The azure-blue Sea God Helmet slowly condensed and took shape on his forehead.
Suddenly, it erupted with an intense blue halo, transforming into a protective barrier that enveloped him.
A flash of light flickered in Chen Xinjie's eyes. Inside the barrier, the burning blue flames on his body suddenly intensified, filling the entire space in an instant.
His pupils gleamed with an unusually bright golden-blue radiance.
With a single step forward, he shattered the vacuum around him.
In that moment, the ocean waters seemed to respond to a summons, surging toward him from the distance with astonishing speed.
Wherever the waves passed, the sea roared in fury, as if echoing Chen Xinjie's battle cry.
"Prepare to die!"
In the next instant, he was already above Ditian, pressing down with both hands from the sky.
At that moment, the surrounding sea seemed to merge with him completely.
"Now this is getting interesting."
Ditian's golden eyes flickered, resembling the alternating cycle of black sun and white moon.
He raised both hands to counter, and the space between them was instantly compressed to its absolute limit, generating a series of sonic booms.
This was undoubtedly a true clash of divine-level power, a confrontation where quantity could not compensate for the disparity in quality.
The overwhelming darkness that once covered the sky was forcefully torn open, while the earth below trembled and cracked into a massive abyss, as if a gateway to an endless hell had been forcibly created.
The seven major corps had long since retreated—not to flee, but to replenish their depleted soul devices and battle formations, restoring their combat effectiveness.
All corps commanders had also left their command posts, joining the final battle against Ditian.
Without the protection of the soul tool defensive barriers, they now truly understood what divine power meant. Even Limit Douluo felt utterly insignificant in its presence.
But they did not believe they had no chance.
Because Ditian was approaching the ocean!
And what was that?
That was hope!
The Amorous Douluo Zang Xin and the Heartless Douluo Cao Dezhi of the Tang Sect had already decided to use their martial soul fusion technique, confident in their ability to control Ditian for three days.
They had to lead him to the coastal seal, allowing Chen Xinjie to harness the might of the sea to utterly annihilate him.
Ditian was far too terrifying—he was essentially a god walking among mortals.
With the Divine Realm out of contact, even a severely injured Ditian, let alone one in his prime, could not be allowed to survive.
Otherwise, humanity's future would plunge into an endless abyss of darkness.
Ditian had to die!
There was no room for negotiation!
He had to be hunted down and eradicated, his body and soul utterly obliterated!
In the sky, the blue and dark energies clashed, coiling and struggling against each other as they swiftly moved southward toward the sea.
However, one of the key figures in this battle—Chen Xinjie—gradually sensed something amiss.
What appeared to be an evenly matched struggle was, in reality, Ditian leading him by the nose the entire time.
Even their rapid movement southward was dictated by Ditian!
When he saw the undefended, hope-filled Limit Douluo on the outskirts, Chen Xinjie instantly realized Ditian's true intention.
No wonder so many of the fallen Limit Douluo before had disappeared into the void rather than being outright slain.
Ditian wanted to capture them alive!
Yet, when Chen Xinjie tried to send out a warning, he was horrified to discover that under Ditian's third-tier divine spirit-level suppression, he could not transmit any sound.
Ditian's strength vastly exceeded that of his own, a newly ascended God-ranked Sea God Douluo!
Without Eternal Heaven, the seemingly balanced battlefield between the human coalition and the Beast God had actually long since been decided.
Western Corps Commander: Extreme powerhouse, Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Ferocious Wolf Douluo Dong Zi'an—fallen.
Southern Corps Commander: Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Angel Douluo Le Zhengyu's grandfather, Le Zhen'en—vanished.
Central Corps Commander: Extreme powerhouse, Four-Word Battle Armor Master, Divine Brush Douluo Yu Guanzhi—vanished.
…
Following the path of humanity's "hope," Ditian mercilessly harvested one Limit Douluo after another—no, one refining material for divine weapons after another.
Until…
"The sea!"
The southern coastline stretched out, a vast blue expanse blending with the heavens.
What had once been a double-digit count of Limit Douluo had now dwindled to single digits.
However, the desperate counterattack and reversal they had envisioned did not come.
Above the sky, where blue and black forces had previously clashed on equal footing, only one color remained in an instant.
There could be no two suns in the sky—the azure sun had been swallowed by the black sun.
Within the black sun, a dragon claw shimmering with illusory, multicolored light pressed down firmly on Chen Xinjie's head—then clenched tightly.
Crack!
The continent's number one expert, Chen Xinjie—had fallen!
The last gleam of blue light flickered—that was the divine Sea God Helmet.
A black dragon head emerged from the void, biting down on the Sea God Helmet before swallowing it whole.
Despair!
Despair spread like a plague!
At that moment, two deep sighs, filled with regret, echoed through the battlefield.
They came from the Amorous Douluo Zang Xin and the Heartless Douluo Cao Dezhi.
Chen Xinjie had fallen too quickly, far too quickly—they hadn't even had time to unleash their martial soul fusion technique.
But that did not mean they would give up.
Because only they knew just how terrifying their fusion technique, Emotion Moves Heaven and Earth, truly was when used at the Limit level.
"This day has finally come," a voice sighed.
"Though it is merely drinking poison to quench thirst, it is time for us to act," another voice added, tinged with bitterness.
Two voices carried far across the battlefield.
At the same time, two figures began to expand.
Or rather, it was not their bodies that expanded—but their swords!
One sword gleamed white, with a blood-red line running from its hilt to its tip.
The other sword shone with an abyssal blue light, emanating a deep, mysterious radiance.
They rapidly grew larger, transforming in the blink of an eye into hundred-meter-long colossal blades.
Ditian stood proudly in the sky, hands clasped behind his back, silently watching the spectacle unfold.
As if he were admiring a work of art, striking a perfect pose.
Zang Xin and Cao Dezhi materialized in midair, their bodies gradually turning ethereal.
Their expressions became somewhat strange—because the two grown men had actually held hands.
Seeing the long buildup for their fusion technique, Ditian couldn't resist taunting:
"We know you're strong, Ditian, but your arrogance will cost you dearly!" Cao Dezhi declared loudly.
Then he recited in a booming voice:
"Amorous hearts have left regrets through the ages—"
Yet, after several seconds, he did not hear his sworn brother Zang Xin follow up with the next line:
"It is said that heartless ones hold true affection."
Instead—
"Is your fusion technique voice-activated?" Ditian mocked mercilessly.
At this moment, he simply had to speak his mind.
Only those who had personally experienced it could truly understand just how absurdly broken Emotion Moves Heaven and Earth was—yet at the same time, just how laughably vulnerable its long preparation time made it.
For a brief moment, he even felt a tinge of disappointment at the Saint Lord Of Abyss for failing to take full advantage of such an obvious flaw.
(End of Chapter)