Kane stared fixedly at the 82-star marks glowing once again behind Logan. His voice trembled with disbelief. "Ti Anchor? You can actually [Save Point] your own status and restore yourself to it whenever you want?"
"Not just that!"
Light from Flash Ti power flashed in Logan’s eyes. He grinned. "I can rewind any target to their state from any mont within the last ten days."
Ignoring the stunned Kane, Logan turned and looked toward the horizon outside Shattered Canyon.
His left pupil shrank to a pinpoint size as he unleashed his soul power.
Far away, silver cracks began to spread across the night sky.
The silhouette of the Origin Devourer grew clearer and clearer.
Logan quickly raised his left hand. A gold space shield condensed in his palm, its surface covered in Space Fold runes that lit up in sequence.
Next, Logan gave a cold command: "Initiate Wave One. The 800,000 Saint-stage army, hold the front line against the enemy! Do not fear death!"
His orders flashed through the mind links, reaching every soldier instantly.
In the next second, a black body over a kiloter tall squeezed through the fractured space channel.
The Origin Devourer had a humanoid shape, its body covered in countless black vortices of varying sizes. Every vortex spun wildly, devouring light and energy from the surroundings.
A ten-kiloter black hole domain instantly spread out. The dark red sky turned pitch black, plunging the battlefield into total darkness where one couldn’t see their own hand.
Space at the edge of the black hole spiraled inward, collapsing. The black volcanic rock ground was ripped from its roots. Countless shards of rock flew into the air, only to be torn into fine powder and sucked into the Void.
On the rocky ledge of the defense line, Fischl, the Saint, unleashed her full pressure.
Holding a shadow short-blade in her right hand and waving her left forward, her thousand-crow Dark Moon domain instantly expanded. Thousands of shadow crows circled overhead and rushed forward.
At the sa ti.
Golden Ant King, Black One, let out a piercing shriek: "Stop the black hole’s energy from spreading!"
Six hundred thousand Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants split into 120 square formations and advanced in a fan shape toward the black hole.
The ant swarm triggered a mass Self-Destruct at a distance of three hundred ters. Shrapnel of dark-gold shells and energy shockwaves exploded, creating dents on the surface of the black hole and briefly disrupting its devouring gravity.
Seizing this chance, Dragon Emperor Sidra led ten thousand Ashen Dragons charging forward, suppressing the entire battlefield with Saint-stage Dragon Power.
Their jaws opened, spitting out lava bombs in perfect rhythm with the ant swarms’ Self-Destructs. They blasted the black hole until it shook violently. The black hole, originally ten kiloters wide, was forcibly compressed by one kiloter, shrinking to nine kiloters.
Natalia spotted this change instantly. She imdiately sent a telepathic ssage to Logan through the mind link: "The tactic worked, but the cost is much higher than expected. We can’t sustain this."
Logan received the ssage. He silently watched the ripples swirling over the black hole and spoke in a low voice: "It doesn’t matter. As long as we can buy enough ti to get close to that thing, we win."
With the black hole’s devouring power weakened, Logan’s soul power kept scanning, quickly catching the flashing pattern of the golden scar on the Origin Devourer’s throat.
Logan could clearly see that the inch-long golden scar flashed once every three breaths, lasting exactly 0.3 seconds. This created a perfect resonance with the black hole’s gravity frequency.
Each ti it flashed, the Devouring Rule around the scar would create a 0.3-second window of chaos.
That was the weakness!
Thinking this, Logan silently monitored the flash frequency of the golden scar, counting in his mind.
Three breaths.
Flash.
Three breaths.
One more Flash.
The pattern was completely stable, with not a single deviation.
"Idiot! Do you want to die?!" Logan roared at the Origin Devourer, instantly freezing it in place.
"You dare curse ? I’ll kill you!" The Origin Devourer suddenly emitted a screech like tal grinding on tal. The sound caused rocks to rain down from the surrounding cliffs.
In an instant, the black hole, previously shrunk to eight kiloters, exploded outward. The core made of black vortices locked onto Logan imdiately.
A terrifying suction force enveloped Logan, nearly lifting his horns off the ground.
At the critical mont, Kane grabbed Logan’s shoulders tightly, saving him from being swallowed by the black hole.
Feeling the solid ground under his feet again, Logan glared at the Origin Devourer once more. "What’s wrong? Did cursing you throw you off your ga? You look so ugly, I thought you were used to insults by now!"
"Die!" The Origin Devourer stomped toward the defense line. Each step it took caused the ground to collapse into a ten-ter-wide swallowing pit.
The black hole domain moved with it, devouring everything in its path.
Logan calculated the distance between them, muttering under his breath.
Eight kiloters...
Seven kiloters...
Six kiloters...
Kane stood beside Logan, swinging the Blade of Destruction in a horizontal slash. A golden blade light ford a semi-transparent barrier in front of the defenses, barely holding back the residual gravitational waves spreading from the black hole.
"Thank goodness your familiar army weakened his domain. Otherwise, just that wave would have left severely injured." Kane said while clutching his chest.
His old wounds, previously corroded by the Devouring Rule, throbbed with pain. Golden god-blood seeped from his armor, dripping onto the rocks below and burning small holes into them.
Logan gripped his silver Blade of Ti in his right hand and held his space shield horizontally across his chest. "Hold on! The chance to strike him down instantly is fleeting."
He then sent a command through the mind link to Violet: "Prepare a flanking assault. The ’idiot’ scar flash frequency is confird. The cycle is three breaths."
On the rocky ledge of the defense line.
Violet blew her tactical horn imdiately. A large group of Ancient Beast Clan warriors moved in to encircle the black hole.
At the sa ti, Fischl ordered a thousand shadow crows to split into three hundred clones.
Using [Phasing] and [Dinsional Ambush], they penetrated the chaotic zone at the edge of the black hole. They parasitized and marked the energy nodes at the Origin Devourer’s lower body.
With three hundred crow markers in place, Fischl teleported the remaining seven hundred shadow crows directly onto the Origin Devourer’s body.
The crows crawled like insects, scrambling up the Origin Devourer’s neck to form a black cloud of markers just below the scar.
"Markers complete! I can now carry you through the black hole at any mont!" Fischl transmitted via the mind link while maintaining the crow markers.
anwhile, Evelynna, Yelena, and Sawako ford a triangular formation behind the front line.
Evelynna expanded her Light-Dark Synchronization Domain. Twelve six-winged angels hovered above her, releasing dual energy of healing and destruction to shield the charging ant swarm.
Yelena activated [Zero-Degree Space], dropping the temperature across a thousand square kiloters to the edge of absolute zero. Ti slowed to one-tenth of its normal speed, reducing the effect of the black hole’s gravity.
Sawako channeled the power of the Golden Thunder Wolf King. She unleashed a thunderstorm in the absolute zero environnt, where lightning entered a superconducting state, doubling its power. It rained massive explosions across the Origin Devourer’s black hole domain.
Thanks to the cooperation of these three girls, the depletion rate of the Dragon-Rhino Horned Ant swarm dropped significantly.
Fischl calculated the remaining ant count, her voice heavy: "At a Self-Destruct rate of eight hundred per second, we have about fifteen minutes left."
"Ti is enough!" Logan’s voice crackled through the mind link. "Prepare to concentrate fire on the idiot’s weakness!"
Hearing this, Fischl’s pupils shrank. She imdiately adjusted the position of her crows to lock onto the dimming mont of the three-breath scar cycle.
At the sa ti, she turned to Dragon Emperor Sidra and commanded coldly, "Sidra, prepare your dragon breath to concentrate fire. Target three hundred ters below the scar. Wait for my marking signal."
No sooner had Fischl finished speaking than the Golden Ant King, Black One, let out another piercing shriek.
The second wave of ants began to reform, readying for the next charge.
On the other side, Sidra spread his dragon wings. Behind him, one thousand elite Ashen Dragons ford a line, poised for a dive attack.
Fischl gripped her shadow short-blade tightly, her fingertips turning pale as she quietly waited for Logan’s strike command.
On the battlefield, the Origin Devourer’s black hole domain had advanced to within six kiloters of the defenses.
The black vortices spun faster and faster, clearly marking Logan as the top priority target.
Logan and Kane stood back-to-back. Faint cracks appeared on the surface of Logan’s left space shield, caused by the constant pulling of the black hole’s gravity.
The silver chains of his right Blade of Ti trembled slightly as he locked onto the window for the next golden scar Flash. "Kane, hold on! Wait for the mont!"
"Don’t worry!" Kane stared fixedly at the Origin Devourer six li away, the blade light of his Blade of Destruction reaching its peak brightness.
On the rocky ledge of the defense line.
Fischl continuously ordered shadow crows to transport soldiers.
Countless soldiers pierced through the black hole domain via the crows and detonated directly on the Origin Devourer’s body.
While these explosions couldn’t harm the Origin Devourer, they disrupted his movent, preventing him from focusing his attacks on Logan and Kane.
Seeing the shadow crow marks on the Origin Devourer fading rapidly, Fischl pointed her right short-blade at the sky and spoke coldly. "Sidra! Third wave of lava bombs! Concentrate fire on that guy’s lower joints!"
Hearing the order, Dragon Emperor Sidra let out a dragon’s roar. Leading ten thousand Ashen Dragons in a conical formation, he dove down. The air pressure made the gravel on the ground jump up.
Another barrage followed. Thirty thousand lava bombs, trailing dark red afterimages, rained densely onto the Origin Devourer’s knee joints.
Rumble! Rumble!
The lava carved twisted paths through the black hole’s gravity. The mont they hit the black vortex body, they exploded. Dark red magma clashed with the black Devouring Rule, kicking up energy sparks one hundred ters high.
Pain struck the Origin Devourer’s knee joints, causing his forward steps to pause for half a second.
Standing in the center of the ant tide, Golden Ant King Black One connected his Swarm Mind to all remaining Dragon-Rhino Horned Ants.
He quickly calculated their numbers. There were now fewer than five hundred and twenty thousand left.
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