The Last King Of Darkness

Asa frantically flipped through the pages, trying to use the power of prophecy to find the cause and solution, but before him was only endless darkness: "No, no, this isn’t possible, how could this happen? Why would this happen?"

Asa suddenly lifted his head, and he saw, the entire high-level Spirit Realm shrouded in darkness, twelve infinite giant shadows appeared on the infinitely distant horizon, a kind of unimaginable vibration spreading at a height unimaginable Position.

"Is... is this the fallen Primordial God?"

At the same time, Rod also saw those twelve towering phantom shadows, and he instantly knew, that was the avatar phantoms of the Primordial God, the origin power of the Black Fog, that infinite twisting, distortion, chaos, pollution, terror, instantly overwhelmed his consciousness, this was a supreme spiritual power, the will of the fallen Primordial God, the will of the Black Fog God, it would stop any existence attempting to step into the eternal True King.

And above this will, there was an even more colossal and terrifying will, it illuminated the heavens and covered the universe, the terrifying sea of pollution it stirred submerged the Three Realms, deep within Rod’s soul, the instinct formed by the invisible Spirit told him, this was the fallen Primordial Divine King Atos, this immeasurably colossal will, like a heavy hammer formed by countless universes, smashed his will to pieces.

At this moment, Rod’s last awareness finally understood why when the third Master of Dreams figured it out, they opened up the Dreamlord Path, why when multiple Masters of Dreams took over, the Dream Realm was either complete or relatively complete, yet until the ninth Master of Dreams, no True King was born, why that era of strong Fire Epoch could only temporarily become a True King through sacrifice.

It turns out, they would face such horror at this final moment.

Is it over?

In this unprecedented impact, Rod’s will turned into a myriad of particles, yet, his thoughts did not stop, his mind continued, a mysterious force was maintaining his existence, an incredibly strange flash appeared in his soul, in this unimaginable instant, Rod was like a sharp knife piercing through this immeasurable will, an extremely distorted sharp scream instantly drowned the world, the deep chaotic sound reverberated in space: "External Spirit, supreme soul, without mark but with seal, this isn’t possible..."

An even more potent force broke through the Plane and Position’s limitations, trying to invade this conscious space, but the entire Sea of Source suddenly became more violent, all resistance instantly turned to that force, trying to push it out, dull roaring echoed in this special space, terrifying cracks spread on the membrane between Quantification and no Quantization, under such forceful impact, this unknown force retreated, the immeasurable mighty silhouette gradually dissipated, its influence, weakening.

Yet at the same time, a completely unreasonable powerful black tide suddenly surged, with an extraordinarily strong posture, broke open the human lines, shattered the walls of the Royal City, and rushed towards the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground urgently.

Solos frantically yelled: "Stop it, don’t let it near the Holy Fire! This is a disturbance to the True King Ceremony, it’s the counterattack of the Black Fog, it must be stopped!"

The Primordial Warriors charged forward without hesitation, but this black tide was too powerful, at least quasi-King Level strength was needed to pierce through, but the quasi-Kings were all in the True King Ceremony, they were Rod’s Source Carriers, helping Rod charge towards the True King, how could they spare themselves?

Boom boom boom!

All the Spiritual Power Railguns at this moment aimed at this black tide, countless blobs of light with long tail trails blasted into it, the intense white light almost covered the world, yet couldn’t stop it, high-rank War Magic Statues rushed up, with supreme protective form they were indestructible, but the black tide directly pierced through their core, causing the special Spiritual Power Field to dissipate, that supreme protective form instantly deactivated, indestructible War Magic Statues became like tofu dregs, unable to support even their own weight, collapsing instantly into a pile of ruins.

Solos desperately shouted: "It’s over..."

However, just at that moment, a flash of light splitting the sky struck down, intercepting the entire black tide into two sections, a knight in green armor stepped through the air, raising the Great Sword in his hand again.

A Primordial Warrior shouted happily: "It’s Lord Alan, it’s his Holy White Great Sword!"

Slash!

The sword light once more split the black tide, countless monster remnants fell from the sky, quickly turning to ashes.

The shattered black tide had completely lost its threat, but this action seemed to have angered the Black Fog, the remaining black tide launched a fierce attack on Alan, Alan put away the Holy White Great Sword, drew the Indestructible Rainbow Light with his left hand, and raised the Radiant Great Shield with his right hand, battling together with these countless monsters, the shining rainbow light traversed the dark soul, annihilating corrupted existence one by one, while the radiant shield completely blocked the frantic monsters, this final counterattack also caused no harm to Alan.

Solos was both surprised and delighted, shouting wildly: "Warriors, support him!" Raising his hand, he sent an invisible Destruction Ripple, turning countless monsters instantly to dust, followed by more Primordial Warriors joining the fight, quickly exterminating this black tide.

The fatal threat thus vanished without a trace.