The God of Creation chuckled and clenched his right hand.
"boom--!"
The space above Morais's head suddenly collapsed, and an invisible giant hammer of mental power exploded with a sonic boom, and the air was compressed into a liquid shock wave.
He blocked with his arm, and the light armor burst out with a thousand-foot-long brilliant light, forcibly stopping the giant hammer in mid-air.
The moment the two forces collided, the mountains within a radius of 100 meters collapsed at the same time!
The rubble was crushed into dust before it could even splash, the ground collapsed into a crater several thousand meters in diameter, and magma gushed out from the cracks in the ground like tears of blood.
"It's my turn."
Flames burst out from between Mo Laishi's teeth, and he suddenly raised his left palm to the sky.
Nine halos emerged from behind him, nested layer upon layer like a solar corona, each engraved with ancient martial arts runes.
He put his fingers together to form a sword, and the light wheel shattered, turning into billions of light arrows that tore through the sky!
Wherever the rain of arrows passed, the rain evaporated into a vacuum tunnel, the atmosphere was burned to produce a burnt smell, and even the space was left with scorch marks of molten gold and corroded jade.
The God of Creation did not retreat but advanced, his black robe rolling like an abyss.
"interesting."
He raised his hand and drew a circle, and his mental power condensed into a black hole that swallowed everything.
The arrow of light sank into it silently and disappeared without causing even a ripple.
But a sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Laishi's mouth - a white light suddenly exploded in the depths of the black hole!
"Light doesn't just go straight."
The light arrow that should have been swallowed was refracted tens of millions of times inside the black hole, and each refraction was superimposed with the true meaning of martial arts.
The black hole exploded, and the God of Creation retreated hundreds of miles. A tiny crack appeared on his mask, and dark blue blood dripped into the void, freezing the magma sea below into obsidian.
The sky and the earth suddenly darkened.
The God of Creation took off his mask, revealing his true appearance.
This is a human-like face.
Why humanoid?
Because his entire face was covered with thick scales, his eyes were green vertical pupils, and he had human facial features, but was very different from humans.
"Lizardman?" Morais couldn't help but frown when he saw this face.
Legend has it that in ancient times, lizard people were the indigenous inhabitants of this land.
Later, due to the invasion of aliens, the Lizard People were unable to defeat them and had to live in the center of the earth.
Then human beings appeared on the earth and gradually became the masters of the earth.
Morais originally thought it was just a legend, but he didn't expect to see the real lizard man here.
Molaishi's surprised expression caught the eyes of the God of Creation, causing a smile to appear on the corner of the God of Creation's mouth.
"Surprised, huh?" The God of Creation held his head high, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain. "We Lizardmen are the original masters of Earth. You humans are just a bunch of stowaways who've taken over our territory. I'm simply trying to reclaim our territory. You can't stop me."
"Stowaway?"
The fragments of light armor gathered together in Morais's palm, forming a sword. Wherever the sword pointed, the air was burned into distorted ripples. "We can't control other countries, but China is not a place where you can run wild as you please."
"Six thousand years ago, Dayu controlled floods by splitting mountains and diverting them. Three thousand years ago, hundreds of monks used their flesh and blood to build the Great Wall to guard the dragon vein. The stowaways you're talking about paved the mountains and rivers of China with their bones!"
"Even if you truly are Earth's natives, that was in ancient times. Since you chose to abandon the surface and hide in a secluded corner of the Earth's core, what qualifications do you have to come back and reap the fruits of civilization now?"
"You Lizardmen...are unworthy!"
Morais' words seemed to sting the God of Creation, making his scaly face look somewhat hideous and distorted.
"In that case, I will kill you and turn all of you humans into slaves of us lizardmen!"
After he finished speaking, he put his palms together, and the earth veins of the entire continent trembled violently!
Mental power transformed into billions of transparent threads that penetrated into the core of the earth. The continental plates were pulled up and turned into rock spears that covered the sky and hung in the sky.
The tip of each rock spear was wrapped with telekinetic ripples that distorted space. The oppressive feeling of death caused the low-level warriors watching the battle from afar to bleed from all seven orifices, and even their screams were stuck in their throats.
Mo Laishi took a deep breath, and the light armor disintegrated bit by bit, turning into fireflies and merging into his body.
His hair faded from its inky black color to pure strands of light, and his pupils shrank into two blazing white cracks—a sign of compressing his light-attributed true energy to the extreme.
"Let's decide the outcome with one move." He said softly.
The God of Creation waved his hand and pressed down, and the rock spear fell like stars!
Mo Laishi stepped forward, his figure scattering into light particles all over the sky.
Each bead of light is the embodiment of the ultimate martial arts, be it a fist, a sword, or a spear, carrying the weight of the thousand-year heritage of Chinese martial arts, and colliding with the rock spear with a loud bang!
The world lost its voice at this moment.
Only light and darkness are tearing each other apart, magma and ice crystals are dancing together, and space fragments are splashing like glass.
When the last rock spear exploded into powder, Morais' figure regrouped, his fingertips resting on the brow of the God of Creation.
"You lose."
Threads of light spread from his fingertips, disintegrating the body of the God of Creation piece by piece.
The aftermath dissipated and the sun pierced through the dark clouds.
On the scorched earth, only a lightsaber stood like a monument, the sword reflecting the broken and reunited sky.
The star-like face revealed a relieved smile: "So... this is 'fate'."
After saying this, Morais slowly closed his eyes, and then his whole body fell from the air.
............
Morais didn't know how long he had slept. He only knew that when he opened his eyes again, he heard an anxious voice in his ears.
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