Chapter Twenty-One: The Wounds Left by the Southern Fall

In the depths of night, Nan Luo stood clad in silver armor, divine halberd in hand, radiating brilliantly like the full moon, his light spilling across the four corners of the battlefield. From a distance, one could see the silver-armored Nan Luo wielding his lightning-quick Water Command Halberd, locked in a deadly clash against more than a hundred black-armored divine generals.

With each flash of moonlight, the divine halberd swept out, and with every stroke, a god fell.

In less than half an hour, ten black-armored divine generals had already died beneath Nan Luo’s halberd.

The remaining black-armored divine generals, facing Nan Luo who grew fiercer with each battle and whose divine power seemed inexhaustible, found their serpent spears growing heavier in their hands.

Relying on the laws of space and his own overwhelming strength, Nan Luo had thoroughly suppressed the legion of Nether Serpent Generals.

Though over a hundred Nether Serpent Generals remained, they were routed and scattered by Nan Luo alone, forced to cling together in defensive formations, not daring to attack.

At this rate, within ten hours at most, these hundred-plus Nether Serpent Generals would be utterly annihilated.

“Primordial Divine Demons are truly too blessed by the heavens! For any beneath Divine Lord, the laws of the wilds dictate: space cannot be shattered! Yet in the face of the Primordial Divine Demons, this ancient truth is completely void.” The Seventh Elder watched Nan Luo unleash his divine might, invincible and unstoppable, and sighed ruefully.

In the early days of the primal wilds, the world’s spiritual energy was abundant beyond compare!

Across the wilderness, spiritual energy was as common as liquid, and in rare places, even solidified.

This abundance brought two great benefits.

First, all beings in the wilds could cultivate at astonishing speed. Where future generations might need ten thousand years to reach True God, now it required only a thousand.

Second, the world itself was stable. Where future saints could pluck stars and extinguish moons, or crush continents in their grasp, saints of this era could only overturn rivers and seas or shatter mountains.

Especially at the dawn of the wilds, remnants of Pangu’s will lingered everywhere, suppressing heaven and earth.

Who among the beings of the wilds could destroy heaven and earth beneath Pangu’s will?

This led to an awkward predicament—any beneath Divine Lord, even a God King versed in the laws of space, could not traverse space at will.

But the Primordial Divine Demons were an exception.

So long as they reached God King, they could traverse space unhindered.

This was why, though countless sought to capture them, none ever succeeded!

“Seventh Elder, what should we do next? If this continues, I fear more and more beings will gather outside the formation.” The Eleventh Elder glanced anxiously at the growing crowd beyond the grand array.

The Dark Serpent Clan had expected a swift victory, to capture Nan Luo quickly, but now they realized how elusive he was.

Moreover, their deployment of the grand array—shrouding a hundred thousand miles in night—had already drawn the eyes of many opportunists.

“Delay breeds disaster! If we fail, the Grand Elder will surely punish us all severely.” The Ninth Elder’s voice suddenly cut in.

At the thought of the Grand Elder’s punishment, the Seventh and Eleventh Elders both felt a chill run through their bodies.

“Eleventh Elder, go request assistance from the Qilin Clan to maintain order. We cannot allow those outside to breach the array and release Nan Luo.” The Seventh Elder produced a Fire Qilin token, his tone calm as he instructed the Eleventh Elder.

A prior deal between Black Moon and the Qilin Clan’s Grand Elder had secured this token.

In times of need, the Dark Serpent Clan could call upon the Qilin Clan for aid.

Though the Dark Serpent Clan had power in the Buzhou Mountains, only the Qilin Clan, overlords of the Central Wilds, could restrain those lawless outsiders.

“Yes!” The Eleventh Elder transformed into a streak of black light and sped from the array, heading to the Qilin Clan for help.

The Seventh Elder cast a complicated gaze toward Nan Luo, who was still slaughtering with abandon, his heart filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment. He thought, “A Primordial Innate Divine Demon—body indestructible, divine power infinite, traversing space at will—truly, their strength is unimaginable! Our clan commands over a hundred God Kings, and still, we cannot subdue a single Nan Luo.”

In the past, the Seventh Elder had never encountered a Primordial Innate Divine Demon. For all the legends, he had underestimated them—frankly, he had been arrogant.

Had he tried to capture Nan Luo alone, Nan Luo would likely have broken out of the array and escaped long ago.

But this operation had been orchestrated by the Grand Elder himself.

Other than one supreme being, none in the Dark Serpent Clan understood the Primordial Divine Demons as the Grand Elder did.

That supreme being was none other than a Primordial Divine Demon himself—the clan patriarch, Black Sky.

Having lived for countless years beneath Black Sky’s might, the Grand Elder knew all too well the true power of such beings.

When the Dark Serpent Clan first established themselves in the Northern Seas, they suffered countless attacks.

The gravest crisis had been an assault by ten united Divine Lords.

Yet, beneath the patriarch’s divine fists, all ten were obliterated, their souls scattered.

From then on, Black Sky became one of the Ten Divine Lords of the Northern Seas, and the Dark Serpent Clan, one of its ten great powers.

“It seems the Grand Elder’s caution was justified.” The Seventh Elder slowly drew a gray ring from his sleeve.

Gazing at Nan Luo, he began to activate the ring, then spoke, “Ninth Elder, I will use the Forbidden Space Ring to seal the space around Nan Luo. You must also draw upon the array’s spatial power to lock the area down.”

“Then, we strike to kill in one blow!” His tone was icy and merciless.

“Yes!” came the Ninth Elder’s reply.

Though the Serpent-Slaying Array presided over by the Ninth Elder did possess spatial power, it alone could not seal the space around Nan Luo.

To avoid alerting Nan Luo, to deliver a fatal blow, the Ninth Elder had lain in wait for the perfect moment.

Now, with the Forbidden Space Ring combined with the array, they could seal the space around him.

“Nan Luo, since the probing is over, I will not risk further delay. You may die now.” The Seventh Elder’s gaze was cold, a thin smile on his lips, his voice calm and chilling.

Moments later, Nan Luo noticed that the Nether Serpent Generals, who had been on the defensive, suddenly attacked him with renewed frenzy, as if they had consumed some potent elixir.

“Are they up to something?” Nan Luo’s divine heart skipped—a chill of impending doom creeping over him.

More than a hundred Nether Serpent Generals brandished their serpent spears, unleashing a hundred rays of black light toward him.

A hundred rays merged into one.

Confronted with the minuscule yet deadly black ray, Nan Luo didn’t hesitate—he invoked the laws of space and teleported away as he always did.

“Something’s wrong! It’s a trap!” Nan Luo realized too late that his frequent use of spatial laws had revealed his weakness.

For Primordial Divine Demons, while they could use spatial laws at the God King realm, they lacked the effortless mastery of a Divine Lord; the fluctuations of teleportation could be detected by foes.

Space rippled, and Nan Luo’s figure reappeared.

As soon as he emerged, he saw a gray Forbidden Space Ring closing in.

Nan Luo’s heart lurched in terror—he immediately tried to teleport away again, only to find himself bound by a powerful spatial force.

He roared, exerting his full divine strength, and in a single breath, broke free of the spatial restraint.

But the gray Forbidden Space Ring was already above his head.

It cast down beams of gray light, enveloping him.

Nan Luo felt as though he were trapped in a quagmire; every inch of space around him was sealed, leaving him immobile.

Ten high-ranking divine generals, wielding black bows and arrows, saw Nan Luo ensnared. Their eyes flashed coldly—they drew and loosed their bows.

Nine black arrows leapt from their strings, hurtling toward Nan Luo like bolts of black lightning.

Nan Luo, struggling desperately against the spatial bonds, suddenly sensed a chilling killing intent aimed at his brow.

He looked toward the source, and his eyes reflected a rain of black arrows descending upon him.

With a piercing hiss, ninety black arrows struck his divine body in an instant, each one a streak of black lightning.

Now, Nan Luo resembled a giant porcupine, his body bristling with ninety black arrows.

Beads of golden divine blood oozed from his wounds, dripping down to nourish the flowers and grasses below.

He coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, his face ashen.

Nan Luo stared coldly at the ten Nether Serpent Generals with black bows, his voice like the chill of the deepest abyss—terrifying in its calm: “Demons? God-Breaking Bows? God-Extinguishing Arrows?”

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