"Looks like it's almost there......"

Standing outside the Ancestral World, looking up into the world, and communicating with the being within the Ancestral World, Adil smiled and muttered to himself.

Back then, when he hadn't advanced to the seventh order, he had sent one of his clones to the Ancestral World.

In a flash, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and the clone of that world has now been promoted to sacred, and it has even reached the level of the eighth order.

With such strength, even in the Ancestor World, it can be regarded as extremely good.

If there were no accidents, given him a little more time, he would be able to break the barrier and truly advance to the eighth rank.

With such strength, it is already somewhat beyond Adil's expectations, and he can complete the goal in his heart.

"It's time to start ......"

A faint voice sounded in place.

Standing in place, Adil spoke softly, his face calm, turned silently, and left.

In the Ancestral World, I felt the figure of Adil disappear, and the figure that existed in it slowly lurked, silently closing his eyes without making the slightest sound.

And at this moment, within the world of natural disasters, a conquest is begining.

After tens of thousands of years of silence, the gods launched an offensive again, and began to attack and fight against the side of the Cataclysmic World.

The mighty power boiled, and the void was shattered in pieces, and then slowly stirred and undulated.

In all directions, bursts of power fluctuations were constantly resounding, which was the fluctuation of the authority of the law, which was intertwined in this place at the moment, almost turning this place into a sea of laws.

The power of the law was constantly intertwined, and the mighty power hit the sky directly, enveloping the surrounding space.

Under the agitation of this power, the entire natural calamity world trembled slightly, and was shocked by these nearly a hundred divine powers, feeling extremely terrifying.

A soft sound came from all around.

In the center of the battlefield, the god of death had a cold face, a black robe was domineering, a silver long sword in his hand was wielded, and every wisp of breath spread up and down his body, as if he could slash a small world.

He stood here, fighting a woman in front of him who was as red as fire, as if she were the embodiment of flame.

The imprint of the laws of the two is engraved at this moment, and at this moment they gradually merge together, and the most terrifying battle is launched here.

This is the Crimson Lord, standing in the void at this moment, confronting the God of Death.

The forces of both sides were agitated, constantly vibrating in this place, slowly resounding, enveloping the four fields.

This was a battle that belonged to an eighth-order existence, and if the aftermath of the battle between them spilled out, it would be enough to severely damage a seventh-order saint.

All around, the surrounding gods avoided one after another, subconsciously avoiding the battlefield where the God of Death and the Crimson Lord cried, and did not dare to get too close.

However, if you look closely at the battlefield, you can understand that at this moment, the God of Death and the Crimson Lord are constantly clashing, and the two seem to be evenly matched, but in fact, the God of Death has the upper hand and always crushes the Crimson Lord under him.

Both are eighth-order existences, and the strength between the two is actually not much different, and even because this place is the native of the natural disaster world, with the influence of the factor of world consciousness, the Crimson Lord can still occupy a certain upper hand.

But in reality, the picture is quite the opposite.

The god of death's face was cold, his black robe was deep, and he always pressed the crimson main attack in the battlefield here, and he looked extremely strong.

"His strength has increased again!"

With a slight wave of his hand, he flicked away the long sword swung by the god of death, and the crimson lord's face turned pale, and this thought flashed through his heart.

Back in the past, when this battle had just begun, the god of death's strength was only on par with her.

At that time, there may be some gap in the strength of the two, but no one can help each other, and even the Crimson Lord can still occupy a certain advantage with the blessing of the Natural Calamity World.

But as time passes, hundreds of thousands of years later, the situation is completely reversed.

The power of the god of death is getting stronger and stronger, and it has gradually suppressed her, and even made her a little powerless, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

Compared with the God of Death, although her strength has also improved, it is far from terrifying, and she can't keep up with the speed of the God of Death's progress at all.

She didn't understand that it was because of the blessings of the dead world.

Unlike the Crimson Lord, the God of Death is not only the king of the gods of the world of gods, but also the master of the underworld, the master of the underworld.

And in these hundreds of thousands of years, by constantly plundering the souls that occupy the natural disaster world, the power of the death world has also grown.

The souls that were pulled by the River Styx were, in essence, the food for the progress of the God of Death, and the best element for his growth.

But the Crimson Lord doesn't have that condition.

Therefore, although at the beginning, the conditions of the two may be comparable, but as time passes, the gap will slowly widen after all.

At the moment, the gap is not too big, but if the time is extended to the number of millions of years, then the gap will be extremely obvious.

On the side, not far from the battlefield where they clashed, there were two other places where agitation was erupting.

In the other two battlefields, the King of the Earth Demon takes on the Endless Master, and the God of Destruction takes on the Incarnate of the Scourge.

They surged each other on their respective battlefields, and with each blow, their power was terrifying, and could make any seventh-order existence tremble.

In the Cataclysmic World, there were originally three Eighth-Order Divine Beings, which was a certain thing.

It's just that except for the Crimson Lord and the Endless Lord, the remaining Divine seems to have had some kind of accident, and has broken away from the Cataclysmic World hundreds of thousands of years ago and gone to an unknown distant land.

Therefore, at this moment in the Cataclysmic World, only the Crimson Lord and the Endless Lord were left as the two Eighth-Order Existences.

Two eighth-order existences, if they want to compete with the three eighth-order gods, this is naturally extremely difficult.

Therefore, in the past hundreds of thousands of years, the Crimson Lord and the Endless Juggernaut have always been on the beaten side, all supported by local advantages.

However, this situation was eventually changed tens of thousands of years ago.

At that time, the entire Cataclysmic World was in turmoil, and with the support of the power of the Infinite Calamity, a new Eighth-Order Divine began to appear.

With the witness and blessing of the Cataclysm World, the Incarnation of the Cataclysm was promoted to the eighth rank and became a new key combat force.

It was the emergence of the embodiment of natural disasters that brought the situation back into equilibrium.

Whether it is the world of gods or the world of natural disasters, they all have three eighth-order gods.

The two sides clashed on each other's battlefields, blocked by their respective top forces.

As for below, the rest of the Divine are also constantly clashing, and it looks like they are playing very well.

Although there are many divine beings on the side of the gods, the natural disaster world relies on its local advantages, relying on the blessing and arrangement of world consciousness, although it is at a disadvantage for a while, it is also fighting with the gods.

Occasionally, ripples could be seen coming from the void, and the sorrow of the law was generated, spreading in all directions.

This is the result of the fall of a divine being.

Occasionally the gods, occasionally on the side of the Lord of the Scourge.

However, both sides have long been accustomed to this.

Hundreds of thousands of years of life and death, for the Holy Fall, the two sides have long been accustomed to it.

Even if you see it at this moment, you won't say anything.

After all, in the context of today's world confrontation, even if the Divine falls, it will not be as serious as usual.

In normal times, once a saint falls, he will inevitably face the suppression of his peers, and by the time he returns again, he may be poor and white.

It's not even certain that they will be able to return.

Today, however, this is no longer the case.

In the context of the confrontation of the world, the power of world consciousness is constantly blessed, and the power of the origin is sprinkled as if it does not need money.

No matter which side of the divine falls, with the blessing of the power of the world, it will be able to return quickly, and it will never be the same as before.

Of course, having said that, the power required to revive a Divine is also extremely terrifying.

If the number of Divine Fallen on one side is too large, in the end, the power of the world will be greatly consumed, which is also not conducive to the long-term war situation.

Both sides naturally understand this in their hearts, so they are extra careful with each other.

In front of us, the battle continues.

As usual, as the battle progressed, the power of the Catastrophe World side gradually weakened, and the originally arranged defense line was almost collapsed, and it was about to be completely lost.

If there is no accident, at most in a few hundred years, I am afraid that the Lord of the Scourge will have to withdraw from this layer of the world and let the archers of this layer of the world go to the gods.

Both sides are very clear about all this, and there is no fluctuation in their hearts.

But at this point, there are still some surprises.

In the center of the battlefield, the god of death and the crimson lord are at odds.

They fought in the void, each other's forces vibrated each other, rippling at this moment, the terrifying power cut through the nothingness, as if to destroy the entire natural disaster world, and create a big world on this basis.

The god of death's face was grim, and the long sword in his hand swung out, striking out inches of death light, and rushed forward.

Behind him, the underworld phantom gradually revealed, and the aura that belonged to the big world emerged and pressed forward together.

"Give me back!"

In the face of this blow, the Crimson Lord's face was calm, not only did he not flinch in the slightest, but instead faced it head-on, directly towards this blow.

The mighty power emerged, and the place was distorted, and even the void was pierced, and chaos appeared.

Under the aftermath of this force, the figure of the God of Death slowly retreated, and was about to continue to rush forward and continue to fight with the Crimson Lord.

But at this moment, an inexplicable strange feeling suddenly rose from his body.

A faint ripple swept around, and then a sense of deadly danger rose violently.

Feeling this feeling, he turned around abruptly, just in time to see a smiling being who was also wearing a black robe and carrying the light of life on his body, coming towards him at this moment.