55: Chapter 55: Raising the Sword for the Prestige of the Human Race

Inside the White Jade Capital, many Cultivators watched the spatial rift expanding in the sky, gripping their weapons nervously.

During the last teleportation, it was only a small spatial crack that sucked them all in.

But this time, the spatial rift had already covered the entire sky above the White Jade Capital.

Then, under everyone's terrified gaze, the sky seemed to collapse, and the entire White Jade Capital was teleported away.

[You have entered the Battle Divine Domain — Wasteland Magic City]

A white light flashed before Yang Bai's eyes, and in the next second, he and his Divine Domain were teleported into the official Battle Divine Domain.

To make this God War more spectacular, both opponents participating in the True God War are placed into a specific Divine Domain for their battle.

This was a wasteland domain; before Yang Bai stood a derelict, abandoned city.

Within the city stood hundreds of dilapidated skyscrapers a thousand meters tall, with countless steel elevated tracks weaving between them. It wasn't hard to see the city's former prosperity.

The reason the officials chose this ruined city full of skyscrapers as the battlefield...

...was mainly because they considered that Yang Bai's human units could not fly, whereas the Destruction Black Dragons were a flying race.

With the advantage of skyscraper terrain, the human units could better engage the Destruction Black Dragons. This highlighted the officials' consideration for the contestants and the fairness of the tournament.

Of course, this didn't rule out that certain people wanted to watch Yang Bai die slowly, enjoying the sight of him struggling bitterly against absolute power.

Yang Bai revealed his Divine Lord true form, hovering in mid-air, looking at the city ahead with a solemn expression.

Below him, 100 Cultivators were ready and waiting. Standing at the front of the line were Chen Jianfeng, Zhou Yanlie, and Chu Gehang.

"Let's go. Today's battle will make the name of us human Cultivators ring out."

After saying this, Yang Bai flew forward slowly, while the Cultivators below strode into the dilapidated city against the wind and sand.

Those watching from the outside felt a sense of tragic heroism and respect in their hearts as they saw this scene and thought about the enemy Yang Bai was about to face.

In everyone's eyes, although Yang Bai's performance in the previous two battles was outstanding, Chen Yuhao's Destruction Black Dragons were different from ordinary divine followers.

They were a Phantom Beast race, ranking in the upper-middle tier among the Star Sea followers.

The human race, which ranked last in strength in the Star Sea World, was fighting a Phantom Beast race from the upper-middle tier.

Humans fighting Phantom Beasts—it was a massive joke.

If it weren't for Chen Yuhao, Yang Bai winning the championship would have been a certainty.

But now, Chen Yuhao was in that city, waiting for Yang Bai to come to his death.

In the center of the Wasteland Magic City, Yang Bai arrived and saw Chen Yuhao standing atop a skyscraper.

At this moment, Chen Yuhao was bare-chested, with black scales growing on his arms and back, and a pair of steel-like fleshy wings folded behind him.

The pressure of a Dragon King poured down.

"Yang Bai, I heard from my dad that you made my grandfather kneel."

"While I'm also quite annoyed by that old man's ways, he is still family. I will reclaim the honor he lost from the insult he suffered."

Chen Yuhao extended his dragonized arm, and a massive dragon roar rang out as the entire area was covered in black shadows.

Yang Bai looked up to see 150 Destruction Black Dragons flying in the sky, emitting black destructive magic power with a terrifying aura.

Among the 150 Destruction Black Dragons, 100 were hatchlings. Although they were only at the hatchling level and not First-Order followers, their strength was at the peak of newborn followers.

The remaining fifty adult black dragons were all First-Order followers, their strength truly horrifying.

"Yang Bai, do you see? This is my power. What do you have to fight me with?"

Chen Yuhao said disdainfully.

The appearance of the First-Order Destruction Black Dragons immediately drew cheers from the entire audience outside.

In the previous two matches of the God War Tournament, Chen Yuhao had always let those hundred Destruction Black Dragon hatchlings wash the ground with dragon fire to steamroll his opponents, while the fifty adult black dragons just watched from above.

"Heh, Foundation Establishment Stage monsters... are they really that impressive?" Yang Bai said coldly.

As Yang Bai's voice fell, eighty-five pillars of spiritual light of various colors rose from the ground. The immortal pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators instantly suppressed the Destruction Black Dragons.

During the three days Yang Bai spent preparing, which translated to three months in the White Jade Capital...

...seven more Qi Refining Cultivators had entered the Foundation Establishment Stage during those three months.

"First-Order followers? How is this possible?!"

Chen Yuhao hadn't expected that Yang Bai, like him, would possess First-Order followers despite not having reached the level of a First-Order Deity.

And looking at the number, it seemed there were thirty more than he had.

Soon, Chen Yuhao thought of a possibility, and the way he looked at Yang Bai changed.

"Hahaha, Yang Bai, not bad. You're very impressive. To get stronger, you actually dared to force a promotion."

"You're only Level 6, yet you've done something even First-Order Deities wouldn't dare to do."

"Not bad, not bad at all."

Chen Yuhao clapped, his tone full of praise, before shifting gears:

"This makes things more interesting. I didn't want to summon those followers originally, but since you've paid such a price, it would be a bit rude of me to keep hiding them."

"Come forth, Fanatics of the Black Dragon!!!"

As he spoke, a surge of black gas rose from Chen Yuhao's body, and boundless dark magic power covered the ground.

The dark magic power condensed into form, and a thousand-man legion of Black Dragonewts appeared in the Wasteland Magic City.

These Black Dragonewts were well-equipped with exaggerated physiques; they were all powerful units. Within the thousand-man legion, there were two hundred First-Order follower Black Dragonewts and three Black Dragonewt hero units.

Seeing this sudden appearance of the Black Dragon legion, Yang Bai's expression grew solemn.

He had risked imprisonment to ask Ge Weidong for the First-Order Follower Promotion Card specifically to deal with Chen Yuhao's fifty Foundation Establishment Stage black dragons.

But no one told him that Chen Yuhao actually had a thousand-man legion, which included two hundred First-Order followers.

Even without those First-Order followers, the hundreds of black dragon hatchlings and Black Dragonewts, whose strength rivaled the peak of newborn followers, were not to be trifled with.

Yang Bai turned around and looked at the Cultivators below. He was about to say something, but when he saw the look in their eyes—a readiness to die for the cause—

Yang Bai was left speechless.

Yang Bai gave a bitter laugh, then said to Chen Yuhao in the sky, "I saw a football stadium on my way here. It's spacious there; let's fight there."

The corners of Chen Yuhao's mouth curled up. He nodded, spread the fleshy wings behind him, and flew toward the direction Yang Bai pointed.

"Everyone, it's up to you."

After saying this, Yang Bai turned into a white light and flew out.

In the central area of the city, only the 100 Cultivators and those thousand-plus Destruction Black Dragon followers remained.

Zhou Yanlie took a deep breath and let out a thunderous roar. His voice was so loud it actually drowned out the dragon roars filling the sky.

"Everyone, exalt the divine might of our human race! The strong of humanity fear no enemy and are invincible in this world!!!"

The Cultivators drew their weapons and shouted in unison, their voices thick with killing intent: "Countless are the lives of monsters to be slaughtered! Endless are the heads of enemies to be taken!!"

"May our martial fortune flourish! May the Great Dao prosper forever!!"

Chen Jianfeng unsheathed the gengjin sword, pointed it at the black dragons, and shouted, "Swords up!! Kill!"