Establishing an Immortal Deed for a Thousand Autumns

Antarctica, blanketed in white snow, is stained with fresh blood.

The brutal, evenly matched confrontation is already tragic enough—trading injury for injury, blood for blood. This is a battle where lives and destinies are wagered.

But at this moment—

The balance of the battle was shattered. The ultra-ancient starry-sky lifeform known as Lurian now gazed upon every human Law Realm guardian present.

That black-smoke face seemed illusory, almost unreal.

Within the Law Realm, Inner Origin was nearly immune to harm, yet all they could do was endure the oppressive gaze of the black-smoke face, which weighed upon their souls and nearly disrupted the circulation of their Inner Origin.

This, unmistakably, was one of the traits of Netherfiends.

Martial artists below Law Realm, when facing Netherfiends, must beware of ghost energy disrupting their Internal Power. But once reaching Law Realm, the ghost energy of Netherfiends becomes useless, unable to disturb Law Realm Inner Origin.

Because Inner Origin approaches pure energy!

Energy is even more stable than flesh and blood.

Yet even so, energy-formed Inner Origin still could not withstand the gaze of Lurian.

"Humans."

"Your fate was decided long ago." Lurian’s colossal mouth continued to split open, gazing down with the cold detachment of the heavens—merciless, bringing only destruction and death.

The slaughter raged on.

They fought for their lives, Law Realm guardians battling on until death.

But reality is rarely so kind; its cruelty and ruthlessness pierce through all sentiment, shattering both hope and dreams.

"No!!!"

Americonia’s Fourth Legend, Georgia Allen, drenched in blood, his vision blurring, struggled to unleash his final burst of power—but could not.

The Netherfiends restrained him.

Netherfiends!

Netherfiends, even more terrifying than giant Demons!

With the ever-present, dreadful gaze—like the stare of the abyss—Netherfiends grew even more horrific and grotesque. Words alone could not capture their terror.

"Why?"

"Are we really going to lose?" Georgia Allen asked himself, unable to accept it.

In a normal war, there’s almost always time for preparation. When Demons and Netherfiends invade in force, nations around the world activate emergency protocols before entering a true state of war.

But unfortunately—

Humanity has little time left!

The Law Realm guardians could not afford to waste a single moment. The battle for survival arrived without warning—there was no room for hesitation.

"I have no regrets, but I cannot accept this."

Supreme Zhang searched Antarctica and found this place. We had only ten hours! In that brief time, I said goodbye to my daughter, my newborn grandson, and this homeland that raised me—I have no regrets!

Georgia Allen’s eyes filled with agony. His left arm was bitten off by a Netherfiend, turning to black ash and scattering in the air.

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Were ten hours long?

Not really. During those ten hours, the Law Realm guardians set their affairs in order and prepared for death. Coming to Antarctica meant they were ready to die—no hesitation, no retreat.

Who could truly understand the emotional struggles, the birth of their resolve, the blood and passion they carried?

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Were ten hours short?

They were indeed short. This was humanity’s moment of life and death. The Law Realm guardians had no time for details, only to give everything, risking their lives for a sliver of hope.

Who could possibly record all the thoughts, memories, and hopes they held during those hours?

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