Chapter 0520: The Abyssal Divine Tree Appears

All the godly powerhouses in the plane battlefield were filled with horror.
Nia, who was in fierce combat, and Elf, the ruler of the water element, also stopped immediately and flew back, their faces twisted in shock.
The aura of death spread in all directions as the million incarnations of the Yellow Dragon attacked. A shadow of death enveloped the hearts of all the supreme gods.
Under the simultaneous attacks of the million incarnations of the Yellow Dragon, they actually felt the threat of death!
For countless trillions of years, they had ruled the godly planes from atop their thrones, with all godly powerhouses bowing to them. With a mere wave of their hand, even the most formidable warriors would be reduced to ashes. They had long become accustomed to, even indifferent to, life and death. But now, faced with death themselves, they felt terror!
The terror grew ever greater!
Roar! At that moment, a thunderous roar rang out. Corid, the ruler of the wind element, manifested his true form—a massive green bird with six wings, four legs, a serpent-like head, and golden and silver eyes.
After manifesting his true form, Corid slammed his four legs down. The power of the wind god transformed into four hurricanes that swept across the sky and earth, striking like four giant mountains.
The other supreme gods also reacted, some manifesting their true forms and others summoning their most powerful divine artifacts, refined over countless eras. They roared fiercely and launched attacks against the overwhelming force of annihilation.
Continuous thunderous booms echoed, with terrifying energy surges shooting in all directions. Billions of miles of space trembled, and the once-stable plane battlefield shook violently, as if the heavens were about to collapse and the earth to overturn!
Faced with this terrifying force, Corid and the other supreme gods were all flung backward.
Retreating again and again, when they stopped tens of billions of miles away, their bodies trembled, and they involuntarily spat out blood. Their faces turned pale as they stared at the Yellow Dragon in horror.
Corid was no exception.
These supreme gods saw their divine artifacts, which had been refined over countless eras, crumbling like rotten copper and scrap metal, covered in cracks that resembled writhing earthworms.
Some of those who had manifested their true forms also returned to human form, their protective divine armor deformed and pitted, with some areas even cracked open.
As the supreme gods were flung backward, the Yellow Dragon also trembled and flew backward, his face turning pale.
“Yellow Dragon, how are you?!” Susan was shocked upon seeing his expression. She flew to his side, her face filled with concern.

Driving millions of avatars to launch a fierce attack on the supreme gods, the Yellow Dragon felt a severe shortage of immortal energy throughout its body, with all its magical power drained. Although the attacks from the millions of avatars were powerful, the amount of magical power consumed in that single strike was no less than when the Yellow Dragon, as a Taiyi Golden Immortal, used all its strength to strike with the Chaos Bell. The Yellow Dragon looked at Susan, who was worried, and shook its head to reassure her. Compared to the supreme gods, its injuries were much lighter; the main issue was the lack of immortal energy, while its physical injuries were merely minor shocks. The Yellow Dragon took an immortal pill and vigorously activated the Netherworld Divine Tree, continuously drawing spiritual energy from the void to replenish its immortal energy, which greatly improved its condition. Standing high in the sky, the Yellow Dragon watched the supreme gods with indifference. In the distance, the Wind Lord Kolid watched the Yellow Dragon, spitting out more blood, his face turning even paler. At this point, his emotions could no longer be described as fear. The Yellow Dragon’s millions of avatars still stood densely in the sky—everything was real, not a dream! They felt a dull pain inside, their shattered divine artifacts, and their damaged divine armor—all told them this was not a dream! It was all real! Millions of divine avatars?! Despite having lived for countless eons, their hearts still pounded uncontrollably, as if their blood had stopped flowing. They felt the madness of the world! They weren’t crazy, but they were on the verge of it! The idea that one person could possess millions of divine avatars—even though they had seen it with their own eyes and even been defeated by them—still refused to sink in. They couldn’t believe it, absolutely not! As for those high-ranking gods who had been injured by the residual energy waves and retreated hundreds of millions of miles away, they stared at the Yellow Dragon’s millions of avatars, frozen like statues, as if they were eternal monuments of silence! The battlefield spanning billions of miles was ravaged beyond recognition after repeated assaults by the Yellow Dragon and the supreme gods, resembling a post-apocalyptic scene. All around was complete silence. Standing beside the Yellow Dragon, Susan exhaled softly, looking at the millions of Yellow Dragons around her—her mind was filled with them, every corner surrounded by them. Was this really the same minor mid-tier god who had once entered the Runing family?! She still remembered when Kennedy took the Yellow Dragon to her supreme god’s realm to meet her back then—the Yellow Dragon was just a minor mid-tier god! A mere ordinary member of the Runing family, so insignificant in her eyes that he hardly existed! And now?! Susan’s breathing became rapid. Elvis and Barbara stared at the Yellow Dragon, their eyes flickering.

“Don’t be afraid; this is definitely not a divine clone!” At that moment, a voice rang out. Looking over, they saw that it was Elf, the ruler of the water element. “Could a divine clone be this weak?!” Elf said solemnly under the astonished and puzzled gazes of everyone. Elf’s voice blew like a warm breeze through the hearts of the supreme gods. Indeed! A divine clone couldn’t possibly be this weak! Although a divine clone’s strength wasn’t comparable to that of the supreme god’s own body, it wasn’t much less either. With the strength of the Yellow Dragon, if a million divine clones attacked, the supreme gods wouldn’t just suffer severe injuries! What kind of scenario would a million supreme gods attacking create?! The supreme gods couldn’t imagine it—not to mention this plane of battle; even countless divine realms would likely collapse under such an attack! Earlier, they had been shocked by the Yellow Dragon’s million “divine clones” and hadn’t noticed these details. Now, reminded by Elf, the ruler of water, they all realized it, their fear subsiding. When they looked at the Yellow Dragon again, they weren’t as terrified. Each of the Yellow Dragon’s million “divine clones,” according to the supreme gods, was at most between that of a supreme god at the peak of perfection and an ordinary supreme god—slightly stronger than the latter but still much weaker! Though their fear had diminished, they were still utterly astonished. After all, the Yellow Dragon had single-handedly inflicted severe injuries on over thirty of them! Even the Ruler of Light couldn’t do that! Moreover, if those million “divine clones” of the Yellow Dragon weren’t divine clones, then what were they?! The supreme gods stared at the Yellow Dragon. This journey to this plane of battle would be unforgettable for them. There was simply too much shock in their hearts—whether it was the Yellow Dragon, who wasn’t a supreme god but possessed their strength, the power of that unknown ancient bell, or these mysterious million “divine clones”! Everything exceeded their understanding and comprehension. This Yellow Dragon was filled with too many unknowns. A short while later, several sounds of breaking through the air came as more supreme gods arrived. One of them was Wunda, who had originally tried to bring the Yellow Dragon to his supreme god’s realm as a guard in the Land of Forgetfulness. Though he didn’t understand what had happened earlier, Wunda and the other supreme gods were stunned by the dense cluster of “divine clones” surrounding the Yellow Dragon, forgetting where they were. The Yellow Dragon paid no attention to the supreme gods’ shock, confusion, and bewilderment. Instead, he continued to urge the Abyssal Divine Tree to absorb spiritual energy from the void and transform it into immortal energy within his body.

“Everyone, the Yellow Dragon has already been severely wounded. He’s now at his limit and is secretly healing. If we attack together again, we’ll definitely be able to kill him this time!” The voice of the Water Domain Lord Eirulf rang out once more, resonating deeply in the hearts of the other gods.

The gods were stirred. Earlier, when they were severely injured themselves, they had seen the Yellow Dragon get blasted away. It seemed he was indeed badly hurt—though he might appear unharmed on the surface, his injuries could be even worse than any of theirs.

Yet this time, despite their desire to act, no one dared to move!

It was absurd—thirty-some of them attacking together only to end up all severely injured, almost suffering the same fate as the Dark God Gebor. Who would dare to go up there?!

Although the Yellow Dragon could take worse injuries and they might be able to kill him if they attacked together again, what if not?

The Yellow Dragon glanced at the Water Domain Lord Eirulf and sneered. Eirulf, seeing the Yellow Dragon looking at him, was shocked and stepped back in fear. The other gods looked at him with disdain—how dare this guy still urge them to attack together? Just one glance from him was enough to scare him into retreating!

“Yellow Dragon, what are you staring at?” Feeling the disdain from the other gods, Eirulf grew angry and shouted at the Yellow Dragon in a harsh tone, adding, “Do you think creating a million illusions makes you great?”

A million illusions?! Suddenly, two strands of icy light flashed from the Yellow Dragon’s eyes. Like swords, those lights made the other gods gasp in shock. Above the Yellow Dragon’s head, a mass of white spiritual energy appeared, supporting a giant tree hundreds of feet tall, with a trunk ten feet wide. Radiating purity, it illuminated the surrounding area for miles around in a lush green light.

When this green tree appeared, the gods were shocked to sense the spiritual energy in that vast green area rushing wildly into the tree, as if drawn in by some terrifying force of absorption.

This was the Netherworld Divine Tree!

After summoning the Netherworld Divine Tree, the Yellow Dragon focused his mind, used the teleportation technique, and instantly appeared in front of the Water Domain Lord Eirulf. With a killing intent in his eyes, he threw a punch.

“Five Peaks Qi Gale!”

The qi gale pressed down on Eirulf from all directions like mountains. Eirulf felt his entire body tighten in fear. He activated the power of the Water Domain gods and struck out in all directions, trying to break through the qi gale.

But just then, the gods saw in horror the jade-like roots of the green tree on the Yellow Dragon’s head suddenly stretching out, enveloping the space around Eirulf like thousands of tentacles.