The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle Chapter 889: 503: The Second Battlefield Under Full Assault

Chapter 889: Chapter 503: The Second Battlefield Under Full Assault

The Abyss ntioned here is not a noun, but an adjective.

The dark pit ford by the vortex, impossible to see what lies inside or where it leads, but the mont it connected with the Sea of Old Days, everything was no longer like the previous main battlefield.

There, all light has vanished; only the endless Abyss roars softly, and a chilling wind seems to blow from within, possibly leading to sothing extraordinary, consuming anyone who steps inside.

In this terrifying Abyss, all origins and surrounding traces are obliterated under its onslaught, leaving only fear and despair to spread wantonly over this cursed land.

Additionally, the creatures of the Abyss have not disappeared; one can see countless phantoms wandering in the dark tide, appearing and disappearing, as the Abyssal Strength… has beco even stronger than before!

This is the bottomless, terrifying Abyss!

All resistance has been swallowed by the Darkness, leaving behind only endless despair and ceaseless struggle.

And now… it is rumblingly expanding, with the scattered small worlds around being drawn over by its terrifying gravity, still closing in on the Second Battlefield.

…

The silhouette of the Evil God suddenly appeared in the center of the terrifying vortex of the Abyss.

As expected.

The God’s Strength is overwhelmingly powerful; no one can bear to carry such a will-borne strength, which is why those previous light pillars appeared, allowing a group of people to share and drive the power within.

Yet the Evil God did not do this.

It descended directly with its will, now carrying its Strength upon a synthetic body cultivated by the monster tide.

This is a monster cultivated through the amalgamation of the four Powers of the Abyss.

Of course.

The terrifying Strength of the Evil God is also trendously astonishing, as evidenced by its previous overwhelming suppression of the field.

Such Strength is naturally not sothing any body can endure.

This body continues to collapse under the terrifying Strength.

But…

Beneath the body, a black shadow stretches into the Deep Space, connecting with a vast ocean of black tide.

Each ti the body collapses, forces of soul and fleshly Pollution pour over to replenish it.

Each second involves tens of thousands of people’s flesh, all collected from worlds once slaughtered.

And the Evil God looks at this disc, and at the person within the disc, with pupils seemingly filled with endless shadows falling.

Above the gaze.

Su Buxian slightly sips tea, giving a faint smile toward the Evil God.

Even though separated by an extrely great distance, within the Deep Space, the gazes of both clash together.

“Boom!”

Old Huang suddenly shudders beside him.

“What’s going on?”

He is unable to see distances so far; even with Spiritual Energy, he cannot, as light has been sucked away by that Abyss Vortex.

“There is a guest, watching us, but sadly…”

“Sadly what?”

“Sadly, the other party does not plan to co down for tea.” Su Qi gently said.

And at the next mont.

“Rumble!”

The entire disc then trembles violently, and Old Huang’s eyes sink: “The power of the Abyss has arrived.”

Not just the disc but… the Second Battlefield below has likewise erupted!

The massive Abyss Vortex, after swallowing the main battlefield, continues to expand, now rapidly approaching the Second Battlefield.

Simply its proximity carries various particle storms that have penetrated over; if not for the protective Strength, it might have already been punched through with billions of holes.

“It seems… the face-to-face eting I imagined is temporarily not to be,” Su Qi lanted: “For nothing did I prepare so much.”

“White jade table, green stone stools, clear spring tea, and servants.”

Old Huang looked around, finding no one: “….”

Goddamn…. Who the hell is the servant!!

“Don’t rush.” Su Qi lightly tapped, and the disc underwent a change, turning more transparent than before.

Old Huang’s face also changed, as he now looked at the surroundings of the entire Second Battlefield.

Full of all kinds of Twisted passageways of the Abyss appeared, descending from that Abyss Vortex, connecting from all sides to the Second Battlefield.

“Arrived so fast?”

“We’ve… been surrounded…”

“And on such a scale as this.”

Su Qi: “This shows they’re serious, swift and decisive, by any ans necessary, that is the Abyss.”

“You wait here; in case any visitor cos, entertain them for ; I’m going to see the people of the Gods Palace…”

“Wait…” Old Huang couldn’t shout it out as Su Qi imdiately vanished on the spot. This guy’s mastery of the Palace would be enough, but he can also cover the entire Second Battlefield, and those mystical powers bring even pressure upon him, causing him to helplessly sigh, wondering how much mysterious trump cards this guy has mastered by now.

“And running so fast, never telling who the so-called guest actually is…”

He looked at the cups on the table, the number not even in single digits.

Su Qi’s figure appeared at the core Temple of the Gods Palace.

As soon as he appeared.

Countless powerful auras imdiately locked onto him.

“Who!”

“What a bizarre spatial mobility, without any ripple from the ritual!”

Facing innurable gazes, Su Qi smiled slightly and raised his hand: “Don’t shoot, I’m a good person.”

“…”

The people of the Gods Palace stared glued to this fellow.

But the Bell-Ringer spoke up: “He is… one of our own…”

“Su Buxian.”

He looked at Su Qi sowhat complexly: “Are all these your handiwork?”

He was saved by the Pigeon God, then retreated all the way, and received a na from the Pigeon God, from the initial disbelief, to now still not settled emotions.

“Just prepared a little more than you, also… how should I put it, to correct you a bit, it’s more like half one of you…” Su Qi snapped his fingers: “From start to finish, The Hustlers Sect and the Gods Palace are rely in a cooperative relationship.”