Chapter 1815 - 984: Prologue to the Abyss Blood Battle (2)
The purest Origin Power in this space flows quietly, allowing one to hear the subtle hum of energy.
At the core of this space stands the towering World Tree Yggdrasil, reaching towards the sky.
At this moment, the trunk of the World Tree, which had long been marked by black and purple scars eroded by the Power of Abyssal Destruction, appeared like living venomous snakes.
They twisted and writhed, the originally stagnant black and purple lines became increasingly active, spreading crazily upwards along the trunk’s pattern like a tide.
Where the Power of Abyssal Destruction passed, the once lustrous and green bark instantly lost its luster, becoming dry and cracked, as if all life had been drained from it.
Lis clearly sensed that the Abyssal Power on the World Tree was expanding at a terrifying speed.
This situation was as though it had been supplemented by some mysterious power, and the originally faint aura of destruction suddenly became violent and oppressive, like a giant beast abruptly awakening from slumber.
In just an instant, the black and purple erosion swept over one-third of the World Tree’s body.
It extended from the stout trunk to the branching boughs, even climbing up to the leaf veins, staining the originally green leaves into a dim black and purple, the leaf edges began to curl and wither, falling down in droves.
The World Tree swayed violently, its stout branches creaking with heavy groans, as if enduring unbearable pain.
The low tremor spread throughout the entire Origin Space, like a lament from the World Tree.
Hearing this made Lis’s heart tighten, an overpowering sense of helplessness surged within.
And at this critical moment, the colorful light streams surrounding the World Tree suddenly became more urgent.
These light streams seemed to sense the crisis of the World Tree, transforming into strands of colorful ribbons, surging madly toward the World Tree’s body.
Countless colorful light streams converged into a mighty torrent of energy, rushing into the eroded trunk, engaging in fierce opposition with the black and purple Abyssal Power.
The two forces clashed violently inside the body of the World Tree, emitting a dull roaring sound.
The Gaia Origin Power acted as a solid barrier, stubbornly resisting the erosion of the Abyssal Power, pushing the black and purple lines back little by little.
It managed to barely contain the momentum of the Abyssal Power’s spread, preserving the remainder of the World Tree’s body.
But this confrontation was not over.
The Abyssal Power not fully restrained spread out from the wounds of the World Tree like escaping black mist.
It resembled a massive black spider web, diffusely spreading toward the surrounding Origin Space.
Where the black mist passed, the originally clear chaos aura became muddy and dark, space barriers raised fine cracks, becoming oppressive and terrifying.
It’s here!
All that happened to the World Tree Yggdrasil was witnessed by Lis.
Lis subconsciously felt worried, seeing that the World Tree was once again severely eroded.
This must be the arrangement of Demon Prince Demogorgon, preparing for the Abyss Blood Battle?
Lis did not notice any new space channels being opened, connecting to the World Tree, then why did the Power of Abyssal Destruction on the World Tree suddenly grow so strong?
Is it because of the fall of Elf Main God Correlon?
Lis could not be certain.
But now, the most important thing is to first determine what consequences will follow after the World Tree is eroded again.
Lis flashed out of the Magic Workshop, appearing atop the highest Magic Tower of Kane Floating City.
His Magic Robe was whipped by the howling wind, the hems fluttering fiercely in the force, creating a flapping noise.
He slightly lifted his head, looking at the sky overhead, his brows unconsciously furrowed, a sense of heaviness and vigilance surged in his eyes.
On a normal day, the sky above Kane Floating City was always a clear and pure blue, with sunlight streaming through the clouds, casting a warm glow over this city floating in the air.
But now, the familiar blue had completely vanished, swallowed by an inky blackness that couldn’t be dispersed.
The wind, carrying a bone-chilling coldness, wildly swept through the Floating City.
On the pitch-black sky, ferocious blood-red cracks continuously spread and expanded, like being torn open by an invisible giant hand, thick blood-red flowed out from the cracks, staining the surrounding darkness.
The shade of blood, like the blood flowing from the sky after being forcefully ripped apart, is startling to behold.
Deep within the cracks, twisted shadows can be seen writhing, exuding a suffocating abyssal aura.
The chilling atmosphere spreads like an invisible tide, permeating every corner of the Floating City.
Even the Magic Elements in the air seem to become agitated, darting about wildly.
The people within Kane Floating City similarly stare in shock at this scene, unaware of what is happening.
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Endless Abyss,
In the space where the Endless Abyss Will resides, there is no light, no sound, only a thick and suffocating darkness and evil.
The silhouette of Demon Prince Demogorgon stands silently in this dead stillness, his body covered with grotesque scales flowing with dark abyssal brilliance, each inch of his skin emitting a heart-palpitating evil aura.
There is no trace of any living being in this space.
Aside from him, only the dense malice emitted by the Abyss Will itself, almost solidifying.
Even the air seems tinged with gray-black, the breath carries the taste of decay and destruction.
Correlon’s corpse lies quietly in front of Demogorgon.
Once a symbol of the sun and life, the Elf Main God, now has long lost its former glory.
His golden hair has lost its luster, becoming dry, his Divine Robe torn into fragments, covered with wounds deep enough to reveal bone, each scar lingering with the erosion traces of Abyss Destruction Power.
At this moment, Correlon’s body is ablaze with eerie black-purple flames.
Those flames have no warmth but instead exude a bone-chilling coldness.
The flames flicker with a subtle sizzling sound, as if Correlon’s Divine Power, Divinity, Divine Position, everything of existence is being torn, burnt bit by bit.
The black-purple flames slowly spread along Correlon’s body, from his fingertips to the center of his eyebrows, from his limbs to his torso.
For every inch that burns, a wisp of intensely dense Abyss Destruction Power separates from the flame.
Immediately, this strand of Abyss Destruction Power, as if guided by an invisible force, dissipates slowly along the flickering of the flames into the darkness, silently heading to some mysterious unknown place.
Demogorgon remains silent throughout, slightly raising his hands, a faint black-purple halo gathering in his palms, seemingly guiding the flow of this destruction power.
His gaze is cold and focused, fixed intensely on Correlon’s burning corpse.
Within that gaze, a trace of greed and anticipation hides, as though admiring a perfect offering, or awaiting an inevitable moment.
As time progresses, Correlon’s body grows thinner while the black-purple flames burn stronger.
Finally, when the last strand of the body is devoured by the black-purple flames, Correlon’s corpse is completely burnt to ash.
Leaving behind only a weak wisp of gold light symbolizing the remnants of divinity, which flickers briefly in the darkness before being utterly consumed by the abyss’ malice.
Only then does Demogorgon slowly lower his hands, his tense frame slightly relaxing.
In Demogorgon’s gaze, the uncontained excitement and ambition erupt like a volcano, with a twisted and frenzied smile curling at his lips.
His consciousness, following the veins of abyssal power, extends to the distant Gaia World.
There, throughout the world, are countless abyssal brands he had laid down in advance.
These abyssal brands, like sleeping vipers, are now slowly awakening under the nourishment and influence of abyssal power.
Demogorgon can clearly feel those abyssal brands continually gathering strength, like a vast, invisible web encasing the entire Gaia World.
It won’t be long before all the power of the brands reaches its peak, and the Demon’s Gates scattered across Gaia World will open one by one.
Demogorgon’s low and fervent laughter gradually echoes, resounding through the endless darkness, carrying a chilling malice and excitement.
"The feast is about to begin!"