Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss' Chapter 1333 280: Void Route – The Path to the [White Wolf]

Pffft!

The two Spiritual Warriors paused, gazing at their wounds, where golden blood slowly oozed, not flowing downward like a stream.

Instead, it ascended and swirled upwards like flas!

"This is good."

[Goddess of Truth] nodded:

"Lord Oshen, Lord Yefeng—you should have felt it."

"...Yes, truly a moving Strength."

Oshen's form was engulfed by golden flas, clenching his fist as the Armor on his body rapidly reshaped and transford, the helt tamorphosing into a draconic figure, and the Gun in his hand changed into a spiral Long Halberd.

"This is our original form."

Atreya Nightwind draped a heavy black cloak over himself, lifting a light axe in both hands, patting the wolf head on his shoulders with satisfaction:

"This form feels more natural!"

[White Knight] turned to look at the Curator, who gently stroked the Stitched Monster beside him and nodded slightly:

"Seven tis should be enough to break the defense. I'll have Martisha join in."

The Stitched Monster then let out a sound:

"Awooo woo roar ow baa waa!"

"I understand."

[White Knight] Yamo Knight turned around, drawing the Blade in his hand and gently scraped it on the whetstone on his left hand's armor.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

Once the blade was sharpened, the air tore apart.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

Upon a second sharpening, molecules were cut apart, causing intense motion and generating blistering plasma.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

On the third sharpening, the forces between atoms were unleashed, releasing the decayed power into a thundering radiating Blade.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

On the fourth sharpening, space was cleaved apart.

[White Knight] paused for a mont; the Blade, honed multiple tis, had begun to burden his body, as he had never attempted to sharpen more than five tis in life.

[Grand Exhibition]

"The 'Physique' of Lichi Peak."

The Curator extracted a collection, launching it onto [White Knight]'s body, transforming his previously thin and tall fra into sothing firm and strong. Yamo gave the Curator a silent nod, then grabbed his Blade and honed it again.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

On the fifth sharpening, dinsions were torn open.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

On the sixth sharpening, dinsions were shattered.

[Sharpen Teeth and Claws]

On the seventh sharpening, ti was erased.

"This shall be enough!"

[White Knight] raised the Blade high, slicing through ti and light as it swung, leaving a trail of disjointed mosaics.

Then, he fiercely slashed down upon the towering deity!

The sharp blade light moved soundlessly, or rather, even the sound was severed alongside it.

The part of Allogan struck was sent 'back in ti' by four hours.

Then, he hadn't activated his add-ons, and naturally, that area was unprotected by them.

"With stars shaping my form, Chaos forging my might, I vow upon the Starry Abyss, in the na of Chief God Mophid—in the na of Chief God Leoz, Your Excellency, I declare your destruction until all returns to the deep sea!"

The spiral Long Halberd was raised high, Oshen's whole body ablaze with Divine Fire, each chant exponentially expanding his power, and the forr Divine Country surprisingly broke through the dinsional constraints, temporarily projecting Oshen's Believers and Followers onto the earth.

"Great War Father, Supre God Master, Supre Golden Immortal, solitary White Wolf Dumfis, Your Excellency, grant victory in this battle so that your sword destroys foes."

Atreya Nightwind's twin axes stirred a storm, with an image of a White Wolf Samurai adorned with Silver Battle Armor erging behind him, the oldest and most violent [Destruction God] Dumfis of the Primordial Abyss.

After asking their Sovereigns, the two transford into streams of light, shooting forth and rging with the colorful rays emitted by Elevent and others.

Guided by the two deities, the direction of the colorful rays constantly adjusted, finally landing between Allogan's chest and diaphragm.

Once the weak point was pierced, Allogan was unable to resist any longer, not even managing a single roar of rage before his massive form crumbled and disintegrated, shattering like snowflakes into the sky and gently falling down.

"We won!"

"Victory, we are the champions!"

"Damn, aweso! Really, truly aweso!"

While everyone's attention was focused on defeating Allogan, the Curator rely patted the beast beside him, known as 'Martisha,' which then slipped into the Spirit Realm.

A mont later, the Curator put on his hat and tapped the space lightly.

[Collection]

As a [Collector] of the [Secret Society], he simply stored the coordinates of where Martisha was, then sent himself over there.

Such a simple maneuver, yet in the eyes of Ru Xinian, pressed under Martisha's claw, his eyes nearly popped out.

"You! How did you do that?"

Ru Xinian was dumbfounded:

"The Spirit Realm is the territory left by Spikect in those days, only accessible to his Pathway Followers, so how can an Earthling like you enter?"

"Sorry, I'm a Haines person. This young White Knight, the lady Goddess, and even Leoz, Your Excellency, are all Haines people too."

The Curator, leaning on his cane, smiled as he looked at Ru Xinian on the ground:

"Originally, you should have perished with your comrades, but I think you still have so other use... Perhaps this little value is enough to redeem your Life."

"Life? You must be joking. It's just a ga, you die and wait for resurrection—"

"Really?"

The Curator took off his hat and stared directly into his opponent's eyes:

"But as far as I rember, [Players]' add-ons consu the raw essence of Life directly."