Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast Chapter 655: 297: Inheritance of Thunder Prison, The Fall of

Chapter 655: Chapter 297: Inheritance of Thunder Prison, The Fall of the Great Sun_2

anwhile, Jack Clark controlled the golden flas with the two arms behind him, constantly compressing, forming ten golden suns around the four rings of light that surrounded his head.

The intense heat of the compressed Golden Fla energy emitted a terrifyingly destructive aura that even made Damon Lopes’s heart pound.

The other two arms of Jack Clark controlled the blue-black Thunder, intertwining a net of lightning with the Thunder Battle Puppet’s domain.

This was the complete form of the Combat Divine Body.

With both arms wielding the halberd to sweep all directions, and the four arms commanding fire and thunder to destroy everything, he resembled a deity stepped straight out of myths, suppressing the Thunder Devils of the lower worlds.

However, facing the Thunder Battle Puppet, which was nearly converting into lightning, Jack Clark in his Battle Emperor Dragon Form struggled to keep up with the speed and was occasionally struck by a space-tearing Battle Axe.

But these attacks couldn’t breach his defenses.

With the thirty-fold defense gained from burning Heavenly Energy to activate the core Defense Talent Rune, Jack Clark’s body ford a layer of one-ter thick transparent black scale armor.

Each ti the space-tearing attacks of the Thunder Battle Puppet collided with the black scales, they would burst with a terrifying impact, leaving behind wounds over ten ters long and 0.5 ters deep.

Then, the scale armor, ford by the Gifted Power, would heal in the blink of an eye, unshakeable.

Under the clash of the two, a square with hundreds of ters in diater quickly shattered into ruins, including more than a hundred ters of the area leading to the square.

Rocks and dirt lted into magma beneath the Golden Fla, then were thrown into the air by repeated impacts, forming a rain of magma-fire that covered a thousand ters.

Above and below, streaks of blue-black and silver-blue lightning flashed, each strike creating craters several to tens of ters wide upon the ground.

This was the power of the late stage of Eight Layer Heaven, stirring Heaven and Earth with every move, swiftly destroying everything.

Yet in the distance, the mansion buildings were surrounded by an Invisible Power, blocking the shockwaves of the battle.

All of a sudden, Jack Clark let out a long howl, “Got you.”

Boom! With the War Halberd in his hands, he clove the air as if splitting Mount Hua at a speed several tis supersonic, appearing above the battle puppet with a might capable of Destroying Heaven and Earth.

Beneath, the battle puppet was bound by four substantial chains of Thunder, its rapidly moving form suddenly paused, and then an endless lightning around it began to contract.

Boom!

As the Thunderstorm Domain was absorbed into its body, the battle puppet nearly transford into pure, dazzling Thunder, emitting endless Radiance that illuminated the world and shattered the chains on its body.

However, because of the entanglent of the Thunder chains, it couldn’t evade this strike in ti.

Boom!

Under the full strength of Jack Clark’s halberd, Heaven and Earth seed to reverse as the ground plumted like a sea surface and then shattered, with countless chunks of dirt and rocks soaring into the sky.

But it didn’t end there. The mont the halberd struck, the ten Great Suns hanging behind Jack Clark’s head showered down scorching Radiance like a barrage of teors.

Boom, boom, boom, boom! A nuclear explosion with a two-hundred-ter diater rose from the Earth, unleashing endless golden light, annihilating everything.

Under the blazing onslaught, the Earth quickly lted into magma, which then, under the impacts, ford a magma tsunami that cleaved through the air, heralding the arrival of a world-ending Doomsday.

Faced with such terrifying might, Damon Lopes’s eyes bulged as he exclaid, “Damn!” After which, in shock and fear, he urgently unleashed his power to block the Destructive Impact.

Boom, boom, boom!

Beneath the storm of scorching destructive impacts, Damon Lopes’s shield, fused with the power of Thunder True Strength, shook violently, giving the sensation of a lone boat in an angry sea.

The terrifying scorching onslaught lasted for about a minute before gradually subsiding.

By then, the entire small world had been transford.

The land, including the square in front of the mansion and spreading over a mile in diater, was gone, now a pit a hundred and fifty ters wide and dozens of ters deep.

The bottom of the pit was a vitreous body ford from crystallized material, surrounded by still-hot magma.

From the center of the pit radiated outward, the topsoil had been stripped away layer by layer, with all the dirt and rocks turned into black magma mass under high temperatures, still emitting heat.

At the edge of the pit, the eighty-ter-tall Battle Emperor Dragon stood with halberd in hand, like an ancient War God exuding a heavy oppressive aura.

However, at this mont, the War God’s flas had already gone out, and only a few arcs of lightning were left jumping about, his aura weak, as if he had been drained by thirty continuous strikes.

At that ti, the Fighting War Emperor Dragon’s body spewed out waves of scorching air, and then began to shrink as if deflating, returning to 1.9 ters in the blink of an eye, revealing Jack Clark with his halberd in hand.

A flash of electricity, and Damon Lopes appeared excitedly in front of Jack Clark, sowhat incoherently, “Brother Callum, you’re too fierce, damn.”

“That was a Thunder Battle Puppet from the late stages of Eight Layer Heaven, and you just blew it up.”

Jack Clark exhaled, “It’s okay, because it’s a puppet, it’s a bit lacking in endurance and adaptability compared to a real cultivator from the Eight Layer Heaven.”

Even though he had destroyed the Thunder Battle Puppet from the late stages of Eight Layer Heaven, Jack Clark was not complacent or arrogant—he was well aware of the difference between them.

Moreover, this battle had allowed him to almost reach his own limit of combat strength.

The Fighting War Emperor Dragon Form allowed him to withstand a late-stage Eight Layer opponent, and with the help of the Void Double Pupils, he even had the chance to kill him.

However, that was his limit in combat strength, aning that after slaying one late-stage Eight Layer opponent, he would be exhausted, unlike his peak combat strength that would remain after blowing up an early-stage Eight Layer opponent.

“Let’s go, let’s see what’s inside.”

Saying this, the two crossed the broken land, and in a few flashes, they appeared in front of a mansion ensconced in Law Prohibition.

“I’ll do it.” Saying this, Damon Lopes gathered purple lightning in his hand, turning it into a long spear that fiercely struck the Law Prohibition.

Boom! The lightning burst forth but failed to shake the prohibition in the slightest.

However, under the bombardnt of the unfamiliar Innate Thunderbolt energy, a powerful will from the depths of the mansion awoke, turning into an invisible surge that swept across the entire small world.

“To defeat the Thunder Battle Puppet at seventeen or eighteen years old is not bad. You two are worthy to obtain so minor things I’ve left inside,” a cold voice resounded, and the barrier of prohibition in front of them silently disappeared. Then, the mansion doors that were ten ters wide and fifteen ters high slowly opened.

What was revealed was a scene filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

But before the two could step in and survey the residence of this strong man, as ti resud its flow, the grand mansion crumbled like sand and turned into flying ash.

This scene was much like the one with the previous dojo.

This is the power of ti; nothing can last forever. Everything will turn to ash, the seas may shift to mulberry fields, all things wither, even stars will eventually collapse.

At that mont, Jack Clark vaguely grasped sothing.

Then, Damon Lopes’s eyes lit up, “Brother Callum, quick, look over there.”

At the end of the dispersing mansion, a high platform, twenty ters tall, stood upright, surrounded by five pillars, each ten ters thick and stretching into the thunderclouds above.

Looking at the five stone pillars, excitent was evident on Damon Lopes’s face, “I felt the presence of the Lightning Law from up there. Brother Callum, let’s go have a look.”

Whoosh whoosh!!

In two leaps, spanning several hundred ters, they appeared at the edge of the high platform, and Damon Lopes imdiately placed his hand on one of the stone pillars, his body’s purple lightning exploding and enveloping the pillar.

Boom boom boom!!

Instantly, thunderclouds in the sky beca tumultuous, a succession of lightning bolts descending from the heavens striking the pillar. Under the bombardnt of lightning, a pure silver-blue thunderbolt erged from the markings.

As that thunderbolt erged, Jack Clark felt as if he were seeing endless falling lightning, witnessing a world ford from thunderbolts, emitting an aura of mystery and destruction.

Stimulated by the energy of the Thunderbolt Law Fragnts, the other four pillars also flickered with intense lightning, and four similar silver-blue bolts erged from the markings.

Imdiately, the markings on the five pillars separated and converged in mid-air, rotating and forming a thirty-ter-tall phantom completely made of electrified patterns.

“Thunder Prison True Body.”

As that patterned phantom appeared, Jack Clark and Damon Lopes’s Spiritual Wills received so information.

This was the inheritance left by the Lord of Thunder in this place. However, this set of information only contained his thods of cultivation prior to reaching the king-level, including Nine-fold Peak laws.