Global Lords: My Species Can Mutate

"Bang!"

The Saint Emperor appeared, and the Dragon Emperor and Mo Luo parted as soon as they touched, stopping almost simultaneously.

"Why have you come? Aren’t you concerned about the battlefield on the other side of the Eternal Realm?"

The Dragon Emperor frowned slightly.

As the strongest in the Holy Light Realm, one of the Ten Great Realms, the Saint Emperor’s power was barely lesser than his own.

Without him guarding it, no one on the Eternal Realm side could withstand the Qianji Emperor’s onslaught.

"The battle in the Eternal Realm... has already ended."

The Saint Emperor sighed softly and said leisurely.

His angelic face, unparalleled in beauty, was full of worry and sorrow, as if something had happened that he couldn’t calm his mind over.

Meanwhile.

On the other end of the continent, within the Eternal Realm.

At a glance, the mountains and rivers were shattered, corpses lay scattered by the millions, blood staining the entire land red.

The desolate and barren battlefield was littered with broken limbs and dismembered corpses, both of species and Lords, piled into terrifying mounds.

One could imagine what an immense and earth-shattering battle had just taken place here.

Not just a word like ’tragic’ could describe it.

In the center of the battlefield.

The tattered Qianji Emperor sat there, leaning against a Holy Sword embedded in the ground, gazing at the tragic scene before him.

"I hope what I did... was right..."

At this moment, his body had been invaded by evil qi, and his eyes were gradually turning gray-white.

Simultaneously, a thick aura of death enveloped him, a sign that his lifespan was running out.

Following his gaze around.

There lay the bodies of the Great Emperors of the Realm Alliance, all infected by the Chaos Divine Format.

Just like him, lying quietly on the ground, lifeless.

A ray of golden sunlight broke through the sky, shining on the face of the Qianji Emperor, his expression finally frozen in this moment, arm dropping to the ground.

"Clang!"

The Holy Sword behind him emitted a metallic hum, transforming into a vast Holy Light pouring down from the sky, playing the last holy requiem.

...

On the other side.

On the battlefield of the Demon Origin Realm.

"What did you say!? Qianji is dead?"

The Dragon Emperor looked at the Saint Emperor in shock, full of disbelief.

To know, Qianji’s power was definitely not weaker than his, unless the two supreme beings from the Taichu Realm and the Life Realm took action, that would be the only chance to kill him.

But the problem is, those two at this moment are also running out of lifespan, and as guardians of the entrance to the Life Realm and the World Tree can’t leave the Taichu Realm and the Life Realm.

He couldn’t think of anyone else on the Ten Thousand Realms Continent who could kill Qianji.

"Let’s set aside the matter of Qianji for now. The most important thing for us right now is to deal with them first." The Saint Emperor said with a deep gaze, looking at Mo Luo opposite him.

"Well said!"

At this time, other Great Emperors from the Eternal Realm battlefield also rushed over, tearing through the space one by one and appearing beside them.

In an instant.

The number of Great Emperors from the Anti-Alliance side doubled, completely overshadowing the puppet Great Emperors of the Realm Alliance.

"Great! Let’s deal with them first!"

With reinforcements arriving, the Dragon Emperor immediately shouted out, bursting forth again and charging at Mo Luo.

"You go deal with the others, Mo Luo is left to me and the Dragon Emperor." Communicating with the other Great Emperors, the Saint Emperor also summoned the Holy Sword, transforming directly into a sword aura of ten thousand feet and swung it fiercely at Mo Luo.

"As expected, Qianji couldn’t be relied upon!"

Facing the terrifying attack of the two, the Evil Qi in Mo Luo’s eyes grew stronger, forming a demonic avatar behind him, clashing fiercely with the two peak continental powerhouses, engaging in battle once more.

Below, the Tier Eleven Lords fighting against the Puppet Lords were instantly exhilarated upon seeing this.

"Great! The Great Emperors from the Eternal Realm are here to support us!"

"Everyone, keep up the fight, reinforcements are almost here!"

Amidst the cheers, the Lords activated burst skills one after another, launching counterattacks against the Puppet Lords, engaging in a frenzied slaughter on the outskirts of the Demon Origin Realm.

In an instant, corpses continuously fell from the sky.

Though the power of the Puppet Lords had somewhat elevated, without self-awareness, they did not know fear or retreat.

Finally, under the siege of the Anti-Alliance Lords, casualties started to occur, one by one being slain on the spot.

Even Beidou Li Ke and others slain three Tier Eleven Puppet Lords, each obtaining a piece of Chaos Divine Format.

Yet Lin You was puzzled at this moment.

The Saint Emperor appeared, could it be that the battle on the other side of the Eternal Realm hasn’t begun yet?

At such a critical moment, how could the Lords of the Realm Alliance easily let them come over here?

Or has the battle already ended?

Unfortunately.

Before he could think further, several more Puppet Lords charged toward him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Never mind, let’s first collect more Chaos Divine Format."

A piece of Tier Eleven Chaos Divine Format could be exchanged for 50,000 Rule Fragments, and now he already has 600,000.

Meaning, he only needed to collect 88 more pieces of Chaos Divine Format to accumulate 5 million Rule Fragments.

Slaying 88 Tier Eleven Lords sounded like a pipe dream, but now more than half of the Tier Eleven Lords had been mind-controlled, lacking escape awareness.

With his numerous powerful skills, there’s still a significant chance of slaying them.

Just be cautious not to be counterattacked fatally by the opponents exchanging life for life amidst their siege, and it’ll be fine.

Thinking of this, Lin You immediately shouted to the Royal Family: "Cyan Gang, Cyan Rattan, Soul-Seeking, Void Nether, you handle the species, the rest of you follow me to encircle and kill those Lords."

"Understood!"

"As you command!"

With a series of responses, apart from those named by Lin You, the other members of the Royal Family quickly broke from the group, gathered around Lin You, and charged towards several Puppet Lords.

At the same time.

With the flames burning beneath them, Lin You and Shadowless continuously activated the Phantom Walker.

Clones appeared around them, in an instant spreading throughout heaven and earth, launching a fierce assault on the Realm Alliance.

Until over an hour had passed.

The anti-Alliance reinforcements for the Eternal Realm battlefield finally arrived, joining the battle.

A great war spanning the entire Ten Thousand Realms Continent unfolded.

...

"Boom!!"

In the endless void, Mo Luo and the Dragon Emperor Saint Emperor clashed fiercely together.

After an hour of intense battle, the combined attacks of the two Peak Emperor Level beings finally shattered Mo Luo’s Demon Body, spilling copious amounts of black blood into the void.

Even the other Puppet Great Emperors were retreating step by step, starting to suffer casualties under the twice-numbered assault.

"Give up, Mo Luo, you can’t stop us!"

The Saint Emperor tossed the black blood off his sword and said gravely.

"Give up? Defeat me first and then talk!"

At this moment, Mo Luo was already at the end of his strength, not only was half a wing destroyed, but even his aura was much weaker than before, defeat was only a matter of time.

But the Dragon Emperor and Saint Emperor were extremely anxious.

Because they had already sensed that the body and heart beneath were about to fully merge.

Once completely merged, there would be no one in the entire Ten Thousand Realms who could stop him, unless they all combined their power.

"We can’t drag this out any longer, let’s finish this quickly!"

The Dragon Emperor Saint Emperor exchanged a glance, their auras suddenly soaring, burning the Divine Format, the vast and boundless Dragon Mighty and Holy Light converged, transforming into a phantom of a Golden Saint Dragon surrounded by Holy Light, crashing down towards Mo Luo.

Facing their full-force strike, Mo Luo’s Evil Qi surged wildly, condensing a pair of True Eyes of the Evil God behind him.

The Evil Eye opened, and an eerie red light bursting with endless killing intent erupted, causing the heavens and earth to shatter wherever it passed, with terrifying spatial turbulence ravaging the void.

"Rumble—"

A deafening boom made the entire Ten Thousand Realms Continent tremble violently, cracks appeared at the edge of the Realm isolating the Aura of Chaos.

Those ordinary people and cultivators of weaker strength bowed to the ground, overwhelmed by this heavenly might, filled with fear in their hearts.

"Mother, I’m scared."

In a corner of the city, a little girl curled up in her mother’s arms, shivering, her small face pale.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here, nothing will happen."

The woman softly comforted her daughter, holding her tightly.

However, she was also forcefully maintaining her composure, her hands trembling violently, her lips pale.

Confronted with this doomsday-like scene, ordinary people were utterly powerless.

The only thing they could do was wait for death to come; there was no other way.

In Yellow Sand City.

Xue Changgui also led a group of stewards up to the city wall, watching the direction of the battle with great concern.

Meanwhile, Wei Gang was leading the city guards in maintaining order, and even Yue Daonan, who had just advanced to Tier Ten, had to come out to help.

At this moment, the entire Ten Thousand Realms Continent was in chaos.

As if sensing the extraordinary nature of today, everyone stopped their actions and looked towards the Demon Origin Realm’s direction.

Some knelt in prayer, some hugged tightly, while others slumped to the ground.

It seemed as if after today, this world would cease to exist.

And at this time.

In the Demon Origin Realm.

Mo Luo, having taken the full-force strike from the Dragon Emperor Saint Emperor, spat blood and was thrown backward.

Not only did half an arm vanish, but a hideous and terrifying wound appeared on his chest, piercing from front to back.

Black Demon Blood flowed down from his arm and the wound on his abdomen, dripping continuously, his entire aura withered completely, no longer the ferocity it once had.

"I...I lost..."

Mo Luo’s eyes widened in disbelief at the hole in his chest.

Once, he was a fledgling Low-Level Demon, who, after nearly ten thousand years of effort, finally stood atop the entire Ten Thousand Realms Continent.

But now, he had lost, and lost so thoroughly.

Feeling the rapidly dissipating vitality within him, he suddenly shuddered, regaining his senses.

"No, I can’t die, I don’t want to die yet! Master, save me!"

A shrill cry erupted from his mouth, he turned and fled immediately, heading towards the abyss shrouded in Evil Qi at the center of the Realm, his face contorted.

He hadn’t yet destroyed the entire Ten Thousand Realms Continent with his own hands, hadn’t yet seen all those damned enemies drop dead, how could he die now?

No!

Absolutely not!

Suddenly, his speed increased, shooting towards the abyss, nearly twice as fast as before.

"Stop him quickly!"

The Dragon Emperor Saint Emperor’s expression changed, clearly not expecting Mo Luo to explode with such a strong desire to survive and resentment at the end.

He didn’t dare hold back, immediately using instant teleportation to pursue, while also unleashing the Power of Rule, launching two powerful attacks at Mo Luo.

But at that moment, a mad laughter suddenly emanated from the abyss.

"Come, come quickly, and merge with me, I can give you the power you desire!"

As the voice fell, terrifying Evil Qi suddenly surged out of the abyss, enveloping Mo Luo instantly, crazily devouring the last bit of vitality within him!