Chapter 2485: The Soul Crushing King
The tension between the Eternal Soul Kingdom and the forces of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom in the Eighth Realm escalated dramatically after the appearance of the massive pillar of scarlet and white flames. Both sides understood the same truth: a new actor had entered the battlefield. And neither kingdom intended to let the other seize the advantage before discovering who—or what—that presence was.
The clashes that followed reached a new level of savagery.
One of the largest battles unfolded above a vast ocean. The destruction was so immense that the sea itself split apart under the pressure of colliding powers. Towering walls of water rose into the firmament, waves so colossal they seemed capable of drowning the sky.
The concentrated energy unleashed by Alpha Omega Overgods distorted the atmosphere, birthing colossal tornadoes and gargantuan monsoons. Some of those violent currents were so intense that they swallowed ArchDeities whole, crushing and tearing them apart beneath spiraling torrents of water and wind.
Despite the killing intent saturating the battlefield, neither side gained a decisive advantage. The fighting raged for over an hour, the ocean floor cracking, the clouds above scattering into fragments of vapor. In the end, the warriors retreated in different directions, wary of overextending themselves in such unstable conditions.
Declaring a clear victor was impossible.
Yet while the overall battle remained inconclusive, one Peak Alpha Omega Overgod of the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom found himself in dire straits.
His name was Sanzon.
He flew at full speed across the shattered skies, blood trailing behind him. Despite burning his energy recklessly, he could not shake his pursuer. And that was a problem—because the one chasing him was no ordinary powerhouse.
It was one of the kings of the Eternal Soul Realm.
A man who had forged an organization strong enough to stand on equal grounds with the Eternal Soul Kingdom itself.
The King-Tier Royal Blutlinie was a massive, broad-shouldered figure with arms like ancient tree trunks. His left and right eyes burned with eerie golden flames, and in his grip rested a colossal bastard sword nearly as large as his own body. His physical speed alone was not extraordinary—but his Ancestor Eye shone continuously, space behind him trembling before releasing shockwaves that propelled him forward faster and faster.