Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 1766: 652

Chapter 1766: Chapter 652

Chapter 652 Absolute Domination – Sword Demon, Jane Aiken

Rabio is a world where the sky is round and the earth is square.

Centered on a continent floating in the void of irregular shape, with mountain ranges crisscrossing and rivers intertwining, and surrounded by vast seas.

This structure sowhat resembles the primordial earth described in the mythologies of Blue Star.

At the ocean’s end is a white mist sea that blocks out the sun, permanently unreachable by life forms below ancient level.

In the southeast direction of the continent, where wars affecting millions of transcendent lives rupture the heavens and earth, a blood light spreads towards the west of the land at an astonishing speed.

Wherever the light passes, everything is shattered.

Whether it’s towering mountain ranges, forests, or cities of Caesar, Troll Tribes, forming a blood river that stretches for millions of kiloters.

That day, countless ordinary beings from different races guarding the rear were dominated by fear.

anwhile, in another direction outside the world, a huge boundless figure stands in the roaring chaos stream void of the Abyss, reaching out with double claws.

Boom!

Rabio world trembles, its solid and powerful crystal walls are torn apart, penetrating under the endless influx of Abyss Demonic Aura, forming a dark red pathway.

Watching the forming world passageway, over a dozen Abyssal Great Demons, who had been waiting, reveal vicious smiles on their faces.

Behind these Abyssal Great Demons, with demon gas billowing, billions of Abyssal Demons let out sharp hisses, their eyes filled with bloodthirsty desire for slaughter.

Under the watch of all Abyssal Great Demons, the pathway gradually stabilizes half an hour later, forming a dark red vortex of hundreds of thousands of kiloters in diater that keeps rotating.

Through the hollow center of the vortex, one can vaguely see the opposite side composed of a boundless range of a million mountains.

Above the million mountains stands the Firmant, with blood seas encircling a formidable figure.

“Hell ssenger!”

Looking at the figure covered in Dragon Scales, filled with crimson sharp spikes, majestic horns, and long hair like blood-colored flas dancing and burning behind Jack Clark, all Abyssal Great Demons turn a cold gaze.

One of the Abyssal Great Demons shows a cruel expression: “Seeking death, a re Hell ssenger at the True Spirit Initial Stage dares to block the pathway.”

Saying this, the Abyssal Great Demon looks up, turning towards the boundless projection of the Abyss Lord overhead, speaking respectfully.

“Oh great Lord Rezafavali, please allow to suppress that Hell ssenger.”

The figure as vast as a star slightly lowers its head, its terrifying gaze passing through the world passageway, sweeping over the Plane War erupting millions of kiloters away, also landing on Jack Clark.

Because Jack Clark did not conceal his aura, the Abyss Lord discerns his realm at first glance.

True Spirit Initial Stage!

A Hell ssenger at the True Spirit Initial Stage dares to block the gate of the Abyss Plane?

After a brief silence, the vast figure slowly speaks: “Mills, go bring over the head of that Purgatory Apostle.”

“Do not be careless; this Hell ssenger is only at the True Spirit Initial Stage, but his strength should be very strong.”

Naturally, these beings are not deceived by Jack Clark’s displayed realm; after all, under normal conditions, he wouldn’t dare to block the Abyssal Descent alone without substantial strength.

As for how strong, they will find out through testing.

“Yes, great Abyss Lord, your subordinate will not be careless,” says the Abyssal Great Demon nad Mills, bowing respectfully, his voracious face with black scales retaining a very calm gaze.

Boom! Mills’s body erupts like a nuclear explosion of red flas, burning heaven and earth, dispelling darkness.

In the heart of a terrifying sea of red flas, a fifteen-thousand-ter-tall demon, its body flowing with substantive liquid fire, stands enveloped with the pressure of Late Stage True Spirit.

In the sea of fire, tens of millions of fire demons of varying sizes, condensed from Abyssal blood fire, roar, surrounding Mills, the demon of flas.

Releasing his subordinates, showing his True Body entering his most powerful state, the demon of flas moves thunderously, sweeping the flas into the passageway with overwhelming aura.

Range of a million mountains.

Jack Clark stood upon the Sea of Blood, enveloped in a bright crimson glow. He gazed quietly at the dark red vortex sprawling between heaven and earth in the distance, and the flas that surged from it.

At Jack’s brow, the Hell’s Eye glittered red, the Power of Hell ford a crack behind him. From this crack, blood light burst forth, colliding with the dark red glow that perated the space between heaven and earth.

Just like when Hell descends, a terrifying power spread from the opposite side of the Abyssal Channel, suppressing the Power of Heaven and Earth all around, oppressing everything.

The oppressive power from the Supre Plane could only be countered by another power of the sa level.

For example, the Rule mastered by Primordial Life, the powers from other Supre Planes, or the World’s Power from worlds far stronger than the Rabio World.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Red flas erupted like a mountain torrent from the depths of the pathway, quickly enveloping hundreds of thousands of kiloters.

Within the sea of fire that filled the sky, millions of fire demons roared and knelt towards the pathway, where the massive and fearso figure of Mills slowly erged, like a king from the fiery Abyss.

Boom!

As an Abyssal Great Demon descended, the dark red glow that had spread over a million kiloters intensified drastically, violently expanding hundreds of thousands of kiloters around.

Even the Abyssal Power suppressing Jack’s surroundings saw its power surge by ten percent.

Such is the purpose of the minions of the Supre Plane like the Hell ssengers and Abyssal Great Demons.

They act as nodes of power, amplifiers, drawing and intensifying the highest plane power descending from another space-ti, devouring everything.

Standing amidst the Abyssal Sea of Fire, Mills slowly spoke, his voice cold and deep as it echoed between heaven and earth, “I am Abyssal Great Demon Mills, Hell ssenger…”

Boom! Before Mills could finish his opening speech, the entire Firmant collapsed explosively, forming a gigantic black hole spanning a million kiloters.

From within the black hole, a War Halberd wrapped in blood light erged slowly, reminiscent of a ten thousand kiloter mountain range. Before it even fell, the power it emitted shook the whole world.

The Abyssal Power that enveloped this world boiled like sea water under the Pseudo-Creation Level Eight Desolate Battle Halberd, collapsing, forming a ‘sea wall’ stretching a million kiloters.

Facing this Halberd, Mills’ pupils shrank, a look of terror appeared on his face.

“No!”

Boom! The heavens shattered, the earth split, and the black hole exploded.

One overbearing and terrifying halberd obliterated the million-mountain range in an instant. Hundreds of thousands of kiloters in range, the land collapsed, releasing energy akin to a red supernova explosion.

The blazing light almost illuminated the entire Rabio World, the Destructive Impact shook spaceti, reverberating through ages.

Mills, who was nearly at the Pinnacle of True Spirit but augnted by Abyssal Power, was instantly disintegrated by this halberd, a might that shocked all Abyssal Great Demons outside this world.

Including the battlefield over a hundred million kiloters away, all beings beyond the ancient tis – Divine Kings, Ancient Gods, Hell Devils, Hell ssengers – also all turned their gaze towards this event.

Watching that red glow that illuminated the entire world, their eyes revealed a ghastly fear.

Under the watchful eyes of all ‘people’, the pervasive red glow between heaven and earth soon vanished, revealing a million-kiloter space of destroyed Area of Destruction.

And there stood a terrifying figure, thirty thousand ters in true height, holding a halberd, surrounded by a Sea of Blood beneath his feet, suppressing and erasing a fragnted phantom.

Outside this world, amongst the fourteen Abyssal Great Demons, the most terrifying one showed a frosty and solemn look, “This power, almost Primordial.”

“How could it be? With True Spirit Initial Stage of power, he has reached almost Primordial!”

The enormous figures of all Abyssal Great Demons revealed disbelief and shock.

Not just these Abyssal Great Demons, but also from the depths of the descending Abyss Plane high upon the throne, a terrorizing figure also revealed a cold gaze.

Indeed, this Hell ssenger was very strong.

Such a monster, must be eradicated. Thinking this, that terrifying figure’s gaze pierced through the worlds, looking towards the figure standing amidst the Blood Hell.

And just as the Abyssal Overlord and the Lord of Hell, Alvaron, exchanged looks.

On the high platform of the throne where the Abyssal Overlord sat, stood a girl with long hair as red as blood, a dark red sword mark on her brow, carrying four long swords on her back.

At this mont, the girl showed a faint astonishnt in her eyes, looking at the figure standing across the pathway amidst the Chaos Void holding a halberd, suppressing the Abyssal Great Demon.

Especially the blood light entwined familiar-shaped red War Halberd in his hand.

Jack Clark, how is he here?