85: The illusion of victory! A reply from the depths of hell!
However, what awaited it was not prey to be wantonly slaughtered.
Instead, it was an already raised … Axe of Judgment, wreathed in an endless storm.
Whoosh!
The Storm Titan didn't even pause. The moment it destroyed the Hell Tower, its massive body, like a teleportation, appeared before the Sky Eagle Cannon. The battle-axe in its hand, with the resolve to sever everything, fell heavily!
Boom!!!!
Another deafening roar.
That war god, which had brought endless fear and despair to everyone since the beginning of the battle, its golden pupils, brimming with boundless “War Frenzy,” were decapitated by a single axe just before they could unleash their true power.
The massive cannon platform broke in the middle, drooping powerlessly. The light, just ignited at the muzzle, capable of devouring the world, was extinguished like a snuffed candle, forever dimming.
On the battlefield, the slaughter continued.
Rumble—!
A bolt of lightning exploded at the Hero Altar in the rear!
The Thunder War God, revived!
He had just appeared on the city wall and hadn't even had time to clearly see the situation before him.
A golden figure, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, had already appeared before him like a ghost.
It was the Storm Titan!
With an incredible speed that completely defied its massive size, after eliminating the two core defensive towers, he immediately charged towards Lin Feng's hero!
"Die!"
Dragon Aotian's roar was cold and cruel.
The Thunder War God subconsciously raised his battle-axe to block.
But everything was in vain.
In the face of the Titan's Body's absolute damage reduction, his attacks were like a tickle.
And under the Storm Titan's furious attacks, his health bar plummeted like a waterfall.
In less than three seconds.
That majestic lightning deity was forcefully beaten back to the altar, once again turning into a cold stone statue.
Hero Revival Countdown: 30 seconds.
At this point.
All of Heaven's Choice's core threats were eliminated!
On the battlefield, only the Storm Titan, an unbeatable demon god, remained, along with a few scattered ordinary defensive towers still attacking in vain.
The Tumo Yuanzhengjun's channel, after a long period of deathly silence, erupted in a mountain-shaking, sea-howling frenzy of joy, like survivors from a catastrophe!
"We won! We won!!!"
"Long-lao is awesome!!! Long-lao forever!!!"
"Hahaha! That lunatic Heaven's Choice is finally going to die! He's getting what he deserves today!"
Everyone went crazy. They danced and gesticulated, speaking incoherently, using every word they could think of to praise Dragon Aotian's wisdom and power, and to vent the long-suppressed fear and humiliation in their hearts.
Dragon Aotian gasped for air, listening to the waves of flattery coming from the channel, and feeling the supreme glory that belonged solely to the victor. His distorted face finally relaxed, revealing a ferocious yet satisfied smile.
He looked at Heaven's Choice's solitary main city, his eyes filled with the playful amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
He was not in a hurry to destroy it.
Instead, he controlled the Storm Titan, like taking a stroll, smashing all the ordinary defensive towers that were still attacking into scrap metal, one axe at a time, at a leisurely pace.
He was enjoying the process.
He was savoring the fruits of victory.
He was, in this way, declaring his victory to that “god” who had once been high above.
"Heaven's Choice, how do you feel now?"
Dragon Aotian issued his victor's declaration in the channel.
"Didn't you say we were ants?"
"Now, you, this so-called god, are about to be crushed by me, this ant, with my own hands!"
After all this, he was finally satisfied, controlling the Storm Titan to walk to Heaven's Choice's level ten fortress.
He raised the Storm Battle-Axe in his hand high.
"It's over."
He whispered, his voice filled with glee.
The battle-axe fell heavily!
Boom!!!!
That level ten fortress, symbolizing all of Heaven's Choice's glory and power, like the palace of a demon lord, let out an unbearable wail under this strike. Spiderweb-like cracks instantly covered its entire body.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The Storm Titan, tirelessly, swung axe after axe, chopping madly.
Finally.
Amidst an earth-shattering roar, the massive black fortress, its ferocious spires, its heavy walls, its deep throne… everything completely collapsed, scattering into countless, myriad black specks of light, like a grand black funeral.
However…
The expected system prompt, representing victory, did not pop up.
The entire world fell into a strange, suffocating silence.
In the channel, the mountain-shaking, sea-howling cheers abruptly ceased. It was as if an invisible giant hand had firmly gripped their throats.
The ecstatic smiles on everyone's faces froze there, like plaster instantly dried.
"What… happened?"
Zhinang's voice carried a hint of an imperceptible tremor, originating from the depths of his soul.
Dragon Aotian's smile also instantly solidified. That triumphant ecstasy, like a flame doused with ice water, quickly cooled, leaving only a cold, bone-chilling astonishment.
An extremely intense, ominous premonition, like a cold viper, instantly seized his heart.
Just then.
The ID representing "Heaven's Choice," which they thought had been defeated, once again lit up in the channel, calm and unruffled.
This time, he offered no mockery, no judgment.
He merely, with a tone of stating facts, as if reciting poetry, slowly typed out a line of text.
Heaven's Choice: "The phoenix, born from fire, exists through death."
Immediately after, before anyone could react.
A second line of text, like a god's final verdict, quietly arrived.
Heaven's Choice: "Perhaps, only the most extreme destruction can give birth to… the most extreme rebirth."