1265: Chapter 1265 Darkness Descends, Shadows Make Their Move

The battle reached a stalemate.

Although the Four Demon Generals were formidable, the powerhouses of the Radiant Star Domain were no less capable.

Both sides fought with the determination to die, neither willing to retreat even half a step.

The darkness descended without warning.

It was not the darkness of night, nor the darkness of a cloudy day, but a strange, suffocating darkness—as if all light had been devoured by something in that moment, as if the entire world had been clutched by an invisible giant hand, making even breathing difficult.

The two sides currently engaged in battle stopped simultaneously, their expressions changing drastically.

Whether it was the Four Demon Generals or the Tier 5 Peak powerhouses of the Radiant Star Domain, all felt that terrifying aura approaching.

It did not come from afar, but from beneath their feet, from their shadows, from the darkness itself.

Sword Demon looked down at his own shadow—the shadow was expanding, writhing, and slowly rising from the two-dimensional plane, transforming into a three-dimensional figure of flesh and blood.

"This is..."

Sword Demon frowned slightly, then relaxed, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Lord Shadow."

Shadow walked out from the darkness.

He wore a pitch-black robe, his figure slender and eerie, as if woven from the darkness itself.

His face was half-hidden beneath a hood, revealing only a pair of pitch-black eyes, deep as an abyss, cold as a prison.

There were no fluctuations of aura around him, to the point where one could not even feel his existence—but standing there, he was darkness, he was the abyss, he was the end of all light.

Sequencer 004, Shadow.

Behind him, countless black shadows rushed out from the Void Realm—some held sharp blades, some wore heavy armor, some transformed into ferocious beasts, and some coalesced into gigantic black shadow giants.

The Black Shadow Legion, dark creations crafted by Shadow using his own abilities, possessed no life, no emotions, only absolute loyalty to Shadow and a pure desire for slaughter.

"Continue."

Shadow's voice was low and hoarse, like a whisper from Hell. "Leave them to me."

Before his voice had even faded, his figure had already transformed into a black shadow, pouncing toward the five Tier 5 Peak powerhouses of the Radiant Star Domain!

His speed was extreme—no, not fast, but eerie.

His figure flickered in and out of the Void Realm, sometimes merging into the darkness, sometimes emerging from shadows, making it impossible to track his movements.

His attacks were even more bizarre—his weapons were not blades or swords, nor fists or palms, but the shadows themselves.

His shadows, like living things, transformed into countless black tentacles, attacking the five powerhouses from all directions!

"Careful!"

Grand Elder Xuan Qingzi roared, thrusting both palms out, golden palm prints blasting toward those black tentacles.

The palm prints collided with the tentacles, exploding into ripples of golden light.

The tentacles were shattered by the palm prints, turning into black fragments that drifted away—but the next moment, even more tentacles emerged from the Void Realm, from the shadows, from every corner of the darkness, endless and seemingly impossible to kill.

The five Tier 5 Peak powerhouses' expressions changed drastically.

They had never seen such a bizarre enemy—not strong, but bizarre.

Shadow's strength might not be as overwhelmingly dominant as Luo Xiu's, but his methods were too strange, making him impossible to defend against.

While Shadow entangled the five Tier 5 Peak powerhouses, several more figures stepped out from the Void Realm.

Thunder exploded!

Yang Shuo's figure was like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the Void Realm, the thunder emperor battle halberd thrusting straight at a Tier 5 Late Stage powerhouse of the Radiant Star Domain!

The powerhouse barely managed to block, but was sent flying by the halberd, vomiting blood, a charred hole left in his chest.

Sequencer 006, Yang Shuo.

His speed was extreme, the thunder emperor battle halberd carrying destructive thunder power, taking a life with every strike.

Among the Tier 5 Late Stage powerhouses, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

The aura of corpse miasma spread!

Ning Qiancheng stepped out from the Void Realm, Black Moon Spear in hand, the Four Great Zombie Kings following closely behind.

His gaze swept over the Radiant Star Domain soldiers currently entangled with the Demon Beast Army, without a shred of pity.

With a point of the Black Moon Spear, the Four Great Zombie Kings shot out simultaneously, pouncing toward the Tier 5 Middle Stage powerhouses.

Ning Qiancheng attacked personally, the Black Moon Spear transforming into a sky full of spear shadows, enveloping several Tier 5 Late Stage powerhouses simultaneously.

Sequencer 016, Ning Qiancheng.

His corpse miasma power was unpredictable, and the Four Great Zombie Kings possessed incredibly tough Physical Bodies; even Tier 5 Late Stage powerhouses could not gain an advantage against them.

The sky suddenly darkened!

The Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede emerged from the Void Realm like a moving mountain.

Its body, hundreds of zhang long, wound through the Void Realm, its six pairs of wings vibrating at extreme frequencies, tearing black fissures into the Void Realm wherever it passed.

It opened its massive maw, swallowing a Tier 5 Middle Stage powerhouse in one gulp, before he could even let out a scream.

Sequencer 012, Six-Winged Dragon-Devouring Centipede.

Its carapace was extremely hard; attacks from Tier 5 Powerhouses left only shallow marks upon it.

Its fangs were incomparably sharp, capable of crushing even the sturdiest defenses in a single bite.

Three Sequencers, plus Shadow—four Sequencers joined the battlefield simultaneously!

The battle situation reversed instantly.

Those Tier 5 Powerhouses of the Radiant Star Domain retreated steadily under the Sequencers' attacks, falling one after another.

Their bodies floated in the Void Realm, blood staining the entire starry sky red.

Those Tier 4 elite soldiers, under the pincer attack of the Demon Beast Army and the Black Shadow Legion, suffered heavy casualties, their defensive lines collapsing layer by layer.

The Four Demon Generals exchanged glances and moved simultaneously.

Sword Demon shook his greatsword, his figure shooting out to pounce directly at the Tier 5 Powerhouses currently entangled with the Sequencers.

His Sword Intent was incomparably sharp; with a single sword strike, he cleaved a Tier 5 Middle Stage powerhouse in two.

Flame Demon thrust both fists out, demonic flames soaring to the heavens, burning a Tier 5 Late Stage powerhouse to ashes.

Black blood still hung from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes burned with intense Battle Intent.

Sky Demon spread his wings, his speed extreme as he shuttled through the Void Realm.

His eagle claws tore through the Void Realm, taking a life with every strike.

Blood Demon's blood blades transformed into a sky full of blood shadows; wherever he passed, blood was drained dry, and corpses were reduced to withered Skeletons.

He was devouring the blood of those powerhouses, absorbing their power, and making himself stronger.

Four Sequencers, Four Demon Generals, plus countless Demonic Beasts and the Black Shadow Legion, firmly suppressed the final elite forces of the Radiant Star Domain.

Those Tier 5 Powerhouses resisted desperately, but their numbers were dwindling, their power was exhausting, and their defensive lines were collapsing.

Grand Elder Xuan Qingzi's face was deathly pale, his palms striking repeatedly as he tried his utmost to defend against Shadow's attacks.

But his opponent was too bizarre—Shadow's figure flickered in and out, his shadow tentacles were endless, and his attacks came from the most treacherous angles, making him impossible to defend against.

"Grand Elder!" a Tier 5 Peak Grand Elder exclaimed, "We can't hold on!"

Grand Elder Xuan Qingzi gritted his teeth, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield—everywhere were corpses, everywhere was blood, everywhere were defensive lines crumbling.

A deep sense of despair welled up in his heart.

But he did not give up.

"Hold on!"

His voice was hoarse yet firm. "Empress Xi is still fighting! As long as she wins, we still have hope!"

His gaze crossed the battlefield, looking toward the burning main star in the distance—there, two rays of light were still clashing wildly, dark gold and gold intertwined, illuminating the entire firmament with flickering light.

He did not know if Empress Xi could win, but he had to believe she could.

Because besides believing, he had no other choice.