1712: Chapter 1702: Artifact, Witch Mirror 1712: Chapter 1702: Artifact, Witch Mirror “Up until now, to push this king to this point, you are the second one,”
the Great Elephant King said in a heavy voice.
Even facing three Heavenly Tribulations, not many could pressure him to this extent.
Black Dragon was rely one, but with ans reaching heaven, he dared not underestimate him any longer.
If the Black Dragon possessed the cultivation base of a second tribulation, he would not stand a chance against him.
“Little creature, you have injured your Lord Ye, today shall be your Death Day!”
A cold killing intent erged in Black Dragon’s eyes.
This was the first ti he had been injured from Shenwu Continent to Emperor Domain.
He was truly enraged.
In his view, the Great Elephant King was already a dead man.
“Bury all heavens!”
In that instant, Black Dragon ford seals with his hands, and countless Burial Heaven Runes surged out, warping the void before him as a Black coffin slowly appeared.
Black Dragon had utilized the power of the Bury the sky coffin.
This black coffin, ford from the Burial Heaven Runes, carried the will to bury all heavens and was extrely terrifying.
“Not good!”
As the Bury the sky coffin pressed down, the Great Elephant King’s expression changed drastically, sensing a threat of death.
His flesh was being buried, his soul sinking, as if he were on the verge of life and death.
At that mont, the Great Elephant King also unleashed a formidable strength.
A vast phantom of a divine elephant appeared, suppressing heaven and earth.
The elephant roared, shaking the eight desolations.
In an instant, the Bury the sky coffin pressed down from the sky, and a strange scene unfolded.
The phantom of the divine elephant was devoured, and without the expected earth-shattering impact, the Bury the sky coffin subrged the Great Elephant King completely, dragging him into the black coffin.
The power to bury all heavens assaulted the Great Elephant King.
“Bang!”
About half a breath later, the black coffin exploded, and a gigantic figure charged out, its fierce aura spreading wide.
This massive figure was an enormous elephant with a body hundreds of ters in size, covered in Black Scaled Armour, causing the void to shatter and collapse.
The power of the Bury the sky coffin was imnsely strong.
The Great Elephant King had clearly been severely injured and had managed to tear apart the Bury the sky coffin only by reverting to his true form.
“Even if you revert to your true form, you cannot escape the fate of death,”
Black Dragon snorted coldly, and the mont his words ended, he darted out, attacking the Great Elephant King fiercely.
Long Yan and the others from the Zhenyang Sect were locked in fierce combat with the mbers of Death God Pavilion, fighting so fiercely that day turned to night, and ti flowed slowly by, quickly passing four hours.
At this mont, the Zhenyang Sect clearly had the upper hand.
Death God Pavilion had already lost three of their second tribulation mbers, each slain by Chaos Sky Peng, Ghost-faced Ferocious Dragon, and the Beast Emperor respectively.
The remaining four of the second tribulation were even less of a match.
As for those of the first tribulation, thirty Dark Beasts were more than enough to crush the more than twenty from Death God Pavilion, not to ntion Suofeng Ghost Emperor.
After advancing to the first tribulation, the Godlink Chain, re-sacrificed by Suofeng Ghost Emperor, had beco extrely terrifying in power, specifically targeting the soul.
After two hours of fierce battle, Death God Pavilion had already lost five of their first tribulation mbers, their corpses devoured by the Dark Beasts.
Above the vast void, the Desolate Emperor and King Beiming were locked in fierce battle.
Both sides employed frequent moves, and their demigod strength clashed.
Neither was able to gain any advantage over the other.
“King Beiming, as you can see, the Death God Pavilion simply cannot withstand the Zhenyang Sect.
If this continues, more of your n will fall,”
the Desolate Emperor said lightly, though the force in his hands did not diminish as he swept out powerful attacks toward King Beiming.
King Beiming’s expression was ugly.
Naturally, he was paying attention to the entire battlefield and knew the current situation was extrely unfavorable for Death God Pavilion.
If it continued, certainly more would fall.
But he was tied down by the Desolate Emperor and couldn’t split his attention.
“This King will not rest until I slay Long Yan today!”
King Beiming declared coldly.
He personally led the Death God Pavilion to seek revenge.
If they had to withdraw now, the Death God Pavilion would lose all face.
“With this Seat around, you won’t be able to cross over,”
the Desolate Emperor stated.
King Beiming held back, and so did he.
Even if he couldn’t handle King Beiming, stopping him was still feasible.
“Desolate Emperor, This King is determined to kill you!”
King Beiming’s montum quivered as his power climbed once more, clearly about to employ his real strength.
“Co then, This Seat also wishes to see just how much strength you actually possess!”
The gaze of the Desolate Emperor trembled as well, and he too assud a more serious deanor.
In the distant battlefield, Long Yan and the Black Sorcerer King were also locked in a fierce battle, fighting with true fire.
The Black Sorcerer King had utilized his true strength, which was much more powerful than the typical Three Divine Tribulations, but while Long Yan had a variety of thods and seed to have the upper hand, he couldn’t fully suppress the Black Sorcerer King.
“Spatial-Temporal Killing Prison!”
Suddenly, Long Yan unleashed the Spatial-Temporal Killing Prison.
The Void where the Black Sorcerer King stood was engulfed by the power of space and ti, transforming into a killing prison.
The forces of space and ti rampaged like fierce tempests.
At the sa ti, the Black Sorcerer King grabbed with his five fingers, summoning a mirror in his hand—a simple stone mirror, entirely dark, perated with the breath of antiquity.
“Witch Mirror, annihilate!”
This simple stone mirror was the Witch Mirror, from which the Black Sorcerer King derived his powers.
It was his true trump card.
Under the manipulation of the Black Sorcerer King, the Witch Mirror burst with unrivaled dark radiance that pierced through the Void.
Boom Boom Boom…
The power from the Witch Mirror clashed with the Spatial-Temporal Killing Prison, with a series of explosive sounds transmitting, and the storm vortexes vanished.
Very quickly, the Black Sorcerer King destroyed the Spatial-Temporal Killing Prison and broke free, evidently impacted by the assault.
“An artifact?”
The gaze of Long Yan fell upon the Witch Mirror, instantly recognizing it as an artifact, exuding extraordinariness.
“Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal!”
Thunder light flashed as the Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal appeared in Long Yan’s hands.
Although it wasn’t an artifact, it certainly wasn’t weaker than one.
“Heavenly Punishnt Divine Thunder, annihilate!”
Long Yan shouted deeply as he released the Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal from his hands, transforming it into a thousand-feet size, from which countless Divine Thunders furiously burst forth.
“Roar!”
The Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal violently collided with the Witch Mirror; a thunderous roar ensued as the Divine Thunders hamred down, imdiately dimming the luminosity of the Witch Mirror.
“Not good!”
The expression of the Black Sorcerer King drastically changed, realizing that the Witch Mirror couldn’t withstand the Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal.
In the blink of an eye, the Witch Mirror was completely suppressed by the Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal.
The Divine Thunders bore down, impacting the body of the Black Sorcerer King.
“Pfft!”
The body of the Black Sorcerer King quivered, and he spewed fresh blood, turning into a blood mist that perated within The Void, and his figure retreated a kiloter.
“Ghost God Seal!”
The Heavenly Punishnt Imperial Seal transford into a bolt of thunder light and lded into Long Yan’s body.
In that instant, the Vast Nine Suns Rule surged out.
Long Yan’s ten fingers ford seals, and the Ghost God Seal began to condense.
In the span of a breath, the montum of the Ghost God Seal peaked, akin to a Divine Sun traversing the Void, with its boundless might rampaging out, causing tumultuous agitation.
“Black Sorcerer King, your Death Day has co!”
In that instant, Long Yan dashed forward, pushing his hands ahead, as the Ghost God Seal rolled forward, crushing down upon the Black Sorcerer King.
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