Shirov launched his counterattack, and the blood-colored laws thundered across the air.

Meng Anwen’s expression shifted. Shirov was indeed level 97, and in raw power, he held an advantage.

But combat strength was never determined by level alone.

Controlling the Shenxia Tower, Meng Anwen wove countless formations into existence, meeting Shirov’s assault with one of his own.

Ning Tairan, Ye Hao, and the other God-level experts of the Shenxia Empire moved as well, immediately engaging the enemies.

The heaven and earth seemed on the verge of collapse.

The capital of the Eagle Kingdom was torn apart in an instant.

Countless civilians died in the battle’s aftershocks, their flesh ground into pulp that stained the land red.

Yet not one showed fear.

Their faces held only madness. Death meant nothing to them.

They had already become part of the Bloodkind, stripped of their human nature.

Ning Tairan said coldly, “Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts. Our ancestors did not misguide us.”

“These things are no longer human. Kill them all!”

“It isn’t just them. Everyone in the world except those of Shenxia has already become slaves of the Bloodkind.”

“Leave none alive. Restore clarity to heaven and earth.”

Killing intent surged into the sky as the Eagle Kingdom descended into catastrophe. Mountains crumbled, and the earth split apart.

When God-level powerhouses fought without restraint, even the world could be destroyed.

In recent days, over a hundred million lives had already been lost. Today’s battle claimed tens of millions more.

Their flesh and blood fed the crimson curtain hanging overhead, which in turn nourished Shirov and the others.

Shirov’s strength rose again.

Wielding the blood-colored law, he laughed maniacally, “Meng Anwen, you are no match for me! At last, I can trample you beneath my feet!”

Suppressed by Meng Anwen and company for an entire lifetime, Shirov’s buried resentment erupted in full.

Meng Anwen remained silent, searching for weakness.

Though Shirov looked formidable, Meng Anwen sensed the flaw—his grasp of the blood-colored law was shallow.

The power he could truly wield was limited.

Though level 97, his actual combat strength was only slightly above Meng Anwen’s.

Confidence rising, Meng Anwen struck, countless runes blazing into existence.

The Shenxia Tower expanded with a deafening roar, its majesty growing even greater. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Defense turned into offense, and Meng Anwen began suppressing Shirov.

…

In the Immemorial Battlefield, Antares watched with interest.

“This fellow’s understanding of formations is actually quite good.”

“It seems I underestimated him. He’s clever… perhaps he may have a chance to leave this world someday.”

“But compared to that brat, he’s still far behind.”

Lin Moyu was immersed in law comprehension, paying no attention to the affairs of the human race.

If something happened, Antares would call him.

Since he hadn’t, everything was under control.

With Antares present, there was nothing to worry about.

…

The battle raged for half a day.

Meng Anwen had fully gauged Shirov’s strength and was steadily gaining the upper hand.

Across the other fronts, with the level 96 high-tier God-level Ning Tairan and Ye Hao leading the charge, Shirov’s forces were steadily retreating.

Several God-level enemies had already fallen.

The battlefield spread farther and farther.

The Eagle Kingdom was utterly ruined. Cities lay in rubble, the earth split open, mountains collapsed, and rivers changed course.

The longer Shirov fought, the more disbelief filled him, “Impossible! Impossible! I am level 97, and you are only level 96! How can I lose to you?!”

Meng Anwen said nothing. He attacked relentlessly, allowing Shirov no opening.

Though he held the advantage and kept Shirov suppressed, killing him would not be easy.

Worse, Meng Anwen knew one thing clearly. If Shirov chose to flee, he could not stop him.

“I need a way to keep him from escaping.”

Meng Anwen’s thoughts drifted to Lin Moyu, “If Moyu were here… this would be no problem.”

Unnoticeably, Lin Moyu had grown to a height where even he had to look up to him.

He could face the Dragon Emperor head-on and kill high-tier Dragon Kings with ease.

Someone like Shirov was a trivial matter.

Shirov grew increasingly frenzied, his blood-colored law pushed to the brink.

But it was all meaningless; this was the inevitable price of power gained through artificial means.

Gradually, the urge to retreat crept into Shirov’s mind, “Meng Anwen, once I reach level 98, I’ll return to kill you!”

Meng Anwen’s heart sank, “He’s trying to run.”

He still hadn’t found a way to deal with Shirov.

Then a sharp black glow tore across the distance, arriving in an instant.

Like lightning, it slammed into Shirov, sending him flying over a thousand meters, and his blood-colored law shattered.

A horrific wound split from chest to waist, nearly splitting him in two.

Blood tinged with dark rained down, carrying a foul stench.

Yan Kuangsheng arrived, blade in hand, and struck again from afar.

Another black glow erupted.

Shirov shrieked, desperately raising his blood-colored law to defend himself.

But his soul had already been locked by the attack. Escape was impossible.

The black glow crashed into the blood-colored law with a thunderous boom, shattering it once more.

The residual blade glow ripped through his body, severing an arm that turned into shredded flesh in midair.

Shirov screamed, “Impossible! How could you be this strong?”

Yan Kuangsheng laughed wildly, “Whether I’m strong or not is none of your business!”

Slash after slash descended, reducing Shirov to a miserable state.

One strike split his body, another took an arm.

If not for his high-tier God-level vitality, he would have died already.

Once Yan Kuangsheng attacked, he never stopped until his enemy was dead. Unlike Meng Anwen’s steady approach, Yan Kuangsheng’s style was filled with madness.

That was why he was called Mad God and Madman Yan.

Watching this, Meng Anwen observed a brief moment of silence for Shirov.

He hadn’t expected Yan Kuangsheng to appear so suddenly, much less for his combat power to have grown so tremendously in just over a year.

“Ten-Direction Slaughter!” Yan Kuangsheng roared.

His law of murderous aura erupted, engulfing everything within a thousand-meter radius.

Shirov vanished inside the murderous aura, his screams echoing. Then, after several seconds, silence.

Yan Kuangsheng reached into the murderous aura and pulled out a head, Shirov’s head.

“I’m late.” Yan Kuangsheng said. It seemed he had missed quite a lot during this period of seclusion.

Meng Anwen smiled, “Good thing you’re here. The battle is almost over.”

With Shirov dead, his forces were left leaderless, and the pace of the battle accelerated instantly.

But just as Meng Anwen was about to relax, a massive face emerged within the blood curtain.

It was not human. Sharp fangs jutted from its maw.

The moment it appeared, Meng Anwen’s vigilance spiked.

“To think even a level 97 blood slave was killed by you.”

“You are impressive. Worthy of becoming my blood slaves.”

Its gaze settled on Meng Anwen and Yan Kuangsheng.

“Slave your ass!” Yan Kuangsheng roared and slashed, a ray of black murderous aura dispersing the massive blood-colored face.

A second later, it reformed elsewhere.

“Futile. I grant you five seconds to consider. After that, I will descend in person, and you will have no further chances.”

“Consider my ass!” Yan Kuangsheng answered with another surge of murderous aura.

Becoming a slave of the Bloodkind wasn’t something he’d ever consider.

As for Meng Anwen, it was even more out of the question.

“In that case, await your deaths.”

The massive blood-colored face laughed coldly, and the blood curtain began to churn violently.