If both are standing together, one side is a grain of sand.
On the other side, already piled up like a mountain, when it descends, it becos an unstoppable torrent.
This... How is this possible?!
Ye Nishang’s understanding was shattered. Could Hai Xiong Shier Lang, hiding in the belly of the War Bear King, escape this calamity?
Although he no longer emitted the sound of a sinister laugh, it was precisely this silence that underscored his shock and disbelief.
"Roar!!"
Hai Xiong charged, raging and colliding.
Along the way, everything resembling mountains and seas shattered, Mo resembled a cannonball being fired, harshly hurled out, spitting out a mouthful of blood anwhile.
"Pain! It’s getting more painful!"
"Big guy, join in, let’s enjoy this together!"
Mo, nearly torn to shreds, extended a tentacle, a dark red beam of blood light burrowed into Hai Xiong’s forehead.
The huge bear beca an instant target.
It was hit instantaneously, and thereafter, the pain of being consud by fire intensified.
The accompanying sensation of being torn apart tortured its soul over and over again.
Eventually, a suppressed roar, completely unreserved, released.
Hai Xiong rolled on the ground again, this ti, it beca more frenzied.
Accidentally bumping into the War Bear King, it mistook it for an enemy, punching and kicking rcilessly.
"It’s no wonder you’re from the Ming Lamp Night Clan. The Asura King died so many years ago, yet you descendants... are indeed tenacious!"
Hai Xiong Shier Lang still hadn’t shown himself, but it was as if a gaze was drifting over Mo’s body, scrutinizing it, surveying, like a fishbone in the throat, with a gloomy mood.
"Are you starting to stall for ti?"
Ye Hanjun chuckled lightly,
"What, coming to the dungeon alone wasn’t out of sheer confidence?"
"Seeing the tide turning, are you waiting for Hai Xiong Shiyi Lang to co and help you?"
"Sorry, I’m not going to give you that chance. Today, right now—please go die!"
From afar, Ye Hanjun hurled the Sword Thunder Child.
At this mont, the deteriorating state of Lie Xinxin was responsible for his own safety.
Sword Thunder Child transford from a close bodyguard to a charging general, without any restraint, unleashing full firepower.
"Boom boom boom!!"
It slashed ninety-nine swords consecutively, each aid at the joints of Hai Xiong.
The already severely injured Hai Xiong attempted to kick, but could not hit the now fully elentalized Sword Thunder Child and could only rage powerlessly.
Shortly after, it let out even more miserable screams, the surrounding walls, the floor... shattered into pieces.
Mo’s rank was indeed far behind, rely a Supre Sacred Void Conduit, in principle not qualified to compete on the sa stage.
Yet it was this divine nature, unmatched by anyone. Hai Xiong, though in a higher position, looking down seed to see a primal fierce beast, even if not intimidated, the instinct of its blood would teach it this truth.
"Big guy, I still have one move, you’ll definitely enjoy it more~"
Mo, seeing Hai Xiong unaffected by any hits, hanging on by a thread, beca more and more excited.
It twisted its tentacles, dancing in mid-air.
At the end, as if split by a sharp blade’s edge, its body split in two, viscous black liquid gushing onto the ground.
"Hissss hissss hissss!!!"
Fire Elent drifting in the air attracted, the blood-lit fierce flas burnt towards Hai Xiong, the War Bear King, resembling a savage and hungry beast.
Light Elent likewise, though inherently pure, once near the dark, twisted swamp, was stained with a layer of blood light, as if infused with cursed power.
Then, a blood-red hurricane ford, extending the blade, sweeping across a wide range.
A blood-red tsunami descended from the sky, with a world-subduing aura, like an Evil God enraged in the sea.
The most terrifying was the blood-red lightning, like hundreds of giant centipedes entwined together, dense, bizarre, and evil.
With a loud crash, lightning streaked across, illuminating a corner of the dungeon.
Hai Xiong’s head was missing a chunk, its blood sucked out, the color of the lightning growing deeper.
"Ao... woo..."
The cries of Hai Xiong were no longer deafening, resembling a drowning pup, emitting frantic whimpers.
It finally felt the threat of death, continuing to be eroded by this cursed, contaminated breath, it would die!
"Demigod realm... Apocalypse Awakened..."
Ye Hanjun stared intently, the cold murderous intent on his lips not lessened by a bit.
This was Mo’s second Unrivaled Supre Skill upon activation, turning it into an incarnation of disaster.
Earthquake, tsunami, typhoon, volcanic eruption, thunderstorm, glacier, plague... as long as it aligns with the path of destruction, all elents would contort divinely, becoming derivatives of calamity.
This was the true essence of the word "Apocalypse."
But this wasn’t all of Mo, the longer the field was open, the greater the destruction.
The pain endured by all beings within range accumulated onto its own body.
Then, just a pointing finger was needed, sharing its own pain, making the target feel it as their own.
No Fond Spirit of the sa rank could withstand it, no matter how strong the body, the soul would collapse first.
"Pfft!"
Mo, at the center of the realm, drastically changed its form, no longer cute, more monstrous than any monster.
It was the source of all Chaotic Elents, also the core and nucleus; principles circled around it.
Suddenly, Mo pointed two fingers consecutively.
One pointing at Hai Xiong’s head, causing it to be struck as if by lightning, stupefied, it fell backwards.
The other pointed at the War Bear King, perhaps slightly less injured, it didn’t collapse with one blow.
But its stack status completely unraveled, Hai Xiong Shier Lang, the Purple Gold Battle Bear, Skeletal Demon Bear, dropped out in succession.
Among them, the already emaciated Purple Gold Battle Bear, Skeletal Demon Bear, were devoured by the disaster in an instant, not even scraps of flesh and blood remained.
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