After a period of battle, a piercing scream suddenly echoed above the clouds.

The scream changed the color of the heavens and earth, the clouds boiled, and the ground trembled, as if some earth-shattering transformation had taken place above the clouds.

At the same time, countless beings waving black Mad Blade banners suddenly stopped, as if time had frozen.

Then, they all fell down.

They died!

All died at the same moment!

The clouds shuddered violently, and then a man wearing a blood-colored crown suddenly descended through them, looking down upon the vast land.

His whole body was wounded, his posture crooked and gasping, in his left hand he held a blood-dripping Slaughter Blade, and in the other held a head, with eyes full of arrogant expression, he proclaimed loudly to the countless Deities below: "Mad Blade has perished under my Slaughter Blade!"

After speaking, he crushed the head in his right hand, leaving only a pile of shattered crystal powder in his palm.

That was Mad Blade’s Divinity, which was thoroughly shattered, even more completely than in a broken state, indicating that Mad Blade had completely fallen and wasn’t even considered a False God anymore.

"Long live my emperor!" In an instant, the countless followers and warriors of the Tyrant below all knelt down, their mighty voices spreading like waves to the four corners of the earth.

The Tyrant, holding high his Slaughter Blade, said domineeringly to the ends of the earth, "Those who submit to my rule will find peace, those who resist will face war!"

Then he crossed the Slaughter Blade before his chest, sprinkling the powdered remnants of Mad Blade’s Divinity onto the blood-soaked blade.

"Buzz—" The Slaughter Blade immediately vibrated violently, absorbing all the Divinity powder, emitting a dazzling blood light, shooting out waves of crazy Killing Intent, like coronas around the Sun.

This Slaughter Blade, after being consecrated with Mad Blade’s Main God Divinity, who was adept at wielding blades, had transformed into a complete weapon of massacre, meant solely for slaughter, leaving rivers of blood wherever it went, with The Gods falling and Heaven Realm in turmoil. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

...

At this moment, Huang Yi’s vision changed, and he appeared on another battlefield.

This was a ruined place, everywhere were crumbled walls, yet still resplendent with gold and jade, various ruins shining brilliantly, magnificently beautiful, with a towering Supreme stone stele piercing the sky, engraved with the words—Gate of Heaven.

This was, unmistakably, the ruins of Heaven!

At this moment, the skies around were filled with flags from various factions, their different clothing indicating they came from multiple camps, yet now mingled together, clearly forming an Allied Army.

At the forefront of these United Legions were Demigods exuding an eternal aura, some radiant with Holy Light, some emanating dense Demonic Qi, seemingly consisting of True God magnates from the Divine Realm and Demon Realm.

And surrounded by this allied force was the Tyrant Legion, who had previously fought the Mad Blade, now shrinking under the encirclement, broken and battered, with the banners they raised sagging powerlessly.

"Tyrant! You disrupt the order of Heaven Realm, vainly attempting to unify the Demon Realm, committing heinous sins, today the twenty-three Demigods of both the Divine and Demon Realms unite to send you to Hell! Accept your fate and don’t struggle!" At this moment, from within the United Legions, a Twelve-Winged Archangel with golden wings, wearing heavy golden Battle Armor, grasped a Long Spear in hand, pointing directly at the besieged Tyrant Legion, spoke boldly.

"A motley crowd dares challenge my rule?" Among the besieged Tyrant Legion, a towering figure suddenly soared into the air, revealing it to be the Tyrant.

He still wore the blood-colored Crown, holding that bloody Slaughter Blade, from which blood continuously dripped, turning into tendrils of Blood Qi, which twined and drifted like living entities, wrapping around the Tyrant, amplifying his ferocity, with his gaze burning with a crazed flame, disdainfully glancing at the surrounding Demon Gods.

Suddenly, he transformed into a streak of blood light, rushing towards the Twelve-Winged Archangel.

"Boom—" In the blink of an eye, the Tyrant reached that Twelve-Winged Archangel, his Slaughter Blade flashing a streak of blood light, sharply cleaving against the Archangel’s golden Battle Armor.

"Ah!" The Twelve-Winged Archangel was instantly struck and sent flying, emitting a piercing scream, crashing into a ruined palace, crawling up with dust all over.

His valiant Battle Armor had already been cracked with a large hole, blood flowing profusely, staining the white feathers red.

The other Demigods hadn’t expected the Tyrant to go on the offensive, and for a moment, they were all caught off guard.

The Tyrant raised the Slaughter Blade, pointing it directly at the leaders of the Allied Army, and arrogantly declared: "Enough talk! Come at me all at once!"

"Too arrogant!"

"For the safety of beings of the Three Realms! We must eradicate the Tyrant!"

"Fight for the Holy Light!"

"Only slaughter can end slaughter!"

...

In an instant, a multitude of Demigods charged at the Tyrant from all directions, eternal auras sweeping across, mythic radiance illuminating the earth, with the hymns of Deities echoing in Heaven.

The battlefield had utterly transformed into chaos, rendering the scene within completely obscured, with time and space losing their effect at this moment.

"Ah!" A horrible scream resounded, as a magnificent body fell out from that chaos, bearing a terrifying wound, blood gushing out like a torrent, and the divine radiance completely dimming.

At the same time, a contingent within the Allied Army suddenly collapsed, buried alongside the fallen Deity.

Consequently, the dismembered limbs of various Demigods fell from the chaos one after another, each Deity falling, dragging their Contracted Servants below with them to accompany their demise.

Everyone watched that chaos nervously, no one knowing who would fall next, no one knowing if their master would die in battle.

"Crazed God! You have come too!" Suddenly, that chaos echoed with the Tyrant’s furious and astonished voice.

Evidently, this Crazed God should be a Deity that even the Tyrant was deeply in fear of, having previously hidden silently, now suddenly attacking, causing the Tyrant to feel immense pressure, possibly able to directly alter the course of the battle.

"You even killed the Mad Blade, I already feel a chill, once you have conquered the Demon Realm, I fear I will no longer be your match! However, I will not let you live to see that day!" A crazed voice responded.

Subsequently, the turmoil within that chaos suddenly intensified several times over, glowing more fiercely, accompanied by the frequent muffled groans of the Tyrant, seemingly falling to the disadvantage.

The followers of the Tyrant wore grave expressions, seeming to sense their Doomsday approaching, the Tyrant who fought across lands doomed to fall today, to descend into Hell, taking them all along in burial.