Under the relentless onslaught of natural disasters, the entire archipelago of the Land of Chuyun began to rapidly sink into the sea. Countless Chuyun People scrambled desperately to higher ground, with only one thought left in their hearts—stay away from the coastline!

However, water and fire are merciless. Driven by seismic waves, the roaring sea began to devour the lives of the Chuyun People in large numbers, bringing endless death to this land, which has been plagued with disasters since ancient times.

In just one hour, the population of Chuyun plummeted from 125 million to a mere 18 million!

More than a hundred million people were engulfed by the tsunami, and vast, economically prosperous cities were buried beneath the sea, while those who survived were still far from out of danger.

Because the barren mountains lack the essentials for human survival, whether food or medicine, as time goes on, no one dares to guarantee how many of the 18 million people will survive.

Perhaps only the more resilient Martial Artists have a greater chance of surviving this nation-destroying level disaster.

The massive amount of death in such a short time triggered a tide of despairing emotions, bombarding the barrier separating the Spiritual Realm and reality, tearing open a gap in the Absolute Earth and Heaven's curtain.

From the crack in the sky, a terrifying whisper emerged.

"The Celestial Gate has finally opened."

Even after six thousand years of time and passage, the Absolute Earth and Heaven Array continued to operate, beginning to repair the Barrier, sealing the fissure, and closing the unexpectedly opened Celestial Gate.

"No one can stop the advent of the Apocalypse."

Crash~

A pair of massive hands, clad in White Bone Armor, reached out from the rift in time and space, gripping the closing doors, once again tearing open a larger fissure: "I follow the Emperor's Decree, sounding the horn of doomsday, bringing eternal death and annihilation to all creation!"

And thus, the Death Knight descended upon the world.

It forged armor from the remains of all beings, and etched the marks of death upon a White Bone Battle Saber, its entire being drenched in an aura of doom.

It is the mortal enemy of all living things in the world—Death!

"Hahaha, praise be to my Master!"

"Bring pure death to this filthy world!"

"We offer all living things in this world to you, my Master!"

Members of the Red Moon Order, initially hidden among the crowd, suddenly went on a rampage, beginning a massacre to please their master through the death of living beings.

"Damn it!"

"It's the Red Moon Order, they're actually part of the Death Council!"

Among the survivors, many were participants in this world's martial competition, especially the Martial Artists from Europe, who were not unfamiliar with the infamous Martial Arts School of the Red Moon Order.

Previously, everyone thought the Red Moon Order was a peripheral organization created by the Blood-Colored Sanctuary and Source Blood Association, but now they discovered that these madmen were actually part of the Death Council!

"Our Master has descended; we no longer need to hide our identities. Let us bring a tide of death to this world! Let the death of all beings testify to our devotion!"

"Praise Death!"

"Respect your will, under the esteemed Master Red Moon!"

Amidst the chants of countless Red Moon Order members, a figure draped in a blood-red robe rose into the air, starting to slaughter the resisting Silver Grandmaster Martial Artists.

With a mere lift of his hand, he instantly killed Ooyama Tetsuya, the Martial Arts Grandmaster of Chuyun Country.

Among the crowd, Hert's scalp went numb instantly: "It's over, it's the leader of the Red Moon Order, the Prince Level Blood Race Dio! I didn't expect him to be one of the three grand speakers of the Death Council!"

The Golden Martial Saint, a transcendent individual standing at the pinnacle of mortals, was only a step away from God.

Saint Master Red Moon Dio was just such a supreme strong person.

If he wished, he could single-handedly kill all of the remaining 18 million 'survivors'.

Even Lanxiu, also of the Blood Race, because he hadn't transformed himself into an undead creature, was also on the Death Council's kill list.

"Lanxiu! What should we do?"

"Besides resisting, what else can we do? Let's fight for our lives together!"

Lanxiu drew his sword, joining forces with Hert to rally the surviving Silver Grandmasters, whether they were from the Dongji Kingdom, Western Pole Kingdom, Europe, or Chuyun Country.

At this moment, for survival, everyone had to set aside past grievances and fight desperately.

"Hahaha, struggle on; this spirit of resistance will make your death all the more sweet and delightful."

Dio savored the fury, hatred, and despair of Lanxiu and the other Martial Artists as if he were enjoying fine wine; the emotions of living beings always fascinated one who kept company with death.

As the Land of Chuyun sank, the originally connected mountains gradually turned into isolated islands.

While chasing Lanxiu and Hert, Dio was suddenly attracted by a distant aura: "Has a Golden Saint fallen?"

The death of a Martial Saint brings forth celestial phenomena.

During normal times, such changes would be perceived by other Martial Saint Strong Persons even from a thousand miles away.

Unfortunately, at that moment, the Land of Chuyun was the battleground of a Divine War, where even a few Golden Saints had fallen, and the deaths of mere Martial Saints were insignificant amidst the temporal fluctuations caused by divine fall.

If not for Dio being an undead himself, forever associating with death, he would not have sensed the fall of a few Martial Saints at all.

"Praise Death! The fall of the Saint is sure to please our Master even more!"