"I am already in the Divine King realm, merged with the law of time. How dare you threaten me with a time decree?" He Li scoffed, looking at the maiden holding the time decree. "As an envoy, you must have a master. Let your master come out!"
"You are not worthy to meet my master," the maiden said with a light laugh. A vast expanse of white mist rose from beneath her feet, churning and rolling. Illuminated by starlight and divine radiance, it shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors. From the timeline behind her, the sounds of life and death emerged, as if billions of beings were evolving, constantly repeating cycles of birth and death.
He Li let out a cold snort. Utilizing the power of the law of time, while star god power surged around him, he too summoned vast clouds of mist. Gripping the Corrupt Blood Forest, the Golden Bell and Golden Cauldron remained by his side like loyal guards, emitting golden halos.
Just as He Li confronted the time envoy.
In an instant, in the higher reaches of the starry sky, ripples appeared. Through these ripples, a giant hand, crackling with white arcs of electricity, emerged. It disregarded the birth and death of life within the timeline and reached for the time envoy.
Without hesitation, the time envoy unleashed the time decree to counter the giant hand.
The moment the giant hand collided with the time decree, a flash of white electricity, bright enough to illuminate this universe, erupted. After the electric light dissipated, the time decree shattered. The giant hand, as if traversing the river of time, seized the time envoy.
Not only He Li was shocked.
The Desolate King trembled with fear. Only the one from the Two Realms could possess such power. But wasn't that one pursuing the Lord of Time and entering the river of time?
Why would they intervene at this moment to save He Li?
The time envoy struggled violently, attempting to break free from the giant hand. Simultaneously, they roared, "How dare you! My master will surely punish you..."
"I dare not?" A disdainful sneer echoed from the sky, followed by the giant hand erupting with explosive electricity, engulfing the time envoy. Blood-red light continuously appeared within the white electric glow. The time envoy perished, the very one the Desolate King considered a savior, crushed to death by a single hand.
He Li ignored the current situation and drew his blade, charging towards the Desolate King.
The Desolate King resisted with all his might, his fury igniting, but he was no match for He Li. Previously, even when allied with the Divine King, he could only fight He Li to a standstill. Now, he was alone.
"I am immortal and undying, He Li! When I awaken from the river of time, I will slaughter all your descendants!" the Desolate King roared like a curse. His desolate god power continuously condensed and dispersed; he could not withstand He Li's law of time.
The constant "time reversals" prevented his desolate god power from ever solidifying.
The Golden Cauldron struck the Desolate King with a resounding boom, completely scattering his desolate god power. Explosions echoed within the vast, spreading desolate god power.
"Wait. Just as you and Yan Li sought revenge on us in this epoch, we too will return. Epochs are constantly reborn and reset in the river of time. The Barbaric Ancient Epoch was destroyed by us, the New God Epoch was destroyed by you, and your next epoch will also be annihilated by us. The cycle of time is already bearing down on you."
The Desolate King, covered in blood and with shattered bones, floated in the starry sky, uttering his final, curse-like words. He looked at He Li.
"Divine King realm, true spirit is indestructible."
He Li sneered, raising the Corrupt Blood Forest. With a single saber strike from above, he annihilated the Desolate King's divine body, simultaneously capturing the Desolate King's soul.
He summoned the spatial cube and stored the Divine King's divinity and the Desolate King's soul within it.
He Li looked at the small spatial cube in his hand and chuckled, "I've changed my mind. I won't exile you to the Sacred Spirit Planet to experience birth, old age, sickness, and death before dying. I will refine this space with the law of time, making it a universe of its own. You will evolve within this universe, constantly being born and dying. The two of you will continuously fight until your true spirits are completely worn away, and then you will die alone.
"You are also gods. It's time you knew the suffering of the life and death cycle of divine battles."
You initiated the divine game, the War of Gods, making those gods constantly fight, be reborn, and die. Now, it's a case of using your own methods against you.
On the other side, at the central battlefield.
He Li's bestial nature was staring blankly into the void. He had been engaged in a fierce battle with the black-armored man from the Desolate King's divine palace when suddenly, a giant hand appeared in the sky, crushing the Desolate King's divine palace and killing the black-armored man along with it.
The bestial nature was utterly confused and enraged. Who had suddenly intervened and interrupted his fight? It was truly detestable.
The next moment,
A hand appeared in the void behind the bestial nature, grabbing it by the neck and dragging it into the void.
He Li, holding his bestial nature in one hand, frowned with a hint of disdain. That nature, only knowing how to kill and filled with endless desires, was nowhere as pleasing to the eye as Yan Ping. Then, he merged with his bestial nature, suppressing it beneath his humanity and divinity. It was better to keep such a dangerous entity from surfacing too often.
The instant he merged with his bestial nature, five figures materialized behind him. They were not illusory figures standing in the sea of stars, but his solid true forms.
He Li turned, looking at Xiao Yue and the others. His gaze swept over each of them, and he broke into a happy grin. As he smiled, tears began to stream down his face.
"Chen Du is dead, Yan Ping has become the Desolate Lord of the Desolate Clan, and Xiao Lan was severely injured on the central battlefield," He Li recounted his grievances. The four of them had come to the Divine Realm together.
Yan Ping was the first to meet misfortune, being pulled out of his body by Xi Ming and forcibly turned into a Desolate God.
Chen Du was also killed by the Divine King to protect him.
During the chaotic battle on the central battlefield just now, Xiao Lan was gravely wounded and lay near Chong Ming, barely breathing. However, Xia Ye Qi had already begun organizing the divine clan army for rescue.
They had arrived as four brothers, but now, apart from Xiao Lan, everything had changed.
He Li felt wronged. He had done the best he could, yet this was the outcome. Now, seeing Xiao Yue and the others, the suppressed grievances and frustration in his heart erupted in an instant.
The others remained still.
Jin Fang stepped forward, placed a hand on He Li's shoulder, embraced him, and gently patted his back without a word.
He Li rested his head on Jin Fang's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
Li Qin came over, placed his hand on He Li's head, and gently stroked it as if comforting a child. He lowered his voice and said,
"You've done very well."