The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1303 574: A Thousand Divine Skills, Ten Thousand Heavenly Wills (Part 3)

The Hand-held Buddha Country was shattered, order would be disrupted, space torn and recombined, even death couldn't monopolize the stage.

"So terrifying..." All beings across the cosmos were stunned.

So magnificent, so tragic, it made one's scalp tingle and body shudder.

A strong warrior was shattered, escaping to the edge of the Holy Temple, struggling to replenish his physical body and Primordial Spirit.

"Have I lost? I don't have the strength to become a Saint..." He fell into confusion, "No, as long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, I must fight! Kill!"

He rushed back to the battlefield, clashing with the True Dragon's 'Human Fist', then was struck by the Three Pure Ones' radiance, how he eventually died, no one saw clearly, the Magic and Divine Abilities were too many.

"This is a king of the bronze civilization!" A civilization of the cosmos wailed, "Invincible for countless ages, having sheltered numerous citizens, just died like that!"

The battlefield seemed to move forward powered by the blood of the strong, with the bones as the path, slowly advancing toward the Light Gate of the main hall.

Every step was accompanied by blood.

When progress became difficult, strong warriors were also shattered.

Killing to the end, those who truly had a chance for one last fight were only a few dozen.

At this stage, the others could no longer advance in time, their only choice was to destroy someone to fulfill another.

"Someone is about to become a Saint again!"

"Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, Heavenly Maiden, Divine King, Always Invincible, Time Pisces, Abyss, including the King of Black Fog, this time, none of them had a chance!"

"They are too strong, too many eyes were on them!"

Inside the Holy Temple.

"Ah....." Those few dozen people were roaring in anger.

Their lives, Strength, even Heavenly Will were burning, they spared no effort, just to take one step faster into the main hall.

"Kill!" Behind them, numerous strong warriors, like vengeful spirits collecting debts, clung to them, aiming to destroy them.

At the same time, battles also erupted in the two side halls, competing for the position of Semi-Saint.

The battle ended, the Light Gates of the main hall and the two side halls disappeared, the ground was strewn with bones, the blood of various races flowing on the stone slabs.

"Ha..... ha....." Everyone was gasping.

Even if Strength still remained, the spirit was exhausted, constantly in a crisis of life and death, even at this time, they dared not relax slightly.

"Who became a Saint?" An old golden lion with a dragon's head asked.

His mouth full of blood, arrows sticking from his back, his whole body covered in wounds, yet no one dared underestimate him, in the mêlée, he exchanged several hundred moves with the True Dragon, making the True Dragon change color.

He was noble as the Holy Dragon's offspring, yet he couldn't instantly kill a "mongrel".

"I didn't see clearly either." The Divine Elephant shook his head.

This was a true Divine Elephant, equally inscrutable, the Tao Ancestor once evolved this race on Earth, valuing their potential.

Many strong warriors didn't see clearly who became a Saint, it was too chaotic, the Energy fluctuations too strong, and everyone had to be on guard against each other.

"It seems to be an old fellow." Someone murmured.

"Ah!!" Suddenly someone roared madly, then laughed heartily, tears streaming down.

It was the Second Elder of the Divine Will Great Wall.

"Our Divine Will Great Wall finally has a Saint again!" The Second Elder howled towards the sky.

At the last moment, it was actually the Great Elder of the Divine Will Great Wall who rushed in, a Semi-Saint whose presence made many strong warriors change color.

Expressions varied, the old lord of the Order Empire was restoring a broken arm, his face quite grim.

The players were competing with each other, these old Heavenly Positions were also assessing their opponents.

Losing a little was one thing, but now that the Great Elder became a Saint, with his status and views, the Divine Will Great Wall would undoubtedly expand.

The Second Elder cried again.

"Old Fourth, Old Fifth, Old Seventh, Old Eighth..." He listed a long string of names, "You died..."

The words 'it was worth it' couldn't come out of his mouth.

His throat turned sour, lips quivering.

Relatives were dead, descendants through countless generations, yet it was only this group of elders, in endless ages, contending against one another, yet also accompanying each other.

They had traveled together, fought against myriad races, contended with each other, battled into the starry sky, and went unspeaking for thousands of years.

The Divine Will Saint becoming an official Saint needed no more words of unity, a rival, a close friend.

Now, most were gone, died in the Holy City, became the bones paving the path to the Holy Temple.

In the future, even if the Divine Will Great Wall flourishes again, becomes strong again, how should these long ages be spent?

The look of sorrow colored the faces across the cosmos, at this time, most beings did not find the spectacle entertaining.

On normal days, seeing strong warriors in trouble, they would clap and cheer, having no fondness for these lofty beings, but in the Holy Temple, strong warriors were like ordinary mortals, like common cultivators, struggling bitterly, risking their lives, their friends' lives, their loved ones' lives.

They sighed.

"Withdraw, compared to the glory and power of becoming a Saint, relatives and friends would prefer you to survive well."

"What good is becoming a Saint? Even when the 'victor' emerges, freedom remains elusive."

"Blood war is one path, self-cultivation another, you are all peerless geniuses, there's no need to waste your lives!"

All beings expressed their opinions.

But...

Inside the Holy Temple, the faces of the strong warriors were cold, murderous intent overflowing, their gazes unwaveringly determined.

"Survival of the fittest, fall if you don't advance." The True Dragon said coldly, its dragon tail already severed.

Corpse Bone Gene's bones cracked: "Fear of death only suits the weak."

Always Invincible had long drawn out the Immortal Sword, always without expression, she was smiling now: "Not easy, might die, but that's part of the charm too."

The Immortal Sword resounded, vibrant and unrestrained.

"Admitting one's limits, being lesser than others, is the greatest failure." The Heavenly Maiden pulled out the giant axe embedded in her shoulder, its owner crushed underfoot.

A thousand Divine Skills, myriad Heavenly Will, but in the world, truly powerful, nothing surpassed the belief of these individuals.

"Kill!"

"Become a Saint, achieve victory!"

This group of warriors, their war robes torn and bloodstained, weapons covered with scars, continued on their path, their belief like a blazing fire.