Jun Xiaoyao did not move; but once he did, the heavens collapsed and the earth shattered!
The Divine Dharma Body possessed such vast might that with every gesture, the universe seemed on the verge of collapse, as if it could not bear its power.
The War God of the Disaster Clan had white hair fluttering, with four blood-colored banners unfurling behind him.
He held the Purgatory Spear, and the gaze beneath his bone mask remained as silent as a Dead Sea.
Even though the Divine Dharma Body possessed world-shaking might, he was the founding War God of the Calamity Clan, fearing nothing.
Boom!
The War God of the Disaster Clan struck, his spear radiance piercing through the Void Realm.
Simultaneously, behind the War God of the Disaster Clan, a boundless demonic wall rose from the ground, seemingly obscuring the firmament.
The pitch-black demonic wall was vast, seemingly extending to the end of the world.
The wall was stained with the blood of gods and demons and embedded with various blades and weapons, permeating with the Aura of ancient primordial times.
It was the manifestation of the Underworld King Physique, the Wall of the Underworld King!
Do not forget, Ye Junlin had inherited the relics of the War God of the Disaster Clan—that is, the power of the disaster source pearl—which allowed him to possess a complete Underworld King Physique.
And the Physique of the War God of the Disaster Clan was also the Underworld King Physique.
It was precisely because of this shared origin of power that Ye Junlin could become the perfect vessel to carry the power of the War God of the Disaster Clan.
Compared to the manifestation of the Underworld King Physique that Ye Junlin had displayed before, the Wall of the Underworld King now unleashed by the War God of the Disaster Clan was clearly countless times more terrifying.
Endless bloody and killing intent filled heaven and earth.
It was as if behind that wall, there truly lay a hellish underworld soaked in the blood of gods and demons!
Boom!
The two sides collided, their might shaking the world for ten thousand miles, causing the universe and mountains to tremble!
Even the Three Emperors Barrier trembled because of this ripple.
Countless living beings were shaken to death by the aftermath of the collision.
However, countless living beings were still filled with shock and emotion.
Jun Xiaoyao, this young generation of the Boundary Sea, was actually able to use his own means to hold back the War God of the Disaster Clan.
This was equivalent to prolonging the life of the Boundary Sea, trying his best to delay time and prevent the War God of the Disaster Clan from breaking through the Three Emperors Barrier.
It could be said that the War God of the Disaster Clan, an existence that should have crushed the battlefield, was now being forcefully delayed by Jun Xiaoyao.
At the beginning, who could have imagined seeing such a scene?
"Yun Xiao...!"
The Cultivators of various factions at the Three Emperors Barrier, the Three Teachings, the Imperial Clans, and even the many soldiers at Zhenmo Pass.
Even the powerhouses of the Three Sovereigns Faction who had friction with Jun Xiaoyao at the beginning.
At this moment, they couldn't help but speak out in exclamation.
Jun Xiaoyao was truly doing his best and giving his all for the Boundary Sea.
It could be said that even Jun Xiaoyao's former opponents and enemies were filled with admiration and had to be impressed!
Who could have imagined at the start that a mere junior could bring such great help to the Boundary Sea?
It could be said that at this moment, Jun Xiaoyao's prestige had reached an unprecedented Peak.
To say it rivaled the Three Emperors was not much of an exaggeration.
As for the various situations in the outside world, Jun Xiaoyao did not care.
Right now, his target was only on the War God of the Disaster Clan.
In fact, Jun Xiaoyao fighting the War God of the Disaster Clan was not really about fighting to the death.
After all, setting aside the power of the War God of the Disaster Clan, Ye Junlin was an important part of him.
He also had his own will.
It was just that now, it seemed the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan was too strong, causing the will of Jun Xiaoyao within the depths of Ye Junlin's consciousness to remain suppressed.
Jun Xiaoyao did not believe that Ye Junlin's will had been extinguished.
No matter how strong the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan was, it was impossible to completely extinguish Ye Junlin's will.
Because Ye Junlin was Jun Xiaoyao, and Jun Xiaoyao was Ye Junlin.
Was his will so easily extinguished?
In the depths of Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, there was a glimmer of thought.
It seemed now that the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan had taken absolute dominance.
But thinking about it, it made sense; after all, he was the founding War God of the Calamity Clan, and that will was naturally extremely terrifying, enough to overwhelm everything.
However...
Ye Junlin, or rather Jun Xiaoyao's will, was definitely not that fragile either.
It was just that without other ways to let Ye Junlin's will awaken, the dominance of the War God of the Disaster Clan could not be shaken.
Jun Xiaoyao was thinking of a solution while fighting.
Now, perhaps apart from the overt battle between Jun Xiaoyao and the War God of the Disaster Clan, there was another war without smoke silently taking place.
...
At this moment, within Ye Junlin's consciousness space.
No, perhaps it wasn't quite accurate to call it Ye Junlin's consciousness space.
Because now, within his body, the dominant force was the will and power of the War God of the Disaster Clan.
And this consciousness space was naturally dominated by the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan.
Looking around, this consciousness space was a blood-red desert.
It was blood that stained the earth, with countless corpses piled up.
At a glance, it looked like a desolate battlefield.
And right on this battlefield, there were two figures standing opposite each other.
However, what was astonishing was that these two figures were almost identical.
Both had bone masks covering their faces, both had white hair fluttering, and both held the Purgatory Spear.
The difference was that one of the figures was wearing black mysterious robes.
It was Ye Junlin.
And the other figure was dressed in mottled, ancient general armor, with four blood-colored war flags inserted behind him, permeating with the invincible Aura of disaster and calamity.
At this moment, these two figures stood opposite each other.
Ye Junlin knelt on one knee on the ground, supporting his body with the Purgatory Spear.
And the other figure was, naturally, the will belonging to the War God of the Disaster Clan!
"Interesting. I didn't expect that a person as lowly as an ant like you would have such a tenacious will that it cannot be completely extinguished."
The War God of the Disaster Clan stepped on the Void Realm, the Purgatory Spear pointing obliquely at the ground, and the war flags behind him fluttering in the wind.
He was like a seasoned general, his Battle Intent piercing the clouds!
And Ye Junlin looked up at the War God of the Disaster Clan.
He said coldly, "I am Ye Junlin. The only one who can defeat me is myself."
"Even if you are the War God of the Disaster Clan, it won't work!"
Ye Junlin stood up, his Aura rising again.
But the War God of the Disaster Clan shook his head lightly and said, "Even your power, your Underworld King Physique, originates from me."
"What qualifications do you have to resist me?"
Ye Junlin did not speak and struck again, his figure soaring into the air, the spear tip in his hand piercing through.
But!
Boom!
The War God of the Disaster Clan struck with his spear again, sending Ye Junlin flying, his body slamming heavily into the ground, splashing up endless dust!
This was not a true test of strength, nor a physical battle of flesh and blood.
It was a clash after the manifestation of their wills.
Perhaps no one would have imagined that outside of the grand battle in the outside world, there was such a clash of wills within Ye Junlin's consciousness space.
However, it was clear that although Ye Junlin's will was tenacious, the will of the War God of the Disaster Clan was too powerful, almost having an overwhelming advantage.
It was simply not something Ye Junlin could shake.
Meanwhile, in the outside world, the battle between Jun Xiaoyao and the War God of the Disaster Clan had also reached a white-hot stage.
Jun Xiaoyao's Divine Dharma Body was like a god crossing the world, shaking Vast Expanse.
The War God of the Disaster Clan was like a god of disaster destroying the world, with terrifying destructive Aura.
And Jun Xiaoyao, who was in the battle, frowned slightly.
Vaguely, he seemed to perceive that Ye Junlin's will was about to be suppressed to the limit.
This was not good news.
Furthermore, Jun Xiaoyao did not want to waste all the power of his Divine Dharma Body on the War God of the Disaster Clan.
After all, the source of the black calamity that caused all the chaos had not yet appeared.
And just in this situation, in the distance of the battlefield, an Calamity Clan warship came sailing through the air.
Standing on it was a graceful silhouette in white clothes and black hair.
It was none other than Yun Yingluo!