The muscles were like cast iron, knotted and coiled, and the bare skin was branded with burning abyss runes.

He wielded two menacing giant axes the size of door panels, with serrated edges, and the axe blades oozed a dark green viscous substance. His pupils were entirely crimson, like two burning blood-colored stars, filled with chaos, brutality, and destruction.

He merely stood there, his terrifying aura exuding around him, making Jiang

On the other side, a group of barely a hundred, with tattered and blood-stained armor, yet still condensed an unyielding will.

Leading them was a human male with a resolute face and slightly disheveled hair. Through the broken parts of his battle armor, one could see a robust body covered with scars. He held a broken long knife, and his aura had dropped from the Venerable Realm to the Peak of the Tenth Realm, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, burning with the fighting spirit of a deathmatch.

The warriors surrounding him were mostly heavily injured, but none retreated. Their eyes held only the determination to face death calmly.

"That is the Ancient Barbarian Clan, a powerful tribe of the abyss during the ancient disaster!"

Zhan Feng recognized the armor characteristics from the legion and said to the crowd, eyes filled with hatred.

"Kill!"

The leading Ancient Barbarian Demon Lord ignored the intruding spectators, as if set by a program, let out an earth-shaking roar, like a signal.

Boom!

The entire canyon instantaneously boiled.

Countless spells, sword Qi, and power vibrations erupted thunderously.

The Barbarian Demon army surged like a black tide, carrying terrifying power as they pounced.

The broken Human Clan battle formation, like sturdy reefs amidst angry waves, was instantly submerged, but still burst out with dazzling light.

The Broken Blade Man took the lead, and the broken blade in his hand exploded with unbelievable blood-colored knife light, containing his burning life origin, splitting the Demon Lord’s protective demon gang in an instant, leaving a deep bone-revealing scar on the opponent’s chest!

"Roar!"

The Demon Lord raged, and the giant axe, carrying the power to cleave mountains and crack the earth, smashed down.

The Broken Blade Man had no fear on his face and roared as he charged forward.

"Fight to the death without retreating!"

His roar seemed to carry some kind of tragic grandeur that transcended time and space, echoing in the heart of every genius.

The will to face death calmly, with majestic laws shining all over.

The madness of chaotic Ancient Barbarian Demons, the destructive energy of clashing battle formations, space fragments torn by laws...

Everything exploded in an intensely real manner.

This was not just a recreation of a historical image, but the ancient battlefield’s law imprint being activated, with the remnant soul intentions and endless resentment contained within, and the final unyielding fighting spirit awakened by the environment here, in some sense, came back to life!

Jiang Shu’s pupils sharply contracted, and his expression became grave.

He clearly saw, at the moment when the Broken Blade Man slashed the Demon Lord, his figure seemed to pause slightly, and those eyes burning with the flame of certain death seemed to briefly sweep over them, the later comers!

And it was this almost negligible glance that seemed to ignite the fuse!

"Argh!"

A black-clad man from an affiliated Star Domain suddenly clutched his head and screamed miserably.

His eyes had been clear and were initially shocked by the ancient duel before him.

But under the roar of the Demon Lord and the impact of countless resentful intentions, his gaze instantly became cloudy and hysterical, his pupils starting to show the same crimson as the Ancient Barbarian Demons!

"Kill!"

"All of you die!"

He drew a long whip and crazily lashed it at a neighboring War Alliance disciple.

"Not good!"

The War Alliance disciple, knowing the changes within, was shocked and furious, swinging his longsword to block.

"It’s the Ancient Barbarian resentment eroding him, subdue him quickly!"

Zhan Yun shouted sternly, forming hand seals, as Soul Law like silver threads extended to entangle the frenzied comrade.

However, this was just the beginning.

Just like a chain reaction, the frenzied black-clad man was like water droplets thrown into boiling oil.

The actions of the two fiercely clashing sides suddenly exhibited visible distortion.

The Demon Lord, who had just been wounded by the Broken Blade Man and was about to furiously pursue, suddenly had his massive body stiffen. The raised hand didn’t smash toward the enemy in front but instead, wielding space-tearing violent power, abruptly turned and started to kill towards Jiang Shu and his group’s direction.

In the depths of those originally bloodthirsty and chaotic crimson pupils, a fleeting hint of extreme hatred and loathing clarity flashed.

As if from an ancient curse.

The target was clear.

"Roar!"

"Intruders, die!"

More horrifying was that the leading Broken Blade Man, his mouth uttered a string of intentions that didn’t belong to the ancient language, dry and filled with stark hatred.

This intended thought was like a cold awl, piercing into every trialist’s sea of consciousness.

With his intentional roar, the broken blade in his hand turned, the blood-red blaze surged, actually forcing back the Demon Lord’s temporary strike in an instant.

But the target was equally locked onto the intruding War Alliance disciples and affiliated power geniuses!

"No... it shouldn’t be like this!"

Zhan Feng was shocked as he watched the redirected blood-colored knife light, shouting in disbelief.

In his understanding, imprints were dead, objects for later generations to comprehend, how could they actively attack?

And attack those descendants who carried their will?

Buzz!

The blood light of the Broken Blade and the Demon Lord’s axe gang, with world-destroying might, tore through the chaotic law turbulences, crashing down.

This was no longer simple historical reenactment but the awakening remnant intentions venting hostility towards the intruders.

Jiang Shu’s heart screamed with alarm; the Desolate Star Halberd instantly appeared in his hand, fifteen Great Dao Patterns lighting up immediately.

"Shield!"

A grayish barrier quickly unfolded in front of the War Alliance crowd.

Taichu Dao Rhyme flowed, attempting to dissolve space and obliterate power.

At the same time, he lowly growled to the geniuses from the affiliated power beside him, "Raise your protective magical artifacts, this is no longer an image, they have gained spiritual wisdom, and now they’ve set their sights on us!"

The entire canyon battlefield instantly became more chaotic and eerie.

The originally life-and-death opposing forces now seemed to reach some temporary and strange consensus

to expel, or even kill these intruders of their eternal death land.

The resolve and guardianship remaining in the eyes of the Broken Blade human warriors, under the twisted hostility, became chillingly terrifying.

The Demon Lord’s chaotic bloodthirst found a closer target, roaring as he charged towards the crowd.

Inside the canyon, the murderous atmosphere condensed into substance, making it hard for people to breathe.

The pupils of both the Broken Blade human warriors and the Ancient Barbarian Demon Lord gazed over the river of enmity that had run through tens of thousands of years, bizarrely focusing on the intruders.

Those eyes, initially carrying the vicissitudes and void of historical imprints, in just an instant, seemed to be infused with some activity, becoming increasingly vivid and lively.

From bewildered imprints of dead objects, they transformed into living eyes with clear scrutiny and cold killing intent!

"Kill!"

The Demon Lord’s throat rolled, emitting a dry, twisted yet deafening syllable, not a known ancient language, but its overwhelming brutality and destructive will were unmistakably clear.

The Broken Blade Man was silent, but the broken blade in his hand buzzed and trembled, the blade tip pointed towards the temporary battle formation composed of Zhan Yun and others, the intent equally clear.

Expulsion, or even annihilation!

"What is going on?!"

"Have they come to life?!"

Zhan Feng’s pupils contracted sharply, incredulously watching the abruptly changed scene before him.

One moment it was a replay of historical projections, and the next, it turned into a real-life death trap!

This subverting, cognitive anomaly made his spine chill.

Jiang Shu had already been poised, the moment the Demon Lord roared, the Desolate Star Halberd in his hand turned into a gray stream of light tearing through the dim sky.

Panwu Heaven Opening Axe!

This Demon Lord was a genuine Venerable Great Power; only by going all out from the start was there a chance of escape.

Rumble!

This was no longer a simple halberd shadow slashing, but a mix of the weight and dominance of Taichu Dao Rhyme, a gray air current centered around the Desolate Star Halberd, forming a gigantic axe blade phantom, carrying the power to shatter space, fiercely chopping towards the few Ancient Barbarian Soldiers at the forefront.