In an instant, the existence of the Father God vanished.
In the place where he once stood, only a vast expanse of crimson cloud remained.
But it was evident that an entity like the Father God could not be easily consud. The crimson cloud writhed violently. Through the roiling masses, one could vaguely glimpse flashes of thick, silver-white lightning.
The red mist seed to have transford into a giant curtain, upon which bulging shapes appeared, one after another.
And that was not all—in the midst of the red mist, there was a mysterious power released by the Star Devourer, a power capable of eroding all existence, ant to aid the Star Devourer in smoothly digesting its consud target.
The essence of the Star Devourer seed to have beco a massive stomach, writhing as it tried to grind the food within.
Yet this situation couldn't last for long; the struggle and wiggling within the red mist intensified, becoming increasingly exaggerated.
No one knew how much ti had passed, but suddenly, with a tearing sound, a massive opening was ripped in the curtain. Thɪs chapter is updated by novęlfire
A dark red, slippery tentacle slowly slithered out.
This was just the beginning.
More and more tentacles erged, piercing the foggy form of the Star Devourer full of holes. It attempted to use its own power to nd these breaches, but the pace of repair couldn't keep up with the destruction wrought by the Father God.
In the air, the agitation of the Star Devourer was palpable.
Fortunately, luck was on its side; it still had allies.
No matter how much gri existed among these so-called allies before, now, confronted with a common and formidable enemy, they put aside all conflicts.
No one would stand idly by watching the Star Devourer being torn to pieces.
They all understood clearly that once the Star Devourer died, the next would be them.
In the next mont, the Decomposer slithered its rotting mass of flesh, with a dense array of limb-like appendages wriggling quickly below; although the limbs seed small, their speed was surprisingly fast.
In an instant, its body appeared above the crimson mist.
Soon after, this powerful Evil God willingly plunged into the red mist, releasing its formless Divine Power, attempting to completely decompose the presence of the Father God.
The writhing within the red mist grew even more intense.
Each convulsion was like a major earthquake.
The Demon King City of old had completely changed its face; even those fine yellow sands had vanished without a trace, and the fierce shock left a bottomless depression below like an Abyss.
The Plague and Calamity God chanted an incomprehensible spell, the language of unknown origin, its sound sharp and hoarse, resembling the noise of tal scraping against glass.
Accompanied by the voice of the Plague and Calamity God, dark green energy, filled with endless virus and misfortune, began to spread in mid-air.
The ears could clearly hear the sizzling noise coming from above.
The virus was overwhelmingly present.
Though invisible to the naked eye, it seed to have turned into dust pervading every corner of the air.
Qin Chu's soul trembled slightly, sensing that this virus would not only corrode the body but also taint the soul.
His brow furrowed, and while the Evil Gods were completely unguarded towards him, his soul drifted silently backward, leaving the range of the plague's spread.
He was now rely a pure Soul Body, without a physical form, unwilling to offer his soul to taste the power of the Evil Gods.
The Source of Chaos focused its countless eyes divided into different zones, each locking onto a tentacle protruding from the red cloud.
Those tentacles that had been struggling and writhing as if to completely tear the Star Devourer apart began to slow down, growing ever more sluggish.
Like an octopus drained of water.
Gradually, the tentacles ceased all movent.
They lost their slimy quality, turning gray-white, like stones weathered by many years of wind, frost, rain, and snow, crumbling into fine sand under impact, scattering with the wind.
On the surface, it seed that the Strongest Evil God had been completely suppressed.
If these monstrosities could actually eliminate the Strongest Evil God, that would undoubtedly be for the best.
The Strongest Evil God was the most terrifying adversary.
This terror lay not in the power it currently held, but in its potential future.
The newly resurrected Father God, was he strong?
Very strong.
Though apparently suppressed, there was no denying that, at this mont, the Father God still possessed strength sufficient to contend with four formidable Evil Gods.
Bear in mind, the Father God was presently in an unprecedentedly weakened state, yet even so wielded such terrifying combat ability; one could only imagine how overwhelming He would be at His peak.
Gazing at the massing, writhing red cloud before him, Qin Chu prayed in his heart to the Holy Light Goddess.
Ti was slipping by.
Silently, imperceptibly, what seed an incredibly long period had elapsed.
The sun rose and set, rose again, only to set again.
The four powerful Evil Gods still intertwined with the Father God, the tumult of battle spreading across the ground and the skies.
The entire planet, the entire world, was forcibly dragged into this horrifying upheaval; islands shattered into fragnts, buildings collapsed en masse, and the trembling ground was rent into deep chasms.
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