Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 212 The Ancient Serpent is Never Satisfied
Ujat, the sun god, was the first to regain consciousness, but this also caused him the most harm.

Just a second ago, the true power of the sun flowed through his body. It was a massive celestial body called a star, a terrifying power that could be described as inexhaustible. Of course, his opponent was no less formidable. The being known as the God of Courage was an ancient demon god in the starry sky, who not only had endless tricks up his sleeve but also various secret courages that could give him unexpected surprises.

Yes, what a surprise!

Such a formidable opponent did not deter the sun god Ujat; on the contrary, Ujat felt fortunate—it was because of such an opponent that he could fully unleash his unparalleled strength and feel that he had become the true, eternal sun.

But now...

nothing left.

With no opponent and no power, that boundless might vanished without a trace in an instant—in just a moment, the eternal sun that traversed the starry sea returned to the weak, even severely injured, sun god Ujat.

The stark contrast between the two almost drove Ujat insane on the spot. He would rather die in the battle than face such a bleak reality.

"It's all gone, everything is gone..."

Ujat looked around in a daze, desperately wanting to relive that moment, even just for a moment, to return to that time when he possessed boundless power.

But at that moment, he suddenly realized that all the dark clouds were converging in one direction.

"It's...it's this!"

Almost instinctively, Ujat lunged towards the dark clouds.

At this moment, Ujat had already sensed that these dark clouds were the very thing that had just made him feel power. As long as he entered these clouds again, he could still feel that endless power. However, no matter how hard he chased, the dark clouds were faster than him. He couldn't even touch the edge of these clouds.

As he followed the direction of the clouds and mist, Ujat saw a figure that made him grit his teeth in hatred.

"It's you!"

The sun god Ujat was furious.

It was that warrior named Elias, the chosen champion of the god of courage. Before, it was this damned fool who stabbed him in the stomach with his sword—yes, at that time he couldn't beat this chosen champion, so he could only endure it.

And now, this damned beast has actually stolen his incomparably powerful strength!

"I'll kill you! Aaaaaaahh ...

At this moment, Ujat no longer cared whether he could win or not. He lunged forward with his claws outstretched, his every move completely chaotic—but at this moment, he didn't need any rules anymore. He just wanted to tear this beast that had taken everything from him apart, even if it was just a piece of flesh.

For a battle-hardened chosen champion, such an attack that has lost all reason is naturally useless.

So Elias simply kicked, and the sun god Ujat was stomped into the ground.

Elias could somewhat understand what it felt like to be the falcon-headed sun god, since he himself was also tormented by the feeling of losing everything—but compared to the falcon-headed sun god, he knew very well that it was all just an illusion brought about by the dark clouds, so he wasn't so crazy.

but……

"What exactly did this ancient snake do?"

Seeing that the almost boundless black clouds had now gathered at the location of the ancient serpent, Elias felt that his mind was not quite working properly.

The dark clouds that had gathered together had completely condensed into a liquid resembling ink, and this liquid was gradually becoming more and more viscous, on the verge of solidifying—clearly, these things, which were originally supposed to be the internal defense mechanism of this subspace, were now operating at their limit.

"This..." The viscous ink was drawn into threads, and even formed a cocoon.

Under an attack of that level, the ancient serpent would have absolutely no chance of surviving.

After all, this is not an attack in the conventional sense, but rather a continuous fulfillment of the victim's desires—which means that the victim will almost certainly become addicted to that fantasy, since no one can resist the true meaning of wish fulfillment.

If it weren't for the rune sword in his hand that could pierce the soul, Elias himself would probably be trapped here. This was an attack that directly targeted the soul, and if he couldn't withstand it, he would immediately be lost in that dark cloud.

As for the consequences of getting lost in the clouds and mist... Elias could probably guess that after being separated from the body, the shapeless soul would eventually dissipate and merge into the black mist, or even become a part of it.

But now.

That ancient snake is still alive.

The ancient serpent was still alive. After all, these pitch-black defensive mechanisms showed no signs of abating, which meant that even with the endless black fog concentrated here, the ancient serpent's soul had not been extinguished.

The fact that the soul was not obliterated means that the ancient serpent's needs have not yet been met.

"Even after all this, it's still not enough... What exactly does this ancient serpent want?"

Elias tried hard to think it through, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand what kind of insane demand the ancient serpent had made.

"To be able to achieve this level of skill..."

Elias was almost afraid to think about it any further.

In his vision, the once boundless, pitch-black fog finally coalesced into a single point.

It was a strange, transparent black crystal, so round it seemed as if it might drip water at any moment. At this moment, this strange crystal was gathering on the head of the ancient snake, even trying to squeeze into the snake's brow and burrow into its brain.

But at that very moment, the ancient snake suddenly opened its mouth.

The pitch-black crystal was swallowed in one gulp.

"The taste is indeed good, but it lacks the necessary aroma of fat, and there is room for improvement."

It was at this moment that the ancient serpent suddenly spoke.

"This time it's a mammoth... Hmm? Where is this?"

Looking around at the familiar surroundings, Du Yi suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had been transported to another world.

"I……"

After carefully observing his surroundings again, Du Yi finally came to his senses. Memories of the Netherworld, the phantom with a jackal's head, the crocodile-headed monster, and the thick black fog gradually surfaced from the depths of his mind.

However, besides that, another piece of information surfaced in Du Yi's mind.

That was news about the previous thick, dark fog.

That was news about the god of death.

(End of this chapter)