Apotheosis

Pascal waved a hand, causing a shallow whirlpool to appear within the black sphere in his right hand.

As he extracted the power of the Abyss Demon Region, the plain that had been illuminated by the sword light began to dim again.

But Pascal knew that he could only suppress the light and not the power of the sword light.

The energy in the black sphere surged as he pushed gently with his right hand.

It rippled like countless tangled black snakes and headed straight for the sword light.

Pascal thought Rocher's sword strike to be powerful, but the black energy would still absorb it.

But the moment the black energy met the sword radiance, something strange happened.

The golden sword light melted while the black energy kept extending. The golden light turned into something that resembled a spider's web and wrapped the black energy into its folds. It then moved towards Pascal at an incredible speed.

By the time Pascal realized what was happening, the golden energy had already spread all over his body, its beams looking like a knitted net as they covered him.

The black energy within the net had frozen, and was no longer under Pascal's control.

Crack!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

"No!"

Pascal roared.

Samuel's voice boomed from outside the Mountain of Holy Beings at the same time. "That's impossible! I can control the Abyss Demon Region. How could its power be rendered useless so easily? And by a mere consummate True God!"

Pascal's black armor, along with his wings, cracked and fell apart, revealing his body. His face was filled with utter disbelief.

It was then that Zen pulled out a long sword and rushed towards Pascal.

Phew!

With a sound like that of a whistle, the blood jade necklace on Pascal's chest broke as the sword light flashed across it.

The blood jade necklace was only a soul weapon, and although it was given by a Yellow Emperor Guard, it had still been unable to withstand Zen's strike.

"Hurry up, now!"

Zen said. Before he could finish talking, No. 9527 had entered Pascal's mind.

Something that looked like a small bug lay at the back of Pascal's soul. It was the strand of soul from Samuel.

This was the third time that Samuel had encoun

now, Rocher's hand still gripped the sword handle tightly.

"My father is a little selfish," Zen murmured. Mike had predicted that this would happen when he had given the Soaring Snake Sword to Rocher. Mike knew Rocher would eventually sacrifice himself.

"With your talent, it will only take you a few decades to start over again and come back, and I will never let you die," Zen continued.

He then pulled the Soaring Snake Sword gently from Rocher's hand and put his broken arm into the space ring. He gazed calmly at the crowd and smiled before saying, "I know what the Yellow Emperor Guards have promised you."

At these words, the Soaring Snake Sword in Zen's hand shook and let out a clear, melodious sound.

Zen continued, trying to sound indifferent, "But Rocher will not die in vain. Eleven people have attacked him before and to them, I say, come out and offer your lives to the sword. This is what you have to pay for causing Rocher's death."

Many people's hearts skipped a beat at Zen's words.

In fact, when this group of people had rushed into the Mountain of Holy Beings, most of them had intended to kill Zen, Sword Chen, and Rocher.

Some had thought that their own strengths weren't powerful enough and had refrained from taking any action. Some others remained silent and decided to watch from the sidelines. Only a dozen people had attacked Rocher. Rocher had killed three of them and then, the remaining ten-odd people didn't dare make a move again.