He only knew that there might be an exit if he kept going.
Now, the exit had become a door. He must find the door and open it so that he could leave this world.
Was there really a door here?
Could he really go out by opening the door?
If Kun Mo and Bei Xuan were outside, could he survive?
Lu Li didn't think about these questions. His mind was muddled as if he was sleepwalking.
Fortunately, he was not afraid of the cold now. He was strong enough and had enough source of energy. He wouldn't die of exhaustion even if he ran for a hundred years. He would only be more dispirited.
Perhaps when he got tired of running, he would fall down and sleep.
What he didn't know was — the ice and snow around him were denser than in the distance. The temperature here was lower. As he ran, the energy of heaven and earth in the world of ice and snow seemed to be affected as well, surging toward him.
This was a strange phenomenon. If Lu Li had a clear mind, he would know — the temperature around him was much lower than in the distance. The snow and wind were thicker as well.
It was as if the area he was in had become the coldest area, the source of ice and snow.
His realm of magic was also changing quietly. In the realm of magic … it was snowing.
"Phew, phew ~"
The snow and wind were everywhere. The cold wind swept across the wilderness. A lone figure was running as if he was going to reach the end of the world.
…
"Boom, boom, boom, boom ~"
Outside the Ancient Rhino Realm, the sounds of fighting and explosions were more intense. There were more scouts nearby. Some warriors who were infinitely close to the consummate level also came over to check.
At least millions of warriors came out from the Ancient Rhino Realm. Most of them were scouts from different forces.
In the vicinity of this wasteland, there were some void wastes and two other wastelands. These places were all occupied by warriors.
There were also some brave warriors who came a little closer. There were even two scouts who went directly to the bottom of the wasteland. They were not afraid that the wasteland would be destroyed. At that time, they would be instantly torn apart by the aftermath of the explosion.
The battle had already gone on for half a day. Because of the Demon-Killing Array, none of the martial artists knew what was going on inside. However, from the sounds of explosions, they could vaguely tell that some Perfected stage martial artists had died inside. There were at least fifteen of them.
"Fifteen Paragons …"
In a wasteland, an elite who was infinitely close to the Full Perfection Realm sighed. The Sky Universe Starfield only had thirteen Full Perfection Realm experts. The Chaotic Starfield was even worse, with only a few.
Now, more than a dozen of them had died in one go, and from the looks of it, there were going to be more casualties.
What was Perfection? That was when one reached the pinnacle of a single direction, comprehending all the profundities of a single set of Laws.
There were far too many martial artists in this world, so many that it was impossible to count them all. For ordinary martial artists, Emperors were existences that they could only look up to, and for Saint Emperors, Saint Emperors were their goal. Above Saint Emperors, there was still the realm of Perfection, and finally, Perfection.
Perfection was the ultimate martial power and the strongest deterrence.
In the eight major starfields, as long as a race or a force had one Perfection Realm expert, as long as they did not seek death, that force could continue to exist until that Perfection Realm expert died.
Very few Perfection Realm experts died. Under normal circumstances, the eight major starfields might not have one Perfection Realm expert die in a few thousand years.
However, there seemed to be a lot of deaths in recent years, especially in the Chaotic Starfield. It used to be such a powerful starfield with many Perfection Realm experts, but now only a few remained.
"Who do you think will win?"
"I think the King of Kun and the King of Northern Region will win. Although the King of Eastern Region is strong, he was defeated by the King of Kun before. What's more, the number of Perfection Realm experts has been reduced by half this time. There is also the King of Northern Region here."
"I don't think so. The King of Eastern Region could have left, but he chose to fight. I feel that he has the confidence to win."
"You think too much … the difference in strength is too big. At this level, relying on some arrangements is useless. In front of absolute combat power, these tricks are meaningless."
"You can't say that. Look at how long the battle has been going on. That spirit formation has not been broken."
"No matter who wins, I hope they leave our Sky Universe Starfield immediately after the battle. Our small place can't endure such a ruckus."
Dozens of experts who were infinitely close to the Perfection Realm gathered together and discussed in low voices. These were the elders of the great clans of the Sky Universe Starfield. They had received orders from the great clans of the Immortal Domain to investigate the final battle situation.
They could not find out what was going on inside and could only make guesses.
"It's not fifteen that have died, but twenty-one!"
There was a white mist in the void. This white mist was like a divine pattern spirit formation, making it impossible for nearby martial artists to detect it.
The King of Southern Region murmured with a serious expression. The King of Western Region, who was beside him, had a similarly ugly expression. They both had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Both sides had about sixty Perfection Realm experts, while the Eastern Region only had twenty. If most of the deaths were from the Eastern Region, there would not be many Perfection Realm experts left on the Eastern Region's side, and the battle would not be so intense.
The battle was still very intense. This meant that most of the twenty-one Perfection Realm experts that had died were from the Northern Region.
Kun Mo was very strong; this was publicly acknowledged!
Kun Mo had almost killed the King of Eastern Region more than a hundred thousand years ago. According to common sense, this battle was completely unfair.
Not to mention that Bei Xuan, whose battle strength was similar to the two of them, was also included. Yet, after fighting for so long, the battle was still so intense. This meant that … Kun Mo and Bei Xuan could not suppress the King of Eastern Region.
"Why don't … we retreat a little?"
The King of Southern Region was a little timid. It was also because he was beaten up by the King of Eastern Region that year. That year, the King of Eastern Region did not even release the Heaven Swallowing divine skill, but he was still able to easily injure the King of Southern Region. That had left a shadow on the King of Southern Region for the rest of his life.
He believed that if the King of Eastern Region won and discovered him, he would die miserably.
"Retreat?
Why are you so timid? "
The King of Western Region glanced at him, paused, and said, "I'll listen to you. Otherwise, you will say that I did not give you face …"
The King of Southern Region rolled his eyes and did not want to say anything. The two of them retreated stealthily. They only stopped after retreating for ten thousand miles. Then, they used heaven and earth powers to continue sensing from afar.
Another day passed. Through the sounds of battle, they sensed that more people had died inside. From the sounds, it seemed like there were less than thirty people left inside.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Following that, a long spear light shadow pierced through the Demon-Killing Great Formation and pierced through the sky.
The long spear light shadow extended for at least ten thousand miles. Some of the nearby scouts were directly killed. A huge crack appeared in the spatial zone. Violent winds howled, and killing intent filled the air.
However, at this moment, no martial artist cared about this spear. All their divine senses swept across the wasteland. They saw a scene that shocked them so much that their eyeballs almost fell out.
The King of Eastern Region was covered in blood. One of his arms had been chopped off. At this moment, his long saber was sweeping across a headless corpse that was holding a long spear. A head was still flying in mid-air. That head's eyes were wide open, filled with unwillingness and despair.
That was Kun Mo's head!
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