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Chapter 573 The Final Battle

The phantom of the dragon god seemed to be infused with a soul and faith. One of its dragon claws suddenly solidified, carrying the supreme domineering power to tear apart eras and reshape order, and fiercely swung out towards the mysterious god king!
This claw strike is no longer a soul skill; it is an echo of history, as if the Dragon God has traversed countless ages... a true strike!
Space was no longer shattered, but forcibly erased! The universe descended into chaos, groaning and retreating before this absolute power!
"Open! Annihilation of the End." Faced with this genuine Dragon God Claw that transcends time and space, the mysterious God King's expression changed, his eyes narrowed, and his voice was devoid of any emotion. As he raised his hand, a ball of darkness that was so deep as to be almost impenetrable condensed in his palm.

That was no ordinary darkness, but rather contained the primordial power of the universe's end—decay, destruction, and annihilation. The three images of ending intertwined and flowed within it, and wherever the sphere of light passed, even the concept of time and space dissolved.

The next second, the dragon god's claw, spanning countless ages, collided violently with the annihilation sphere symbolizing the end of the universe—

"boom!!!"

There was no sound, and no light.

The center of the collision was reduced to absolute nothingness, and time and space lost their meaning at that moment. The shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread out in a ring, turning the mountains, rivers, palaces, and pavilions of the divine realm into the most basic particles wherever it passed. The sea god and the evil god, who were watching the battle, had to use all their divine power to protect themselves, but they were still forced to retreat repeatedly by the shockwave.

However, this was merely the aftermath.

The true might of the Dragon God is now being revealed! That giant claw, which embodies the faith of all beasts and the will of the ancient times, is like a divine blade that cuts through eras. Wherever its sharpness goes, all the heavens and myriad realms tremble!
As the dragon's claw descended, a rift spanning the entire galaxy was violently torn open in the heavens of the divine realm. Beyond the rift, countless stars, like fragile glass, were gently swept by the residual light of the claw's edge and silently split in two, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors.

"boom--!!!"

The indescribable roar was like the first thunderclap at the dawn of creation; the violent sound waves transformed into a tangible impact, shattering even the distant galaxy. Under this double bombardment, which surpassed the comprehension of the gods, an ancient interstellar galaxy was instantly reduced to ashes, like a painting thrown into flames, returning to eternal annihilation, as if thrown into flames.

Boom boom boom!
The muffled footsteps echoed with unusual clarity amidst the absolute destructive roar. The figure of the god-king, who came from eternity and transcended all heavens, was actually forced to retreat repeatedly by this domineering power originating from the ancient past! Each step shattered a large area of ​​spacetime behind him, leaving behind unhealable void footprints.

Although the Dragon God's Claw failed to truly harm the God King's essence, it successfully forced him back!

The light of destruction gradually dimmed, revealing the figure of the God-King. He wore a cloak seemingly woven from eternal darkness, beneath which lay not a face, but two slowly pulsating, dark red lights, like solidified seas of blood. An aura of boundless depth and terror emanated from them; their mere existence was enough to annihilate the soul of a first-level deity.

However, Tang San didn't care what the God King looked like. Just as the Dragon God Claw collided with the End of Annihilation, attracting all eyes and senses with its earth-shattering impact, the Rakshasa Martial Soul behind him opened its Netherworld Maw and swallowed up all seven struggling and wailing Godhood Light Orbs!

The crimson Rakshasa divine power surged and roared like boiling lava, forcibly refining and decomposing the seven divine positions within it, transforming them into the purest primal power that surged wildly into the depths of the Rakshasa Martial Soul. The Martial Soul's form was undergoing a fundamental transformation, and a ferocious aura that even God-Kings would take notice of was rising at an unprecedented speed!
The devouring is complete! Evolution begins now!
The already ferocious Rakshasa phantom seemed to transform into a gaping maw of an abyss, starving for millennia. The dark red ghostly hand did not stop due to the God King's intervention. Instead, under the cover of the energy storm, it gripped the seven struggling divine light orbs with even greater ferocity!
"No—! This is my divine position! My faith!" A third-level deity's soul cried out in despair within the ball of light. His divine position, like ice thrown into a furnace, began to melt rapidly at the edges, turning into wisps of pure divine power that were greedily absorbed by the Rakshasa demon hand. "Devour! It's devouring our divine power source!" Another priest's ball of light flickered violently, attempting to self-destruct his divine position in a desperate attempt to perish together with his opponent, only to find that even this final struggle was firmly suppressed by an even more domineering Rakshasa divine power.

The process of devouring is not a peaceful absorption, but a brutal crushing and plundering!
The divine position representing the vitality of plants was invaded by the deathly aura of the Rakshasa, its emerald light rapidly dimming and decaying, eventually disintegrating into the most basic life energy; the divine position symbolizing the pulse of the earth groaned under the grip of the ghostly hand, its thick, earthy yellow radiance forcibly extracted; the divine position containing the law of light and shadow attempted to escape at top speed, but was imprisoned by the omnipresent Rakshasa domain, like a moth caught in a spider web, its divinity being stripped away bit by bit.

This was a long-planned power grab!

The seven divine positions have now become nourishment for the Rakshasa Martial Soul.

The Rakshasa, which had long since perished, seemed to be reborn through the martial spirit. Its eyes were blood red, and its dark red Rakshasa divine power was like a boiling sea of ​​blood, frantically sweeping the torrent of divine power that had been forcibly decomposed into its center.

The Rakshasa Martial Soul's form was violently twisting and expanding. Its originally illusory body became solid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and complex and eerie dark gold demonic patterns began to appear on its surface. Those demonic patterns seemed to have a life of their own, writhing and emitting a heart-palpitating devouring power.

On both sides of its head, a ferocious structure resembling dragon horns slowly protruded, yet it was also entwined with ghostly energy. Seven tiny gems, representing the devoured divine positions, lit up in turn, only to be quickly covered and assimilated by a deeper dark red.

As the last wisp of divine essence was completely absorbed, the Rakshasa Martial Soul let out a silent roar to the sky! A new divine might, a mixture of various laws yet governed by "devouring" and "death," swept out like a storm! The strength of this pressure even temporarily diluted the oppressive feeling brought by the distant God King!
Tang San's cultivation was completely unleashed, and the power that had been dormant for a hundred years finally began to break through and rapidly improve!
Level 3 God, Level 2 God, straight to Level 1 God!

Tang San felt the unprecedentedly powerful feedback from his martial soul. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at the God King who was shrouded in a cloak. However, Tang San only glanced at the God King. In the next instant, Tang San's speed was even faster than light. He appeared in front of a second-level god as if he had teleported!

Almost at the same instant he vanished from his spot, he appeared silently before the deity, who was shrouded in a ghastly green mist and exuded an aura of decay and misfortune, as if by magic.

There was no fluctuation in space, no gap in time, as if he was meant to stand there all along.

Tang San calmly gazed at the god before him who controlled plague and poison. Facing the poisonous domain surrounding the other, which was powerful enough to wither stars and decay gods, his cold question clearly pierced through layers of poisonous miasma: "You are the god who controls plague and poison?"

(End of this chapter)