Rebuilding Terra

Michel, the strong man who guarded Ozma, stood in front of Ozma with an upright posture. His eyes revealed determination and resoluteness, and the sacred weapon in his hand emitted a soft and powerful light, as if announcing his determination to protect Tongtian. Tongtian was dressed in a black robe, surrounded by demonic energy, his eyes were like a deep cold pool, unfathomable, and the Zhuxian sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to drink blood.

At the beginning of the battle, Michelle took the lead. His figure flashed, and he rushed towards Tongtian Patriarch like a golden lightning, and the weapon in his hand chopped down fiercely with holy power. Tongtian Patriarch just sneered, waved the whisk in his hand calmly, and gently blocked Michelle's attack. Then, Tongtian Patriarch waved his hand back, and a black magic flame swept towards Michelle like a surging wave. Michelle quickly used the defense technique, and a layer of golden light shield enveloped him, but under the burning of the magic flame, the light shield gradually cracked.

Michel was not willing to be outdone. He muttered something, and suddenly a pair of white wings spread out from behind him, and a powerful divine power burst out. He flew high, put his hands together, and then pushed hard, and a bright beam of light shot towards Tongtian. Seeing this, Tongtian's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. He placed the Zhuxian Sword in front of him, shouted loudly, and a black sword energy collided with the beam of light. In an instant, the sky and the earth shone with light, and powerful energy fluctuations spread all around, and the surrounding mountains and rivers were razed to the ground by this power.

However, Tongtian Patriarch was very powerful after all. After a fierce battle, Michel gradually showed signs of fatigue. His movements became slow and his breathing became rapid. Tongtian Patriarch saw the right moment, and the Zhuxian Sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly. He appeared in front of Michel like a ghost and stabbed with the sword. Michel was unable to dodge and was pierced through the chest by the Zhuxian Sword. His eyes were full of unwillingness and despair, and then he slowly fell down and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Without stopping, Tongtian turned around and looked at the sealed Ozma. Ozma was shrouded in a mysterious sealing force, and a strange aura emanated from his body. Tongtian formed seals with his hands, muttering something, and complex runes flew out of his hands and landed on the seal. As the runes merged, the seal gradually loosened and trembled.

Just when Tongtian was about to completely unlock Ozma's seal, Kazan suddenly jumped out from the depths of hell. He was dragging a huge chain in his hand, and the chain was flashing with green ghost fire, emitting waves of gloomy breath. Kazan did not hesitate at all, and he threw the chain fiercely at Ozma. The chain was like a spirit snake, and Ozma immediately let out a painful roar. His power was locked tightly by the chain, and his body could not move.

Tongtian Patriarch was furious when he saw this. He cast his eyes towards Kazan with murderous intent in his eyes. "Hmph, you ant, you dare to ruin my good deeds!" Tongtian Patriarch snorted coldly, turned the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy slashed towards Kazan. Kazan dodged in a hurry, but was still hit by the sword energy, leaving a deep wound on his body.

Although Kazan was injured, he held the chain tightly to prevent Ozma from breaking free. Tongtian Patriarch no longer paid attention to Kazan, and focused all his attention on Ozma. Although Ozma's strength was greatly reduced by the chain at this time, the fierce light in his eyes remained the same. Tongtian Patriarch held the Zhuxian Sword and approached Ozma step by step.

"Ozma, today is the day you die!" Tongtian said loudly, his voice resounding through the heavens and the earth. Ozma struggled to resist, but was powerless under the shackles of the chains. Tongtian came to Ozma, raised the Zhuxian Sword, and stabbed it fiercely. The Zhuxian Sword, with endless destructive power, instantly pierced Ozma's chest. Ozma's eyes widened, with an expression of disbelief on his face, and then his body slowly fell down and turned into nothingness.

With the death of Ozma, this cross-border war has temporarily come to an end. Tongtian Patriarch stood on the battlefield, looking at the land destroyed by the war, but his heart was not disturbed at all. In this chaotic world, the smoke of war may dissipate temporarily, but who knows when the next war will come again...