Chapter 10: The Fall of the Divine Tribe

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  Chen Mo let out a terrified "ah" and his arms opened wide, his limbs seeming to not be under his control as they floated in mid-air. Suddenly, a wave of intense heat arrived, his eyeballs feeling like they were about to burst, his pupils suddenly dilating widely open. His thoughts were completely beyond his control, the heat directly pouring into his brain.

  A warm current flows around the brain, feeling gentle and soothing. Suddenly, a blue heat gathers at the crown of the head, condensing into a single point of energy. After all the heat is absorbed, it bursts forth like an exploding bomb, scattering in all directions.

  Tiny blue light dots resembling snowflakes slowly floated down within his consciousness, gradually unfolding into a series of images. Chen Mo's swollen eyes slowly returned to normal as the heat stabilized, and he unknowingly closed them, beginning to perceive these flickering images.

  A blurry scene with ripples slightly shaking, vaguely seeing an old and simple courtyard, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged under a strange tree, his body surrounded by dazzling light.

  There is also a woman with a smile on her face, gently stroking the young man who is studying at his desk, with pink plum blossoms falling from time to time, like a fairyland scene.

  Suddenly, a loud whistling sound came from afar, and as I looked up, a red fireball hurtled towards me from high above, with black smoke trailing behind it like a tail wing, sweeping across the clear sky, leaving behind a thick, dark grey trail. The fireball seemed to have already locked onto its target, charging straight for the courtyard, but just as it was about to reach the courtyard, it suddenly changed direction, as if controlled, and heavily crashed into a small red pavilion in the distance. Instantly, flames burst out in all directions, and thick smoke rapidly spread outwards.

  In the blink of an eye, the scene changed, the earth was transformed in an instant, with a desolate landscape everywhere, flames shooting up to the sky, and a dark grey sky with thick clouds that occasionally flashed with dark red lightning, but somehow couldn't pierce through the fog.

  In the darkness, a frenzied beast emerged, its massive body seemingly endless, dragging its cumbersome limbs, covered in armor from head to toe, baring its fangs as it descended from the sky, occasionally throwing back its head and letting out a deafening roar, its feet stomping on the ground, causing the earth to shake violently, advancing step by step with an unyielding ferocity.

  Varieties are different, the size of the magical beasts is different, there are such as small mountain ranges of barbaric giant beasts, fine mouth and big degree, all over the body is full of dense scales, a spray from the mouth, there will be a scorching black flame ball ejected, across the sky with thick dark clouds...

  One after another, black fireballs are approaching a magnificent city, and on the white and towering clouds of the city, there are countless intricate and mysterious patterns that fill the sky.

  Those destructive fireballs were protected by the transparent sky wall that lit up from time to time on the city walls, stirring up waves of ripples.

  A man on the city wall wore a golden helmet and had a blue-green jade sword at his waist. He gazed into the distance, his hand trembling slightly as he grasped the hilt, then swiftly drew out the sword. The sound of the sword sliced through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

  Tens of thousands of brave warriors, riding on different kinds of mounts, heard the command and urged their mounts to charge into battle. But they went out bravely, yet dispersed quickly, without even colliding, their formation scattered, buried in the beasts' biting, and vanished without a trace.

  In the distance, one by one, fearful faces, like tormented souls, waved their weapons but couldn't defeat the massive body of the demon beast. The crowd, seemingly running in vain, was trampled by the demon beast's angry roar, leaving behind a bloody and mutilated corpse, as if it were a scene of human slaughter.

  The man swung his treasured sword again, its whistling sound like a flash of lightning connecting heaven and earth, shaking the sky. Upon hearing the command, nearly a hundred giant war drums on the city walls began to beat simultaneously. The drummers, wearing only upper-body clothing, were as tall as one zhang (about 3.3 meters), robust like wild bulls, with each arm wrapped in a red silk band, their muscles bulging as if about to burst.

  Holding a drumstick as thick as a bowl, he struck the edge of the drum several times in succession, suddenly transforming it, with each beat sounding like ten thousand horses galloping, the sound waves forming a wave that charged straight at the fierce beast.

  Affected by this, the ferocious beast seemed to be frightened. Immediately after, a huge red-bodied demon beast stood up behind the city wall, as if it had surged out of the ground, with several houses still sitting on its shoulders. With a slight shake, they collapsed. Seeing him let out a loud roar towards the sky, his red and green eyes seemed to be about to spew out flames, apparently very angry.

  One foot stepped out of the city, and the other foot took another step forward, already arriving in front of a group of demons. Lowering his head, he let out another loud roar, the sound like thunder exploding beside their ears. Seeing him swing his arms again, the surrounding demonic beasts were like frightened chickens, scrambling to retreat in disarray, many falling dead.

  Suddenly, two dark and thick hands appeared in the dense cloud layer, with joints bent and fingernails resembling moss, looking extremely heavy. Only one of the magic hands saw that the little finger moved slightly, a section of the city wall collapsed with a loud noise, and the figure of the drumming Han disappeared, and the drum sound disappeared immediately.

  Two demonic claws changed direction, charging straight at the monster that had disrupted the formation of the demon group. In comparison, two demonic hands easily controlled the surging monsters, each grasping one side of its shoulders, tearing it apart from behind, meeting the last roar. The monster that was previously in control was now torn in half. One half was thrown into the center of the demon group, trampled by them, and the other half was thrown inside the city, intimidating the clan members.

  In an instant, it was as if a long time had passed. The demonic beasts occupied the city, corpses piled up like mountains, and the surroundings were in disarray. Wails and roars mixed together, and eerie scenes could be seen everywhere. Amidst the ruins, beside the motionless black tortoise, the man who had lost his previous majesty sat with his legs crossed, his ten fingers clasped together on his abdomen, his body floating in mid-air.

  A white fluorescent ring surrounds the body, with golden bright spots moving from various parts of the muscles to between the eyebrows, slowly gathering in a circular shape, finally forming a spindle-shaped point, which slowly leaves the body and falls on the shell of the black turtle, disappearing soon after.

  Suddenly, a flash of white light came from afar, accompanied by a rumbling rolling sound, as if the planet had exploded...

  The silent floating figure, as if being impacted on the spot, suddenly arched back and did a backward somersault in mid-air, hitting his back against the rock and rebounding to land on one knee.

  A gentle breeze swept across, lifting the dark hair that covered his forehead, Chen Mo closed his eyes and sank into silence in the painting. A faint blue light leaked from the gap between his eyelashes, his eyebrows were tightly locked, as if he had experienced all sorts of suffering.

  He slowly opened his eyes, with blue pupils visible in the iris, and slowly contracted back to normal. As if he had gone through a torture, Chen Mo was pale and weak, took a deep breath, and straightened up.

  "Was that the downfall of the Radiant Gods?" It seemed like a mutter to himself, yet also sounded like a question.

  "You must have known from the beginning, you carry the seeds of light, the hope for our divine clan." said the turtle in a heavy tone.

  As soon as the words were spoken, Xuan Gui tilted his head towards a mountain peak and let out a low roar. A white light shot out of his mouth, resembling a gleaming white arrowhead with waves of heat rippling around it. It slowly moved to the side of the mountain, causing the rocks to be affected by its impact. The rocks reversed their direction, opening up a cave as they shattered and spun around like they were being sucked into a whirlpool.

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