# 1937
Chapter 1929: Life and Death Battle
"Fine..." The Sanskrit beneath Vishnu's feet grew increasingly radiant, his back swelling dramatically as a second pair of arms burst through!
"Then let me see what you have to kill me?!"
Vishnu's four arms simultaneously formed different mudras, four treasure silhouettes taking shape between his palms. One of them—an unstrung bow—was aimed at Lin Qiye's position. With a flick, a chasm-like crack tore through space, shattering a corner of the darkness!
Lin Qiye's form silently emerged from the darkness on the opposite side. Within this world of shadow, he seemed to have merged entirely with the darkness itself, able to appear at any corner of it with merely a thought.
His brow furrowed as he swept his Straight Blade horizontally once more. A golden ray of light sliced through the black canvas, striking toward Vishnu's body once again!
Vishnu raised another palm, gripping a pestle silhouette. He swung it heavily downward, shattering the golden light into scattered sparks that fell onto the pitch-black earth below.
Light and shadow interweaving, bowstrings弹奏 continuously—the dark world gradually crumbled under their clash. From the outside, the dead, world-devouring black hole was unceasingly trembling and swaying, fine cracks spreading across its surface!
"You wield two Laws, your battle prowess is indeed terrifying, but with your Chief God-level divine power reserves, how long can you sustain such an assault?"
Vishnu冷笑一声，掌中的金轮虚影再度抬起，顷刻间一化十二，急速在这片黑暗世界飞旋！
Lin Qiye didn't speak, his foot striking the ground with force. Brilliant starlight suddenly bloomed from the darkness, striking down the golden wheel silhouettes with thunder-like precision, shattering them into golden ink stains on the canvas. Then, with a backhand sweep, he hurled two more golden blade waves!
Lin Qiye was well aware that with his Chief God-level divine power reserves, he definitely couldn't match a Supreme God blow for blow. But asking him to instantly kill a Supreme God was equally impossible. With Vishnu fighting so desperately, gaining absolute superiority was now harder than ascending to heaven.
With no quick kill possible and divine power draining rapidly, the surface showed them still locked in combat, but Lin Qiye's situation was imperceptibly falling behind...
Vishnu was no fool. He knew where Lin Qiye's weakness lay and certainly wouldn't give Lin Qiye the chance to go berserk in an exchange of blows. For him, as long as he continued pressing and dragging things out, victory would eventually be his!
The two blurred figures shattered the heavens and earth within this dark world. The aftermath of their clash continuously poured through the cracks in the black hole's surface, churning the dark clouds above and the sea below into a super-vortex several kilometers in radius. Gales howled, thunder roared—it was as if the world was ending!
【Three left... only three left!!】
【Kill!! Mr. Shen is so cool!! Two more!】
【By the way, has Hu Jia's psychic ability been used at all? Or was it used but we couldn't see it?】
【It's called psychic ability, of course it's in people's mental world. How would it let you see?】
【Setting aside whether the psychic ability was used, Hu Jia alone is tanking two gods with just his physical body. Doesn't seem injured at all?!】
【Lol, everyone thought the God of Mind was a mage, didn't expect him to actually be a tank】
【The Time God's slash was insane, cut down another one! My eyes can't even track his speed...】
【It's not just your eyes—the cameras can't keep up either... Holy! Mr. Shen killed another one! They're all wiped out!!】
【Night Watch牛逼！！！】
【...】
In the livestream, the divine battle gradually quieted. The ten gods writhing with insect bodies had been completely burned away, leaving only three cloaks standing on the sea's surface, fluttering in the distant gale.
"怎么样？Hu Jia，你没事吧？" Shen Qingzhu saw Hu Jia's face was deathly pale and asked with a grave voice.
"咳咳...没事...我被【Black Goat】的精神意志反噬了。" Hu Jia苦涩的摆了摆手，"幸好Wu "Old Dog"的灵魂中有地球之锚...不然差点就回不来了。"
"Did you clash with the 【Black Goat】?"
"That couldn't even be called a clash... I just glanced at Him from a distance. His spiritual power was far too immense."
Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly, then seemed to recall something. "Did you see where He was?"
"I saw it... it should be far from Great Xia, and beneath Him were entirely black eggs. It looked like hatching was imminent."
Shen Qingzhu's expression grew solemn.
"Leviathan is also failing." Wang Mian glanced at the Chaos Dragon riddled with holes from pale lightning in the sky, then turned his gaze to the massive black hole covered in cracks in the distance. "Now, it all depends on him..."
"Vishnu is still a Supreme God after all. Can the Commander win?" Hu Jia asked with some concern.
"If it were us, perhaps we couldn't." Shen Qingzhu said calmly. "But if it's Lin Qiye... he will definitely win."
The battles on all other fronts had essentially concluded. Everyone's gaze focused on the black hole at the center of the celestial vortex. The divine power overflow spilling from the black hole grew increasingly terrifying, the churned seawater lifted like a tornado and interweaving with the lightning-swept clouds above.
Simply judging from the aftermath of their clash, the battle within that black hole was on an entirely different level from the earlier Chief God confrontation. Before this world-engulfing storm, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Within the dark world, golden blade light and the sacred pestle clashed once more. Lin Qiye's form flickered ghost-like behind Vishnu, the latter's eyes blazing wide as another cryptic syllable burst from his lips!
Boom—!!
Lin Qiye vomited another mouthful of blood, forcibly knocked down to the earth beside him.
At the same time, a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Vishnu's mouth. He gazed at the swaying crimson figure before him and couldn't help but roar with laughter:
"What do you think? Your divine power is nearly depleted, isn't it?? Now... it's my turn!"
A phantom conch shell appeared in his palm, an eerie, deep hum emanating from within. The pallid-faced Lin Qiye hadn't yet wiped the blood from his lips when his consciousness was struck like by a massive hammer, everything before his eyes blurring!
He grunted, a death threat surging over him. Without hesitation, his Straight Blade howled as it slashed forward, sparks flying as it met a phantom pestle. Simultaneously, Vishnu's other two arms swung simultaneously—an unstrung bow vibrated sharply, a golden wheel in his palm smashing toward Lin Qiye's face!
Boom—!!
Brilliant divine power exploded from the darkness. That crimson figure was sent flying like a kite with its string cut!