The war is becoming more and more intense.

The three giants of the Wizard World are controlling the Giant God, jointly besieging the Emperor.

Like three giant spirit gods, wielding longswords that obscure the sky, vines, and burst of magic, besieging a tiny fly.

This scene is truly too shocking.

The legendary wizards of the entire Wizard World are watching this scene, only feeling their worldview shattered, overlooking the whole Wizard World, the three ancient gods, are actually besieging one person?

"What a joke." Some demigod-level wizards also dumbly look at the sky because the battlefield erupts, causing a lot of hurricanes, smoke rolling, the world has already become blurry.

Thud!

Thud, thud, thud!

Even various cities have roots, rising on the ground, chaotic and crisscrossed.

Because the giant tree in war form can no longer control all the power, the huge roots rise the entire earth, countless residences are overturned, houses collapse, people are wailing.

"Go save people!"

"We can only do this!"

"Hurry up!"

Even some demigod wizards dared not enter the battlefield, only saving people.

Ordinary demigods entering would be a dead end.

This battle lasted for five days, the entire Wizard World had almost become a ruin.

The outbreak of war is certainly terrifying, but more so the roots of the World Tree have shaken the cities with earthquakes, and the earth seems to have been plowed like farmland.

The world has been destroyed by earthquakes again.

And these, to wizards, rebuilding is a minor matter, more importantly, everyone is watching the result of this battle.

Which side will win in the end?

Logically, it should be the three Giant Gods that will win.

That enormous energy level, the contained energy, how could it be comparable to a tiny fly?

But the opponent has already overturned their understanding, various exquisite techniques, perfect combinations, countering the three giants, almost untouchable, and the opponent can also replenish with Absorption Martial Arts.

Until the afternoon of the fifth day, they saw the smoke gradually settle.

They witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Red.

Red covering the sky and earth.

Even the air seemed to be covered by Hong Xia.

The earth was blood-soaked, all dyed by the continuous spurt of the Emperor's blood on this land.

The three Giant Gods still had strength left.

The massive body had a vast energy reserve, although covered with wounds, still stood tall in the center.

Cough, cough, cough.

In silence, the slight sound of coughing became exceptionally evident.

The Emperor's white robe had already turned to blood red, looking pale, still coughing blood continuously, unable to stand firm.

That figure spilling blood all over the earth, continuously coughing blood, seemingly weak to the extreme, ninety percent of the ground was his blood, yet it gave a terrifying pressure.

"Here it comes again..." he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his consciousness somewhat hazy, unable to stop.

Rip.

Stumbled and tore through space, returning to the Martial Arts World.

"Victory?"

"Victory!"

"Blood dyed the entire earth, he has already fled in defeat!"

Everyone rejoiced wildly, noisily watching the far ruins battlefield, feeling post-catastrophe survival.

"His body couldn't hold up!" The three Giant Gods thought, their faces not calm, none dared to chase, as it was no longer a home-field advantage.

And really won?

Only they knew.

It was due to the opponent's cultivation technique.

This battle relied on the enormous body size, to exhaust the opponent until the side effects arrived.

He only moved too intensely, his frail body couldn't hold, the Bloodletting Therapy wasted, has to implement the Releasing Forbidden Techniques Therapy.

And the opponent's fighting strength is continuously grinding.

Seemingly perfecting his flawed ultimate technique, reducing these astonishing side effects, when the opponent comes again, perhaps it's another scene.

"So, it can really be powerful to this degree?" Tukashi was somewhat excited, yet also in despair, a small-bodied life, stubbornly fighting three giants.

"His Celestial Heart Technique perfectly highlighted the features of the Martial Arts System, collecting the strengths of all martial arts, utilizing techniques to the extreme!"

Today's battle has almost become a historical turning point for the Wizard World, in years of peace, welcome again to the crisis of extinction.

The world resided in silence.

The earth nearly became ruins, all repairing the wounds.

The people in the ruins almost couldn't make a sound, as if the entire world had died.

They were originally proud.

Entering the demigod wizard era, various Wizard Academies, High Tower Influence building Small Secret Realms, cultivating various Demon Beasts, researching various witchcraft, even shepherding all beings.

This sense of superiority made them believe they were a divine-level civilization, playing with the mortal chess pieces of small worlds, the beacon of the Ten Thousand Realms, countless civilizations aspired.

But, in the Original Great Secret Realm of Outer Heaven, a Martial Arts World's emperor crossed over, attacked the external world, assaulted these behind the scenes manipulators.

This then told them what is truly bloody cruelty.

Even lambs might bite back the shepherd.

...

Above the World Tree of the Elf.

Minis, covered in blood, his injuries not serious, after all, the opponent almost didn't touch him, gazing over the ruinous earth.

"Sigh."

A leisurely sigh echoed.

"My era indeed hasn't arrived, some mediocrity needs accumulation to blossom flowers."

This time, he fought many against few, big bullying small, and yet fought to such a manner.

Although it is also because the opponent only practiced fists and feet, a brute who only knows bravery fighting himself, an Elf Divine King who favors both paths, indeed somewhat suffered.

And battle is a catalyst for the strong.

He collected much from this battle, growing rapidly, but the opponent will only grow faster than him.

"So it is, he has started to detach from the Martial Path Race, beginning to mutate."

Minis frowned, mulling, "He came this time to test our foundation, next time, all our cards revealed, fearing certain death!"

His research talent was astonishing, reviewing is the greatest advantage.

After experiencing a battle, basically understood the opponent Emperor's foundation.

Why does the Emperor carry these burdens?

Constantly dispirited, continuously coughing blood?

He is adapting, evolving!

Primitive single cells adapting in the extremity of alcohol, finally evolving into life that resists alcohol.

And the Emperor is also adapting, adapting in the massive chaotic bloodlines, attempting to evolve into a new unique race.

"Though he is one of the Creation Gods, he lacks research talent, can only use the most primitive method, without using the brain, to produce the race he desires, and the final result, destined very perfect."

"As a Creator God, not using the brain to evolve a race, the body enduring, truly worthy of him."

Considered the shame of the Creator Gods.

Through brute force!

As long as the body is strong enough, using life's adaptability, sooner or later will evolve into this life.

And this race must possess unique singularity.

Belonging to a group's "special mutation evolved individual", like the "Shiny Pokemon" in Pocket Monsters, a game pet appearing "Mutant Baby".

Belonging to its group, yet transcendent special upper-rank individual!

Therefore, he was so exceptional, regular Martial demigod certainly couldn't beat him.

And in some sense, Li Qing is also a race's "special mutation evolved individual", belonging to the Zombie Race, retains some zombie traits yet completely transcends the Zombie Race, unique.

"Transcending one's race, to become a unique life?"

"So it is, a race's quantity if to be vast, naturally possesses universality, adaptability, yet is also destined for its potential not sufficient to reach extreme."

"And a transcendent upper-rank special race can perfectly showcase its strength."

But this kind of race isn't ordinary people can become.

Like the Emperor's pathway, regular people intend to emulate him through bleeding, bleeding to disorientation, repeatedly enduring half-dead, allowing the body to adapt and evolve, already dead.

"If wanting to defeat him, must also possess this special individual."

Minis contemplated for a few seconds, considering the victory method for the decisive battle, "The Wizard Race, has already been enhanced, but need to appear the Wizard's special individual race, can continuously stand up against."

"But, how arduous is this?"

"I possess pioneering talent, do not need he like brute force, enduring bleeding method to evolve, but I am a Creator God, evolving a special mutation wizard, also extremely challenging."

Mainly because the time is too short.

The Emperor will soon return.

The pressure of death hangs in the heart, when the opponent returns again, if no change appears, it will be the Wizard Civilization's death period.

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