The earth was parched, the skies gloomy, and dark red clouds, glowing like smoldering charcoal, had torn open in the middle, creating a rift. Looking up through it, one could see a majestic corner of the enormous body of the Demon Descendant Battleship.

The Demon Descendants were an ancient and powerful race that had thrived on this land for millions of years.

Long before the glorious Kaleen Dynasty was established, the shamans of the Demon Descendants during the Ancient Times prophesied the arrival of destruction. To preserve a spark of their race, they began to build arks, spending tens of thousands of years on the task, many generations sacrificing their entire lives for it.

What they constructed in the end were three colossal battleships capable of traversing the galaxies.

They were the Revenge Goddess, Destiny Goddess, and Life Goddess.

In the Descension War more than five thousand years ago, the Life Goddess was destroyed before it could even launch. During the thousands of years of wandering that followed, the Destiny Goddess was also lost in the perilous realm of the Eternal Heavens.

The only sister remaining was the Revenge Goddess before their eyes.

She was entirely black, about twenty kilometers in length, looking overall like an enlarged rhombus. The control room was at the front, followed by the main weapon array, and from the waist back there were layers of umbrella-like structures unfolding. As vast amounts of waste heat were expelled, hundreds of kilometers-long silver ribbons were drawn out in the black expanse of space, looking beautiful yet signifying ultimate destruction.

Among the three Ark Battleships, the Revenge Goddess was the most well-equipped. Those Demon Descendants with heavenly vision had imprisoned the core of a dying planet and used it as the energy source for the starship. The main cannon of the Revenge Goddess, powered by the same source, could unleash attacks that would gravely wound planets, erase an entire flourishing Dynasty from existence, or even slay gods within the Eternal Heavens.

This indeed might be a weapon capable of slaying gods.

But clearly.

Su Heng was something more terrifying, savage, and incomprehensible than gods.

He was the King of Destruction from the Abyss, descending upon this land to bring death and terror equally to everyone.

And now, the thought of them actually taking this monster as an enemy, even fighting for life or death against it, was sheer madness.

Kulika’s brow was furrowed as if tying knots, his heart thumping, before him a Purgatory-like world aflame, vast flames and sulfur erupting from endless cracks. The heat rolled on, assaulting the face. Some horrifying laughter echoed underground, and with the ground’s severe tremors, it became increasingly thunderous, imparting an indescribable oppression.

“Gulp!”

And Jialuo beside him had swallowed hard, his pupils quivering wildly.

He spread his spiritual power, taking his senses to the extreme, desperately trying to capture any useful information from the environment around him. He wanted to determine from where that monster that picked off people would appear, in what form it would present itself in front of them.

But he failed, beyond the creepy, unsettling fear; he discovered nothing extra.

He was locked in a sealed room with an indescribable monster, invisible to the eye. At that moment, Jialuo suddenly recalled what Su Heng had said before–“You might have encountered darkness, known fear, but you knew nothing of true despair before you met me!”

Ji Huaxi was kneeling on the ground, her complexion deathly pale, disheveled, but her expression was gradually relaxing.

When the enemy appeared one after another on the battlefield, she had wanted to fight shoulder to shoulder with Su Heng.

But just now, Su Heng had overloaded the Dragon Blood in her body, using up nearly all her strength. She found it difficult to even stand up from the ground, let alone go hand to hand with those monster-like beings.

With the remaining strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty, any one of these monsters would be enough to overthrow the Dynasty, pushing the entire civilization into a dark abyss.

And now, so many monsters had gathered, setting aside past grievances, laying a web of heaven and earth traps.

But even so, it was still not enough to confront the fear in their hearts. They were trembling, facing the overwhelming presence of Su Heng and could hardly muster the will to resist. Ji Huaxi was bewildered, rendered speechless by the scene before her, and for the first time experiencing the sheer terror of Su Heng’s heyday!

“They were wrong, all of them, my Descender kin were wrong, the Great Clan Chief was wrong, terribly wrong.” Ban Poluo’s pupils burst with bright light, his prayer beads spinning almost to create afterimages.

His devout face, inscribed with scriptures, was filled with the fervor of a convert, his entire body trembling uncontrollably, “They are not humanity’s future, look, the true future is in front of us. The hope reborn from the ashes, the clear and manifest destiny of mankind, the blessings of all Buddhas, the Honored One above, I have finally fulfilled my wish to see it today!”

Boom!!!

At the moment Ban Poluo’s prayer ceased, the ground tremors reached their zenith.

With a majestic boom akin to heaven and earth splitting apart, a torrent of lava and dust shot skyward, a huge curtain hanging between heaven and earth.

That splendid silk was woven from fierce flames and sulfur, with brilliant lightning adorning it. Amidst this surging tide of fire, iron-gray wings slowly spread, sizzling lightning crackling from the long tail and exploding outwards, crawling up the rugged spine, culminating in a crown-like pair of horns and a cruel face that loomed high, surveying everything beneath it.

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