Chapter 1090: The Unclean World

Chapter 1090: The Unclean World Struck by Zhang Lie's twin auras, the king of black fog grew visibly weaker, and the black fog turned thin.

On the other hand, Zhang Lie's genetic energy seemed boundless.

The king of black fog cried out, "Hold on, Zhang Lie! Let's discuss this like civilized men!"

However, Zhang Lie had no intention of stopping. He crossed his twin blades. The blood moon resonated with the blade in his left hand, and the black sun with the blade in his right.

A bloody sword in his left hand, a black blade in his right. The blades crossed, forming a huge web of slashes, as the black fog was torn to pieces.

The black fog condensed anew into a human face. The king of black fog called out once again, "Hold on, we can discuss things further. I don't need any superior world's energy—"

"Discuss things with my blade!"

"[Blade of the Heavens: the Sea Swells]!" Energy poured out of Zhang Lie in waves, honing the edge of his blade. The pulses of energy struck the sea like a tsunami, devouring everything within.

The sword energy illuminated the surroundings of the world of black fog. As a tsunami that seemed poised to swallow up the skies landed, all that black fog was consumed.

Zhang Lie flew into the world of black fog and saw that it had become a pile of ruins.

The ruins hadn't been caused by Zhang Lie's attack—rather, the world of black fog had been a dead world to begin with. Who knew how it had happened? Perhaps only the king of black fog did.

In order to prevent the king of black fog from having any chance at revival, Zhang Lie lifted both his blades up high. Black sunlight gathered on one, and blood-red moonlight on the other. "[Blades, Reverberate]!"

A blood dragon materialized around Zhang Lie. Energy poured out of him in waves, honing the edge of his blade. The pulses of energy struck the realm like a tsunami, devouring everything within.

The twin blades Guicang and Hanguang emitted a fearsome aura, shining as brightly as the sun and moon.

Sword energy materialized from Zhang Lie's blades into a blood dragon that revolved around his body. Hanguang's light coalesced into a black dragon that likewise curled up around him.

The twin dragons shot forward like a hurricane, bearing down on the king of black fog with the might of Zhang Lie's spiritual sea between them and forming a whirlpool.

Tremendous suction, like that from a black hole, sucked up everything around the two combatants.

Layers of earth sank into the whirlpool, obliterated in an instant. The black whirlpool continued to spread as the black and blood dragons pierced the world of black fog clean through, causing it to crack and shatter.

Zhang Lie took the shattered superior world's core for himself. As that core was taken away, the surrounding fragments of the world began to crumble.

"The unclean world next, I suppose..." Let's hope Yang Ze didn't do anything extraneous, so I don't have to clean up his corpse.

Not long after Zhang Lie left, the remnants of the world of black fog caved in. Spatial force erupted, causing a spatial storm to spawn. Subsequently, the remnant energy in the world burst in a magnificent explosion, swallowing up the world in a shower of light. Sᴇaʀᴄh the Nʘvᴇl(F)ire.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

The light illuminated the void and was just about to release a huge wave of energy into the realm when the will of the world suddenly descended, locked the surrounding space down, absorbed the energy from the impending explosion, and prevented its destruction from affecting other nearby worlds.

In the end, all that remained of the world of black fog was a cloud of rubble where it once stood.

The world of black fog had been destroyed, forever wiped off the face of the third realm.

The rubble slowly began to accrete. After countless years, it would form a brand new world. This was part of the cycle of the third realm. As older worlds were destroyed, newer ones formed. The three thousand worlds were continuously undergoing such a cycle of death and rebirth.

Zhang Lie turned back to the shattered mess, murmuring to himself, "I hope you don't have to encounter someone like the king of black fog again..."

Even if the world did end up with a similar ruler, Zhang Lie didn't expect he would be there to witness it.

Beyond the unclean world, Yang Ze floated in the void.

"99,999, 100,000..."

Yang Ze wasn't so bored as to count from1 to 100,000. All around him were gathered countless crystalline lotuses. Of course, these hadn't grown naturally—Yang Ze was manifesting them in the void.

Despite his frequently jocular attitude, he too had pride, dignity, and self-respect. Zhang Lie had ordered him to scout the unclean world, but not to fight.

Although Yang Ze had accepted the order readily, he felt rather upset. Why was it that the other members of Team Zenith could fight the respective superior kings and attack their worlds, but not Yang Ze?

Was he so weak? Was his water-attuned genetic energy worse than others? Zhang Lie had a water-attuned framework too! No, Yang Ze didn't think himself inferior.

At that moment, floating out in the void, Yang Ze wanted to prove himself—but that didn't mean he was a fool who would rush in without any preparation.

Yang Ze was thoughtful, not brash and reckless. Although he wasn't willing to admit it, he trusted Zhang Lie's judgment that he wasn't ready to attack the unclean world by himself.

The others had grouped up in threes, and it would be far too reckless of him to charge into the unclean world alone.

Even so, Yang Ze didn't want to simply scout around—he wanted to make a move.

Despite being called the unclean world, the surroundings of the world were far cleaner than the white world and the world of blazing sun—because there were no aliens or genetic lifeforms present.

The only other superior world that was as "clean" was the world of black fog.

He had learned about what happened from some fortunate survivors of the war against the death spirits, and it was this truth that left Yang Ze so enraged.

The king of evil hadn't been as merciful as to demand that each world in the vicinity commit some of their people for this war. Rather, he sent out his avatars to terrorize the various worlds,

herding their citizens onto the battlefield. Those who could flee did, and those that didn't either were forced onto the battlefield or devoured and transformed into monstrosities...