After the Incarnation left the Spatial Cage, it immediately fled to a distant, uninhabited area, calmly observing the whole scene and not rashly charging forward again.

The energy of this Incarnation was now only 3%, any slight impact could spell doom.

At this time, the battlefield was no longer as noisy as before, the number of people had decreased significantly, and half of the demigods were gone, leaving mostly Void God masters.

The most intense area of the entire battlefield was where the King of Hell was, who was simultaneously battling three Supreme Dragon Emperors, shattering space, extinguishing starry skies.

That vast area was already unsuitable for life to visit, with all kinds of glorious light and chaotic matter mixed, occasionally revealing glimpses of a few Dragon Emperors, making it difficult even for Void Gods to approach.

Additionally, the King of Hell had to be distracted by suppressing the breach of the Lunar Prison, blocking the breakout below from The Second World, unable to leave the original position, like a stake hard resisting the attacks of three Supreme Dragon Emperors, extremely passive.

Yet even so, he did not fall behind, the Incarnation always maintained its strongest form, consuming as much strength as quickly as sending as much strength from the body, seemingly with inexhaustible Divine Power, able to keep fighting.

As for the Incarnations of the three Mortal Gods from the War Clan, they respectively faced the incarnations of the other three Demon Kings. Among them, the King of the Fallen and the Dark King were in a place out of Huang Yi’s sight, so the specific battle conditions were unknown.

Only the King of Annihilation was within Huang Yi’s vision, his strength clearly more robust, causing the Mortal God of the War Clan to fall into a disadvantage.

The Lord of the Dark Night, leader of the Night Clan, fully unleashed the Night Clan’s expertise in ambushes, hidden in the darkness, targeting those Void Gods, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, in terms of enemy kill count, not inferior to Feng Angju.

The leader of the Qilin Race and Xuanwu Xiong fought fiercely, both being top-level existences among the Void Gods, figures capable of immediate Divine Enthronement, their strength evenly matched.

The rest were various Void Gods and Demigods battling each other, with partial battlefield strengths each having advantages and disadvantages, but overall evenly matched, temporarily showing no clear direction of victory or defeat.

"Boom!" Suddenly, an intense battle sound came from afar.

Huang Yi turned his head to see Feng Angju fiercely attacking a War Clan’s Void God.

The War Clan’s Void God was overflowing with War Intent, fighting desperately without retreat, every bone spur on the body seemed like a weapon, the pair of dual blades in his hands swung so densely they were impenetrable.

Every inch of his body was born for battle, once the enemy engaged him closely, they were either struck by the weapons in his hands or injured by the bone spurs on his body.

However, Feng Angju was unafraid, pressing forward, one palm blocking the slashing of the War Clan’s Void God’s dual blades, the other palm grabbing the right arm of the War Clan, fiercely pulling outward.

"Crash~" The right arm of the War Clan was directly pulled off, blood streaming from the severed end, a gruesome sight.

That severed arm struggled madly in Feng Angju’s hand, its hand gripping the knife handle and crazily slashing.

Born for battle, even if the body only had one arm left, it would still automatically take up weapons to fight the enemy, unless the residual War Intent was completely obliterated.

"In the face of absolute strength, even the fiercest War Intent is useless." Feng Angju snorted coldly, snatching the knife from the hand of the severed arm, then forcefully throwing the severed arm outward.

Like a meteor, the severed arm streaked across the starry sky, thrown toward the depths of the universe, it would continually drift in the boundless cosmos, passing through one galaxy after another, it was unknown which year and month it would finally be captured by the gravity of a planet and ultimately stop.

At this point, Feng Angju, holding the knife, fiercely hacked down towards the War Clan’s Void God, each blow pouring out unrivaled strength, seemingly capable of cleaving stars in half.

The War Clan’s Void God used his remaining hand, clutching his remaining knife, strenuously resisting.

The sound of blades clashing and blocking echoed densely like raindrops, each second facing life-or-death crises, one careless block and he would be cleaved in half.

But even when blocked, the mighty strength of Feng Angju transmitted through the weapon to the War Clan’s Void God’s body, shaking his internal organs fiercely, his body retreating repeatedly.

"Puff!" After blocking dozens of strikes, the War Clan’s Void God finally couldn’t withstand the internal injuries, spitting out a mouthful of blood. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Angju advanced again, one large hand directly pressing on the head of the War Clan, fiercely pulling upward, attempting to tear it off.

"Enough!" Suddenly, a fiery voice came from the depths of the starry sky, this voice was old, seemingly an angry old man.

This voice, like those of the Ancestral Dragon and Insect Mother, echoed among the stars, exuding a feeling of eternity and immortality.

Subsequently, a giant hand instantly arrived from the depths of the starry sky, claws on its fingers spread open, grabbing toward Feng Angju.

Feng Angju had no choice but to give up attacking the War Clan’s Void God, retreating a considerable distance, striving to dodge, but with his Demi Ancestral Spirit’s strength, he couldn’t completely evade, his waist being scratched by one of the claws of the giant hand, cutting a deep bone-revealing wound.

"War Master!" Feng Angju gritting his teeth while clutching his wound, stared angrily toward the direction whence the giant hand came.

Once again, everyone present was shocked, turning their gaze toward that section of the starry sky.

In the depths of that starry sky, a muscular War Clan elder with a full beard, was walking upon numerous stars.

With each step he took, the stars beneath his feet shattered, forging a path of destruction through the cosmos.

This elder of the War Clan was as colossal as the Ancestral Dragon and the Insect Mother, and even at a distance through the stars, his stature was awe-inspiring.

"War Master, has your head grown back?" The tyrannical voice of the King of Annihilation echoed.

"Humph! Back then, the Mystic Lord and I wounded each other grievously, and only then could you seize the chance to decapitate me, or else you wouldn’t dare lay a hand on me!" The War Master’s giant eyes spewed flames of war intent. His temper hasn’t faded with the passage of time; he’s still impulsive and irritable like a young man, brimming with war spirit.

"Years ago, we did not settle the matter. Now we can have another duel." Suddenly, another mythical voice resonated through the stars, shaking everyone’s hearts.

"The old ancestor is here!" At this moment, Xuanwu Xiong’s eyes lit up, his body seemingly injected with new Strength, becoming more vigorous and start pressing the Qilin Leader.

"Mystic Lord, I knew you, old bastard, would come, having slumbered for so many years. Let me see if you’ve made any progress!" With that, the War Master swiftly retracted his outstretched arm and charged deeper into the cosmos, soon vanishing at the edge of the starry sky.

Soon, in the depths beyond what anyone could glimpse, a sound rocked the cosmos, and shockwaves surpassed light speed, spreading throughout the universe, rippling the millions of stars like leaves on the water.

The Creator Ancestral Spirits are battling!

Before, the Ancestral Dragon and the Insect Mother hadn’t clashed, but now, the War Master and Mystic Lord were fighting.

"Hmm? What is that?!" Just then, someone exclaimed in surprise, looking at another deep part of the starry sky.

In that direction, dazzling light burst forth, as an unprecedented giant wave of light swept over, engulfing the stars as if a cosmic explosion had birthed a new universe.

"God of Slaughter, you’ve killed so many of my Clan of Light’s false gods. It’s time for an explanation!" A mighty voice echoed from within the wave of light.

"Light Source!" Everyone quickly recognized it.

That unparalleled wave of light was created by the Clan of Light’s Creator Ancestral Spirit—Light Source!

Now, the fifth Creator Ancestral Spirit has emerged!

Creator Ancestral Spirits are seldom seen, not emerging even once in an Era, but today, within a short time, five have appeared.

It seems beyond this battlefield at higher dimensions, in unseen realms, there’s a group of hidden figures watching the activities here.

They are wary of each other, reluctant to act, but as the battle progresses, these hidden figures must intervene.

Just now, Huang Yi killed multiple false gods from the Clan of Light, yet Light Source had been quietly enduring, only deciding to appear now that the Ancestral Dragon, Insect Mother, War Master, and Mystic Lord have made moves.

The bloodline of the Clan of Light within Huang Yi immediately sensed the presence of Light Source, countless specks of light emanating from his body, seemingly responding to the arrival of Light Source.

Moreover, all the Clan of Light’s false gods on the scene each became a shade brighter, like lamps illuminating the outer space of The Second World.

The spectacular wave of light rapidly swept forth, where it passed, stars were submerged, turning into a vast whiteness.

If that wave of light extended here, The Second World might be swept away, with its allies vaporized into Nothingness.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a roar that trembled the stars resounded, and before the tide of the light wave appeared a gigantic Centaur!

His four hooves stood firmly at the forefront of the wave, his powerful chest held out, arms stretched a giant bow and shooting starry arrows towards the crest of that light wave.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Countless meteors shot from the giant bow, smashing against the crest of the light wave, scattering light across the sky, immediately halting its destructive momentum, unable to sweep onward.

"That’s Sagittarius! The ancestor of the Star Race!"

"Sagittarius is actually helping The Second World! It’s gone mad!"

"Wasn’t it attacking The Second World before? Why is it now helping The Second World?"

Many were instantly puzzled, unaware of Huang Yi’s act of saving Sagittarius, still thinking Sagittarius had gone mad.

Huang Yi was also deeply shaken; he hadn’t expected Sagittarius, after escaping the Demon Race Microcosm, didn’t rest but hurried to help The Second World.

In fact, Sagittarius came to protect The Second World not only to repay Huang Yi’s kindness but also to make amends for its past wrongs against The Second World.

By this point, this battle has drawn out six Creator Ancestral Spirits!

The Second World has become the focus of the entire universe, attracting the most top-level forces of the Mortal Realm.