Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2538: Darkness vs Death (4)



Yin He's arrival was like a sudden shift in the weather, a change in the atmosphere that was both tangible and profound. He exuded an aura so potent, so overwhelming, that it suppressed the entire battlefield, silencing the chaos, stilling the conflict.

Mo Xue, her body battered and bruised, her energy nearly depleted, felt a surge of relief at Yin He's arrival. It was as if a crushing weight had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of security she hadn't realized she was missing.

"Ancestor." She said with her head low.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yin He turned his gaze towards Mo Xue, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. A faint smirk touched his lips as he observed her disheveled state. "Well, well, Mo Xue," he said, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that seemed to echo from the depths of the void itself. "It seems you've found yourself in a bit of a predicament. I've told you that the world has changed."

Before Mo Xue could respond, Yin He shifted his attention to the Hell Asura. He raised his hand, and a long, elegant sword materialized in his grasp.

The sword's blade was a deep, inky black, reflecting no light, as if it absorbed all the illumination around it. It was a weapon that seemed to be made of pure darkness, a physical manifestation of the void itself.

With a smooth, almost casual motion, Yin He pointed the sword at the Hell Asura. The air around the blade began to distort, the very fabric of space seeming to warp and bend under the influence of his power. It was clear that this was no ordinary weapon, but a tool imbued with the Law of Darkness, a power that Yin He wielded with absolute mastery.

"Hell Asura," Yin He said, his voice calm yet filled with an undercurrent of steel. "You are a formidable opponent, I'll give you that. But your interference ends here."

The Hell Asura, silent as ever, simply raised his spear in response, his form radiating an aura of death and destruction. He was ready for battle, eager to face this new challenger, this ancient power that dared to stand against him.

The two titans, Yin He and the Hell Asura, faced each other, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. The air between them crackled with energy, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

Seeing this, Sheng Qianyu waved her hand and ordered her people to retreat. The battle between these two titians would undoubtedly affect the entire space.

CLANG!

Yin He, with a swift, fluid motion, swung his sword, unleashing a wave of pure, dark energy that surged towards the Hell Asura. It was an attack imbued with the Law of Darkness, a power that could erode all things, a force that could snuff out even the brightest of lights.

The Hell Asura responded in kind, thrusting his spear forward, unleashing a wave of infernal energy, a power born from the deepest depths of hell, a force of pure death and destruction. BOOOOM!!-

The two waves of energy collided in mid-air, creating a cataclysmic explosion that shook the very foundations of the battlefield. The resulting shockwave sent out a blast that could have wiped out any living beings, but under Yin He's control, it was limited to a certain range.

Yin He, his golden eyes gleaming with a mixture of challenge and determination, charged towards the Hell Asura, his sword a blur of motion as he unleashed a flurry of attacks. Each strike carried the weight of the Law of Darkness, each blow aimed at overwhelming his opponent, at breaking through his defenses.

The Hell Asura, however, was not so easily defeated. He met Yin He's attacks with his own, his spear a whirlwind of infernal energy, parrying, deflecting, countering each of Yin He's strikes.

The ground beneath them shattered, the sky above them darkened, and the very fabric of reality seemed to tear under the strain of their battle.

They were no longer simply fighting with physical strength or martial prowess. They were engaging in a battle of laws, a clash of fundamental forces that governed the universe.

Yin He wielded the Law of Darkness, a power that could erode all things, a force that could snuff out even the brightest of lights.

The Hell Asura, on the other hand, commanded the Law of Death, a power that could extinguish all life, a force that could bring an end to even the most enduring of existences.

They continued their dance of death, their movements becoming faster, their attacks more powerful, their powers clashing with even greater intensity. They were creating a storm, a tempest of energy that threatened to consume everything around them.

The sky above them, once a canvas of celestial bodies, was now a swirling vortex of dark and infernal energies, a reflection of the battle being waged below. The stars seemed to dim, their light swallowed by the encroaching darkness, their beauty overshadowed by the raw, untamed power of the two combatants.

"Your strength has improved drastically. It seems Si Junyi has perfectly infused himself with the God of Death's legacy." Yin He pulled himself away from the battle and stared attentively at the Hell Asura.

The Hell Asura pointed his spear toward Yin He, prepared to attack again.

"However," Yin He continued, his voice cutting through the chaos, "my purpose here has been achieved. I merely wanted to test the capabilities of Si Junyi's forces. It appears he has not disappointed me."

With a casual wave of his hand, the chaotic energies around him receded, the distortion of space lessening, the battlefield slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy. It was as if he were dismissing the storm he had conjured, ending the battle as easily as he had started it. "Mo Xue," Yin He called out, his voice carrying over the now-silent battlefield. "Let's go. We have what we came for."

Mo Xue, still somewhat shaken from her encounter with the Hell Asura, quickly gathered herself, her crimson eyes flickering toward the silent figure of the Asura, then back to Yin He. She nodded, her expression a mix of relief and lingering anger.

Without another word, Yin He turned, his form flickering and disappearing into the void with Mo Xue, as if he were a shadow melting back into the darkness.

The Hell Asura remained standing, his spear still in hand, his gaze fixed on the spot where Yin He and Mo Xue had vanished.

Sheng Qianyu approached and said respectfully, "Lord Asura."

The Hell Asura glanced at her and waved his hand before flying away.

Sheng Qianyu took a deep look at the place where Yin He and Mo Xue had disappeared.

"Retreat."

The battlefield descended into silence, leaving only a few survivors amidst the devastated

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