In this chaos, there is endless evil. Everyone feels an atmosphere of despair enveloping them, making it hard to breathe.
Inside the Dark Temple, Qianye sat quietly on the throne of the God King, his eyes tightly closed and his hands clenched into fists, as if hesitating about something. Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, a determined light flashing in them, as if he had made some kind of decision.
At this moment, a cold voice reached his ears: "Qian Ye, aren't you in love with the Star-Moon Goddess? If you don't save her now, she will soon die at my hands. But if you choose to stand by and watch, I can promise you that I will not harm the Star-Moon Goddess in the slightest, and even... I can make her completely devoted to you, and from then on, she will only have eyes for you!"
It turned out that the voice came from the Demon King. He had long anticipated that the Dark God King Qianye might disrupt things at the last moment, so he had split off a fragment of his consciousness in advance to bewitch Qianye.
Yaoyan San knew that nothing could touch the heart of this cold-blooded God King. However, using the Star-Moon Goddess as bait might be enough to stop Qianye from taking action. After all, the Star-Moon Goddess was the softest part of Qianye's heart, the only one who could touch his heart.
Although Demon Nightmare Three has reached an extremely powerful state, everything in this world has its nemesis. And now, the only thing that can restrain his supreme demonic power is the power of darkness.
Qianye, however, was the master of this dark power. If Qianye offered his assistance, the Demon Emperor's plan to replace the Heavenly Dao would be thwarted. Therefore, he had to find a way to keep Qianye on the sidelines to ensure the smooth implementation of his plan.
After hearing the voice of the Demon King's clone, Qian Ye finally stopped.
At the same time, Xingyue, who was fighting fiercely with the Demon King, looked at the world that was gradually swallowed by darkness. What she heard were the painful wails of countless creatures in their dying struggles, like sobs and complaints, as if they were the final accusation against this world. Her heart was like being hit hard by a heavy hammer, and she was heartbroken.
At this moment, a loud voice with a hint of teasing and ruffianism suddenly came - "Brother, I'm here!"
The next moment, a handsome man who looked very similar to Dong Ming appeared in front of everyone like a meteor.
Wu Ya was slightly startled when he saw Xing Yue, but he immediately revealed a smile as gorgeous as a spring flower, which was extremely beautiful; however, in a flash, Wu Ya's face suddenly became as cold as frost, and he angrily drew his sword and rushed towards the Demon King.
"Wuya, don't!" Dong Ming covered his injured chest and shouted at his brother at the top of his lungs.
Even though he was a God King, he still found it difficult to defeat the Demon King, who was now extremely powerful. For Wuya, who had not even reached the level of a God, going forward was like a moth to a flame, which would only increase casualties.
As expected, Wu Ya was like a kite with a broken string. He was knocked out by the Demon King's fierce demonic energy and flew backwards for dozens of meters. Then he fell heavily to the ground and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, as if that was the essence of his life slipping away.
"I'm sorry, big brother! Wu Ya is still as useless as ever and can't help you with anything..." Wu Ya covered his chest, his voice as weak as a candle in the wind, as if it would go out at any time.
"No, Wuya, you've always been fine, very fine..." Dong Ming looked at his seriously injured brother and comforted him softly. His voice was low and gentle, as if it contained endless love and care.
Xingyue looked at the thousands of troops who had once fought against the Demon King. Now, only the Eastern Underworld God King, the Human Emperor Xuan Yuanche, the Second Demon Lord Luo, the Elf Prince Sikong Lian, and the White Tiger remained. The four Dragon Kings and the little dragon were in a state of disarray, and the Azure Luan and Fire Phoenix were no better off. Their bodies were covered in wounds and blood, a scene that piqued their sympathy.
As for the common people, they were plunged into unprecedented catastrophe. The destruction and disaster brought by the war left the entire world in shambles, people's lives were completely disrupted, and countless lives were lost in this battle, leaving behind endless pain and sorrow.
Two lines of compassionate tears couldn't help but slide down Xingyue's eyes. The tears slid down her cheeks, dripped onto the ground, splashing crystal water droplets.
But she closed her eyes slightly and then opened them again. Now, a cold light was in her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if she wanted to transform all her sorrow into strength and bring a glimmer of hope to this broken world.
As soon as she thought about it, the next moment, a pitch-black porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in Xingyue's hand. The porcelain bottle exuded a mysterious aura, as if it contained endless power.
Xingyue held the porcelain bottle tightly, feeling the energy fluctuations in it, and a strong sense of mission surged in her heart.
Xingyue was muttering something, and as her thoughts moved, the stopper of the porcelain bottle popped out gently, and then a powerful force flew out of the bottle.
This force, like a surging torrent, instantly spread out, filling the entire space. It carried with it an incomparably powerful pressure, instilling an irresistible fear and awe in people.
"Is that... the power of darkness?" Upon seeing this, Yaoyan San was shocked and his face turned pale in an instant.
He stared with wide eyes, watching the dark power in the bottle gushing out continuously, like a surging black torrent, sweeping away everything.
However, even though he was extremely anxious and wanted to stop this terrible force immediately, it was too late.
The bottle was like an unstoppable black fountain, continuously releasing the rich and powerful dark power, forming a dark ocean as black as ink.
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