The muddy and icy flood water constantly knocked on the cliffs hundreds of meters high on both sides, making a dull sound of water waves crashing.

The Morph Elves, using their own supreme water power, carved an endless abyss that ran through the entire earth along the straight line of the water spirit and the giant black hole.

The water spirit still continuously supplies an infinite amount of water to the outside, and the role of the giant black hole is to neutralize the excess water that overflows from the water spirit, so that the entire endless flood will not dry up or overflow due to the imbalance of the water source.

I don't know how long it took, but the morphling spirit finally slowly emerged from the surface of the water again.

It's just that at this moment, his state looks extremely weak, and he has built a body of water all over his body, and the energy fluctuations on it are weakening at an extremely rapid pace.

Countless droplets and streams of water were slipping uncontrollably from his body surface, and it was obvious that this kind of maintenance was a bit reluctant and difficult for him now.

The previous mighty wave form had indeed created an endless abyss that stretched across the entire continent, but at the same time, the huge energy poured out also consumed all the origin power of the morph elves.

So much so that now he even seems extremely reluctant to condense his own body.

He quietly glanced at his masterpiece in front of him, and his graceful voice sounded again, as if he was giving himself an excellent affirmation.

The illusory body did not last long on the surface of the lake, and then completely dissipated into clear water, completely blending into the rolling flood of the endless abyss.

The Morph Elf, with his life, created this miracle of nature that will be regarded as a miracle by future generations, but about this founder, perhaps no one will ever know.

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When the sound of rolling waves from the endless flood completely blew away the smoke of battle in this area, the dead darkness once again came as promised, enveloping the entire land.

I don't know how many times the dark sky has been stirred up by the impact, and suddenly it has become more gloomy and depressing.

The clouds began to darken dramatically like a large dye vat splashed with ink, and they would be hidden in the corners of the world, and the few dim ones that were already dark would also be swallowed up cleanly.

The creatures, who had just recovered from their nightmare, looked at the sky engulfed by the rolling black tide, and there were silent wails and cries one after another.

The sudden change in heaven and earth seemed to be God's own method of punishing the planet for its previous disrespectful actions.

Darkness is the beginning of all origins and the end of all things.

For the living, it can often easily arouse all the fears buried deep in their hearts, and amplify them without limit.

Under the reign of darkness, the laws of survival among living beings are almost entirely destroyed by fear.

In the dark, they began to attack each other, fight each other, even among their own clan, because they were swayed by their inner fear and instinctive desire to survive, and began to fight unreasonably.

Just when this dark invasion was destroying the ecological laws of the entire planet, the Night Clan led by the Night Demon King began to expand on a large scale on the planet like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

In this extreme dark environment, it is impossible for any creature to compete with the Night Clan, even if it is as strong as the former king, the Dragon Clan, it is difficult to resist the encirclement and suppression of the Night Clan.

Looking at the dragons who were torn to pieces by countless night bats in the middle of the night, the Night Stalker's pupils were full of resentment and resentment.

He unconsciously touched his chest, a faint tingling sensation, reminding him of the humiliation he had suffered that day.

In the previous battle with the "Ultimate", the Night Stalker managed to survive, and at the last moment, he used the power of his dark law to completely break the "Ultimate" into the chaotic space.

However, the chest that had been injured by the "ultimate" before, for some reason, had been aching faintly, and even though the injury had completely healed, the stinging sensation was still like a maggot on the tarsal bones, always with him.

The sharp claws, under the fluctuation of emotions, inadvertently pierced his chest, and the black blood slowly spread his entire chest along the blade-like claw marks.

However, the Night Stalker seemed to be unaware, still staring at the dragons who were being eaten in the air.

It wasn't until this flying dragon was completely torn apart by the Night Nether Bat Swarm that he spoke, "Dragons, you must completely wipe out this planet." ”

With the Night Stalker's order, countless Night Bat swarmed around him and spread towards the boundless depths of darkness.

Its scope is so wide and its momentum is so powerful that it is like a locust crossing the border, and everything is destroyed.

With the help of darkness, the Night Stalker's power of the laws of darkness was perfectly unleashed.

His vision has become broader, and he can easily see everything that is hundreds of miles away.

His sense of hearing has also become more acute, and any sound that comes out of the dark night cannot escape his keen grasp.

In the same way, his perception of life has become incomparably stronger.

Even those creatures buried deep underwater, or in the ground, or in the ice, as long as there is a slight abnormal sound, they will be sensed by him.

In addition to those creatures with unique stealth abilities, it may be possible to escape.

Creatures across the planet have begun to see the Nightmare as a nightmare.

Every time a dark tide drifted through the sky, all the creatures huddled in their perch, shivering, silently praying that they would not be discovered.

Soon, the Night Stalker's army of the Night Lord spread its power throughout the planet in just a few dozen days, and became the largest race on the planet in one fell swoop.

And the dragon clan that he hated so much was also completely reduced to the dust of history under the encirclement and suppression of the Dark Night Clan.

Standing on the top of a mountain somewhere in the darkness, the Night Stalker stood tall, looking down on the entire dark land in front of him like a king.

Within the reach of its sentient power, there are creatures of the night that run rampant, and only a few weak lifeforms are still lurking in the crevices of the earth.

All the species that the Night Stalker considered a threat to him, even the slightest, had become the ghosts of his mouth.

He knew in his heart that his own period of eternal night had just begun.

I don't know how long it took, but the corner of the Night Stalker's eyes suddenly moved slightly, and then his eyes looked at the far east, as if there, he felt a strange energy constantly fluctuating.

He flapped his wings and flew up, and the countless dark night creatures around him instantly let out a piercing roar, and pressed towards the east in a mighty way.