Chapter 193: Kilometers of Ruins

The sky was dominated by black and red hues. Tyrannosaurus roared toward the heavens, while tigers bared their fangs and claws!
Time seemed to stand still, space seemed to freeze. There was no one within hundreds of meters around the two of them. The red thunderclouds in the sky, once poised, could no longer hold back and began to churn and pour down lightning.
The first bolt of lightning struck Rod. At that moment, Rod had no mood to pay attention to it; he simply let the lightning hit him as he continued to swing his Divine Swords forward.
“Boom…” The thunder rumbled, and the red soul lightning struck Rod, causing him to stagger.
“Boom…” At the same time, the old man from the Nash family’sOverlord Fist fist arrived, and Rod’s Divine Swords met it head-on.
When the two forces collided, the world roared, the earth trembled, and the clouds surged in the sky.
The red and black lights illuminated the night sky like two suns, unleashing immense energy that destroyed everything around them.
The ground beneath their feet began to crumble and break apart like glass, while the surrounding houses shattered into pieces, too fragmented to remain intact!
In the sky, energy entities surged upward, blocking several falling bolts of lightning before diving into the thunderclouds.
A dull roar echoed as the thunderclouds churned violently due to the influx of two energies, which began to converge frantically!
“Spread out quickly! I can’t control it anymore! Hurry!” Moments later, a panicked scream came from the eldest of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles. His face was deathly pale, as if covered in white paper, eerily so.
The collision between the two sent chills through the eldest’s soul. What terrified him even more was realizing that he could no longer connect with the magic he had conjured. Such a situation was unprecedented—it filled him with fear; this time, he was truly panicked.
Hearing his words, everyone immediately understood what was happening. The two incoming energies were no less powerful than those in the thunderclouds. Now, as these two energies clashed and merged with those in the clouds, the magic had slipped out of the eldest’s control. Who knew when it might fall, in what form, or where?
At that moment, the members of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles who had planned to surround Rod from afar panicked and tried to flee.
“Boom…” A giant wave surged. After several seconds of tension, the clash between Rod and the old man from the Nash family finally came to a head.

Both of their techniques were terrifyingly powerful. After a brief stalemate, the fight ended in a tie. As carriers of such immense energy, both Old Nash and Rod suffered severe internal injuries—unlike external wounds, their own combat energy had flowed into each other’s bodies, while the opponent’s combat energy had entered theirs through a medium. Though separated now, their bodies had become even more terrifying battlefields, and the fight continued.

Both of them were flung backward dozens of meters before they could barely stabilize themselves.

Without even taking a breath, they endured the pain and quickly retreated backward. The thunderclouds were about to erupt—how could they possibly resist their energy at this point? Fleeing was their only option; staying meant certain death.

Boom… A sound like the collapse of heaven and earth made the entire Dark Moon City tremble. Everyone in the city felt a chilling fear at this overwhelming energy.

At that moment, all eyes in the southern part of Dark Moon City were fixed on that area. No one dared approach; even the residents in the south had evacuated to safer places, fearing unnecessary harm or death.

“It’s bad! Retreat quickly!” Lilith shouted as the raging energy surged.

The already terrifying power of the lightning made it impossible to imagine how dreadful the impending lightning would be—would it destroy everything, overturn the world, or dominate it utterly? No one knew.

“No, that kid is still there!” Sognar yelled anxiously, his eyes red.

“It’s too late! Going there won’t help. Let’s go now, or we’ll all die here!” Lilith shouted, pulling back Sognar, who was about to charge forward. At this point, Sognar seemed mad, completely focused on Rod.

He was that kind of person—once he made up his mind, he would charge forward regardless of right or wrong, never retreating.

“Idiot, go now!” With the thunder roaring and lightning already emerging, ready to strike, seeing Rod dash in another direction, Lilith pulled Sognar away and shouted. It was too late to go now; it would only be suicide.

Dragged along by Lilith like a chick, the two of them fled rapidly backward.

Meanwhile, the remaining dozen or so members of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles and Old Nash’s family also fled desperately outward.

Boom… After gathering its strength, lightning finally revealed its true nature. It wasn’t an ordinary bolt of lightning—upon closer inspection, it was terrifying. Nor was it the thunderstorm the Elder imagined; instead, there was only one bolt, as thick as a human arm. Stretching dozens of meters long, it descended from the sky like a monstrous serpent, its mouth wide open as if alive, plunging toward the ground at a speed that was astonishing. Boom… As it struck the ground, dust filled the air, rendering visibility impossible within a hundred meters. Even a kilometer away, lightning bolts the size of wrists raged everywhere. Cries of pain filled the air before suddenly ceasing. The massive lightning bolt dissipated upon hitting the center, turning into hundreds of smaller bolts that ravaged the area within a kilometer. Those on either side had no time to escape and were instantly consumed. After the lightning ceased, the sky calmed down, and the heavy rain continued, but now with a hint of desolation and sorrow. Hidden a kilometer away, Sognar and Lilith were covered in dust, their faces filled with terror. The power was too terrifying—if they had been within a hundred meters, they would have had no chance of survival. Even within a kilometer, their chances were only about six percent. That was their immediate assessment. They exchanged glances, seeing the fear and shock in each other’s eyes. “That kid…” After a moment, as if realizing something, Sognar shouted loudly and rushed forward. “Wait! It’s dangerous—we can’t go in now!” Lilith grabbed Sognar, frowning and speaking firmly. The area was still filled with lightning, resembling a hellish scene, with danger everywhere. “If we don’t go in now, that kid…” Sognar snapped free from Lilith’s grip and shouted. “It’s useless. Going in won’t help. Don’t forget—he survived the God-Destroying Thunder Tribulation. He won’t die so easily. Wait and see!” Frowning, Lilith herself found her words hard to believe, but she still spoke them. It wasn’t that she wasn’t worried about Rod—she was just as worried as Sognar—but she was more rational and knew when to act. Acting rashly would only make things worse. “Cough, cough, cough…” Xu Luo’s coughing could be heard. Three or four figures emerged from the dust-filled air. Leading them were the Elder of the Purple-Winged Thunder Eagles and the old man from the Nash family, along with a middle-aged man whose body was completely burned beyond recognition and an old man with only one leg and one hand. Their condition could only be described as gruesome.

After this devastating thunderstorm, only a few of them survived, and only a handful made it through the storm. Each of them seemed to have lost 70% of their life force; even that old man with broken limbs was on the verge of death, likely unable to survive.
“I’ll go deal with these guys!” Sognar said coldly, a glint in his eyes.
“No! Someone’s coming—we can’t act now!” Lilith shouted, holding back Sognar.
Several sounds of something cutting through the air came from afar, and several figures arrived like stars, growing in number rapidly. In less than a moment, over a dozen figures had arrived at the scene.
Seeing the situation, everyone felt their scalp tingle and their hearts surge with emotion; their eyelids twitched involuntarily. The scene far exceeded their imagination.
Among them were Bobbi, a senior strongman from the demon clan’s opposition, along with skilled fighters from Dark Moon City. They had noticed what was happening but waited until the lightning stopped before approaching. Upon seeing the members of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan and Old Nash, they were filled with horror and fear.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering the dust, revealing a scene so shocking that everyone could only stare in disbelief. What was once a peaceful South City now had a massive crater dozens of meters deep and hundreds of meters wide at the center of the lightning strike. Smoke filled the crater, which was also collecting rainwater from the sky. Within a kilometer, nothing remained but ruins—cracks spread across the ground like a giant spider web, leaving behind dust everywhere.
An entire kilometer radius was completely destroyed. In the distance, over a dozen gruesome corpses lay scattered—these were the elite fighters brought by the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan, all strongmen at the late quasi-divine level or above. Seeing such heavy losses among his clan members, the Grand Elder felt heartbroken. These losses, combined with those from before, accounted for a quarter of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan’s total strength—equivalent to losing an entire generation. The Sixth Elder behind him was also on the verge of death, seemingly unable to survive. Thinking of this, he regretted chasing after that madman.
“Rod…” Sognar stopped hiding, rushed into the crowd, and shouted loudly, then frantically searched among them.
Lilith also looked anxious, watching the two of them. The Grand Elder of the Purple Wing Thunder Eagle clan was filled with hatred, while the others exchanged bewildered looks. Rod—a name all too familiar. Could it really be him?