I can find treasures in my dreams.

One minute later.

Chongyan, the venerable one of the Mountain Rock Civilization, saw the Dream King suddenly launch a massive attack.

This three-headed, ten-armed giant ape had a giant spear burning with faint golden flames in each of its giant hands.

It swung its arms repeatedly, throwing out one giant spear after another.

Each giant spear, once unleashed, vanishes instantly, leaping to a point one kilometer from the Ice God's rooftop before crashing headlong into it.

Wherever the giant spear passed, it left a faint trail of burning flames, and the space itself was severely distorted.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The deafening roars were earth-shattering.

The enormous Ice God Terrace, along with the Holy Heaven Palace, was completely engulfed in flames.

Chongyan swallowed hard several times as he watched.

The Venerable One thought to himself that if he were in Valata's position, without the help of a powerful supernatural device like the Holy Heaven Palace, he would probably have had a hard time stopping this round of violent attacks.

The Dream King is truly powerful!

One second later.

The flames that filled the sky dissipated.

As expected of the Venerable One's lair, the Holy Heaven Palace withstood the impact thanks to its accumulated profound world power, and its exterior remained undamaged.

However, it can be seen that some of the green plants planted on the ground inside the palace are leaning to one side or have lost all their leaves, which is obviously the result of the impact.

at this time.

Chongyan glanced at Valata, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Suddenly, the strange-looking guillotine appeared behind Valata.

Valata, however, was completely unaware, focusing solely on manipulating the world power of the Holy Heaven Palace to prepare for the next wave of attacks.

He understood perfectly well that the powerful attack launched by the Dream King just now was to cover the guillotine's entry into the Ice God's Terrace.

Although he didn't understand how the Dream King had accomplished this astonishing feat, the enemy had succeeded.

Without hesitation, Chongyan made a decision: "Go! We must leave immediately!"

He knew perfectly well that Varata was completely beyond saving.

Even if he joined forces with another Venerable, Kasyapa, and attacked the Dream King with all his might, there was not the slightest chance to save Varata's life.

In this situation, once the Dream King has defeated Valata, he will likely make himself his next target.

So if not now, when?

Chongyan abruptly activated a spatial artifact, transforming his body into a glass-like sculpture.

"Oh!"

The glass shattered into pieces.

Chongyan had vanished without a trace.

The Venerable Kasyapa of the Far Sky Civilization left a moment earlier than Chongyan.

Among those at the Venerable level, there is absolutely no fool; when faced with danger, they all run faster than anyone else.

And on the other side.

On the Ice God Terrace.

Valata gripped the World Crystal that controlled the power of the world, somewhat optimistic about the current situation: "I expect that after two or three more rounds, the Dream King will be unable to deal with the Holy Heavenly Palace, and it will most likely give up."

He gazed at the three-headed, ten-armed giant ape in the ink painting from afar, vaguely feeling that something was amiss, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

The Venerable One was still unaware that his senses had been completely distorted by the throne and scepter, and even his primordial spirit had been clouded.

This is a very terrible tactic.

Two seconds passed.

The giant ape suddenly made a strange gesture, extending its two giant arms in a "slashing down" motion.

Valata felt a chill run down his spine and immediately mobilized more world power to prepare for defense.

next second.

He finally had a strange feeling and subconsciously turned around to look behind him.

The sight that came into view horrified Varata to the extreme.

The guillotine suddenly appeared behind him, the blade already raised high, poised to strike.

The strangest thing is that many indistinct sounds are coming from the guillotine.

"This is not fair!"

"We are not untouchables!"

"Fight for equality! We vow to overthrow this unjust world!" "The Holy Heavenly Palace is the root of all injustice; we must destroy it!"

This moment.

Valata suddenly realized that this seemed to be the legendary "weapon of willpower".

This is an extremely rare secret technique at the level of law, and those who master it are one in ten thousand.

Simply put, it involves using the collective wishes of millions of individuals, collecting them through incredible means, and then forging them into a weapon of willpower.

The guillotine before him was undoubtedly a weapon of willpower specially crafted for him.

Countless impoverished people suffer from the oppression of the three-class system, and their greatest wish is to break it down.

As the power center of the Ice Soul Civilization, the Holy Heaven Palace naturally became the symbol of the three-tier system. He was the master of the Holy Heaven Palace, and the will represented by the guillotine was bound to be directed at him.

According to rumors, the Willpower Weapon has a terrifying attribute—eternal lock-on.

To put it simply, no matter what you do or where you escape to, you can't break free from the lock.

However, Valata made a last-ditch effort, performing a short-distance teleportation at top speed.

But the guillotine moved past him as if by magic, getting closer and closer.

Valata then mobilized the power of the world, condensing it into more than a dozen world shields in an attempt to block the guillotine.

But the guillotine pierced the shield of the world effortlessly and drew ever closer.

Valata realized he had done something stupid.

The guillotine represents the will and power of countless poor people. Each poor person is essentially a part of the power of the world, and the power of the world naturally has no effect on them.

Valata was still not satisfied. He activated the power of the Ice God Terrace, dragging himself into the mirror, trying to isolate himself from the guillotine in space.

But this had no effect.

The guillotine flashed and then appeared in the mirror.

Subsequently.

Something terrible happened.

Within the two parallel mirrors, countless Varatas and countless guillotines appeared.

By this time, the guillotine was less than three meters away from Walata.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Equality! Equality!"

The shouts roared like a torrent, and the guillotine emitted a tremendous attraction.

Despite Valata's physique exceeding 1.5 points, he still couldn't resist the attraction and his head was sucked towards the blade.

He struggled frantically, but the attraction grew stronger, and the magical power of will held him firmly beneath the blade.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Countless voices rang out.

Countless guillotines fell, instantly multiplying the damage by a thousandfold.

In the final moments, Varata realized that he had made another huge mistake.

If it didn't enter the mirror, perhaps the guillotine wouldn't be so terrifying.

Unfortunately, it's all too late to turn back.

This venerable one still did not realize that his senses and spirit were obscured, causing him to make repeated misjudgments.

After a while.

The seemingly unsharp blade sliced ​​through Varata's neck as easily as cutting tofu.

This is not over yet.

Valata's soul was also locked by the guillotine.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

His soul was also cleaved apart.

The Venerable Varata has thus passed away.

*
In an ink painting scroll.

Yang Fan watched as Valata's head was chopped off, then turned to Zhao Xiaoying and smiled, "I really didn't expect him to voluntarily enter the mirror."

Zhao Xiaoying stared intently at Varata's corpse, too shocked to speak.

Only now did she truly realize just how powerful her partner was. (End of Chapter)