As the Skull Giant swung his arm, the Chaos Water transford into countless black mud dolls, decaying zombies, and ghostly white skeletons, sweeping toward the Throne, intending to bring death and decay to the figure bathed in Light.
"You ca from dust, and to dust you shall return..."
The stars shone brightly, their rising and falling voices seed to announce and lant.
Tens of thousands of bones and departed souls given new life instantly turned to dust, scattering softly.
Perceiving the danger, the stars imdiately accelerated the process of "Crowning," and urgently chanted in unison:
"Let there be lights in the heavens to divide day from night, to serve as signs, to mark seasons, days, and years..."
The golden "Divine Scripture" rustled as its pages turned, and the dim stars beca incomparably brilliant, the world, once faded, beca vibrant and vivid, as the blazing white flow of light continuously poured through the Hole at the center toward the figure on the Throne, nurturing increasingly powerful Divine Power.
The ally’s offensive was repeatedly thwarted, and Zarvan, unable to sit still any longer, finally acted.
He promptly drew a Golden Sword engraved with Persian script from the Magic Circle Diagram, eliciting the Divine Fire filled with Ti Authority, and swung it forward, distorting both ti and space:
"I am the strongest God, the Praised One, the Master of Light, the Father of Flas, I grant the enemy the Thousand Blade Lights!"
Sensing the danger, the stars in the void also ignited with dazzling brilliance, and countless spectral images within the starlight shouted in unison:
"O God, arise, scatter your foes!"
"Boom!"
The void shook, and the stars swayed and fell.
The grand Holy Temple completely collapsed, the pure white Throne shattered into fragnts.
Yet in the midst of the swirling dust, a silver-haired, violet-eyed figure stood majestically.
At so unknown ti, each of the five fingers on his right hand was adorned with a shining golden Ring.
Within them, seemingly contained infinite Light and Divinity.
"It’s my turn..."
With a low voice, he slowly raised his right hand forward, making a gesture of a virtual grip:
"Ring of One—Phanes Fire Sword Path..."
In an instant, the essence of golden fla light in his hand transford into a burning Giant Sword, igniting the entire starry sky behind him.
As he swung the Giant Sword forward, an endless flood of light shot out in all directions.
Deafening rumblings erupted, space shattered like a mirror, and the concept of ti ceased to exist.
Purge everything, cleanse everything, burn everything to ashes!
It was as if a destructive Giant God was descending upon this filthy Mortal World, bringing the final Chapter of doom.
Danger!
Just one glance brought a sudden sense of unrest within the chests of the four Origin Gods.
"—Primordial Water, chaos of all!"
Nun was the first to activate his Divine Origin, summoning endless "Primordial Chaos Water," attempting to use elental restraint to counter the strike.
However, under the overwhelming disparity, such restraint was re talk without substance.
"Boom!"
The Fla Sword landed in the deep blue sea world, causing the Divine Realm constructed from Divine Origin to instantly collapse. Nun himself spewed a mouthful of gold-blue Divine Blood, staggering and falling.
A single blow to severely wound one Origin God?
Enzambi, Shiva, and Zarvan were horrified upon witnessing this.
anwhile, the low voice resounded again amid the ruins of the Holy Temple:
"Ring of Two—Orlog Reverse Canal/Creation Light Years..."
The silver-grey fingertips pierced the weave of ti and space, as boiling chaos tides collapsed into streams of light flowing backward, rising behind this Origin God like a luminous Crown. Each stream of light contained the silhouette of a "Fated Finality":
In different ti and space futures, Enzambi, Shiva, and Zarvan, along with the Pantheon of Gods behind them, were either pierced by sharp swords, consud by flas, or frozen by ice...
Each one was an inevitable fatal calamity.
In a blink, all prophecies were slted in the reverse flow, transford into incandescent Creation Liquid, with billions of light streams taking the form of thorns spearing out from behind Luo En, sweeping across the Sea of Chaos like a paint brush, tearing the chaotic tide along the absolute ti axis into boiling Lun Runes, etching the coordinates of the end.
The foremost Enzambi, Shiva, and Zarvan felt a tingling sensation on their scalps, instinctively activating their Authorities to counteract.
The pitch-black bone spikes transford into long spears shooting forward, using death to obliterate equivalent death;
The flashing Thunderbolts coalesced into Tridents, violently shredding the fated prophecy of doom;
Fierce flas erupted from the sword blades, like torches illuminating the night, each flalight bearing the radiant brilliance of the stars, dispersing their own catastrophe with Light.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The soundwaves, akin to supernova explosions, collapsed in the reverse flow into whale songs, shattering millions of light streams’ "Fatal Conclusion," and breaking the unavoidable fatal calamities, welcoming hope for life.
The aftermath of the explosion ford a spiral paradox amidst the stars, with space half ink-black like paint, half bright as a blazing sun.
Yet, there were thousands upon thousands of light streams, and their offensive was far from over.
Countless Magic Circle Diagrams, large and small, interlocked and shed before Luo En, like tightly rotating gears.
Dense and innurable.
Subsequently, layers of Light Runes pulsated, with compressed Magic Flow, like countless cots, shooting forward in unison.
Swish swish swish swish!
Imdiately, the blazing arcs dragged long fla tails, piercing the gloomy sky of the world.
The sharp howls, like the universe’s lantations;
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