Chapter 2078: Chapter 611: Origin Power
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The shape of the Blood Cave was extrely terrifying.
Matthew looked up, initially thinking it was a bizarre blood eye split in the middle, surrounded by flowing fresh blood and white pus.
These fluids seed endless, sliding down the curve of the do.
But they didn’t slide for long.
They were completely absorbed by the grey-black, ancient, and serene do.
Matthew silently examined the entire do.
Only then did he realize.
The seemingly terrifying Blood Cave was instead the only place in the entire space filled with hope and vitality!
The rest of the do’s curve was entirely filled with an endless curtain made of massive amounts of low-dinsional, low-energy materials.
The curtain fell upon the land.
All was silent.
An invisible force was annihilating everything!
“Indeed, this is the Bridge of All Life.”
“This is the bottommost structure of the plane of the world of Aindor…”
Matthew realized in his heart.
If he guessed right, that Blood Cave was the only exit from this space!
Above the Blood Cave.
Could very well be the legendary ninth level of Purgatory—the Curse Plain!
His pupils contracted violently.
Soon enough.
Matthew saw countless white bone spurs suddenly sprout from the edge of the huge falling black shadow!
The bone spurs shot out in all directions, pinning forcefully around the curve beneath the Blood Cave.
Using the anchoring of these endless bone spurs.
The black shadow finally stopped its falling montum.
The edges of the black shadow undulated continuously.
Even though the specific details weren’t clear, Matthew could feel the black shadow’s yearning to climb up the Blood Cave!
It was the yearning for freedom.
But before the black shadow could rest for a few seconds.
The surface of the do suddenly flickered with strands of golden-yellow lightning.
The black shadow reacted swiftly.
It retracted more than half of its bone spurs at once, leveraging the force to leap upward suddenly—
After two breaths.
A pair of mini yet sowhat deford flesh wings grew from the back of the black shadow!
Unlike the surrounding dark grey tones,
The color of those flesh wings was bright red, one of the few vivid colors in the space of the Bridge of All Life!
The flesh wings seed tiny.
But the gust they created caused a violent distortion in the surrounding space.
Soon after.
A powerful wind—more accurately described as a plane law presented through the dium of wind—propelled the black shadow to spread its wings and soar fiercely towards the Blood Cave!
Even from afar.
Matthew could feel the terrifying power contained within those flesh wings—
Evil, ferocious, chaotic, tangled…
“At least a Superior Legend, possibly even stronger…”
He quietly assessed in his mind.
“Didn’t expect there was another trump card hidden?”
“What a pity…”
The Captain, who was fishing, sneered.
As soon as the words fell.
The golden-yellow lightning flickering on the do had already caught up.
In Matthew’s gaze.
The lightning transford into sharp spears, in rely three or four seconds, they almost turned the black shadow into a sieve!
“Ah…!”
The roar of the black shadow was intensely powerful.
Though the sound waves were absorbed by the do’s curve, Matthew’s eyes caught the motion of it roaring.
In the blessing of Extraordinary Insight.
More information about the black shadow and the surrounding things finally erged.
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“Tip: You are observing the process of ‘Barthor (Lord of the Nine Hells)’ climbing the Sighing Celestial Ladder…”
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Barthor…
He was indeed sealed beneath the Bridge of All Life!
Moreover, he hasn’t ceased in his efforts to return to purgatory for a mont!
So, those golden-yellow lightning must be the divine seals—the Divine Punishnt Power of the gods.”
In thought.
Matthew saw Barthor stubbornly endure the golden lightning spears, swiftly continuing to fly towards the top of the Blood Cave.
However, how could the sealing of the gods be easily broken?
The second round of frost.
The third round of transformation.
The fourth round of curses.
The fifth round of judgnt…
The higher he flew.
The greater the resistance Barthor faced.
At the very top.
Matthew saw countless solemn faces erging on the do’s curve.
So of those faces he even recognized, they were the group portraits of the gods of the Heavenly Family Palace!
Facing these faces.
Barthor spewed flas in rage.
But in the next mont.
The faces of the gods extended out from the curve!
With the support of countless black gels.
Their faces transford into a dark head, then surrounded Barthor from all directions, and ravaged Barthor’s flesh wildly left and right!
Barthor’s figure was so imnse.
Matthew estimated his size to be at least that of a large mountain.
Yet being bitten by those dark heads.
Within seconds he was reduced to just a small hill!
Barthor’s screams were incessant.
Becoming the only source of sound in this solemn and quiet space.
“The feast of the Heavenly Palace…”
“This final seal’s na is certainly not great.”
Matthew pouted.
Imdiately he saw Barthor grow nine heads, each with a gaping maw.
Those heads bit madly at the dark heads like rabid dogs, severing their necks all the way to the base, then voraciously swallowing them into his own body, becoming part of the shadow again.
Them eating him.
Him eating them.
Just like that.
The Lord of the Nine Hells Barthor and the incarnations of the gods of the Heavenly Family Palace engaged in an unimaginable battle above the Blood Cave.
The banquet scene was so brutal.
Even the experienced Matthew couldn’t help but frown.
“Barthor simply can’t outlast the other side…”
“The other side is rely a seal, the Lord of the Nine Hells is powerful, but in the end, he is still of flesh and blood…”
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