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"As for how not to get swallowed whole... that depends on your own abilities."

Baal's voice disappeared, but He had left a sufficiently clear message for Chen Guan.

"I'll do it."

Chen Guan's voice shattered the deathly silence in the group.

"Have you forgotten how you were ejected just now?" Long Ao didn't approve of Chen Guan's choice; he didn't want Chen Guan to take any risks.

"The past is the past, the present is the present." Chen Guan shook his head. This might be another opportunity for him to increase his strength, so how could he miss it?

"My method may not be the best, but it's definitely feasible. Trust me."

After he finished speaking, he ignored everyone and turned to walk towards the edge of the golden light screen.

An Changqing called out to the figure with its back turned.

"Chen Guan, what do you need us to do?"

Chen Guan did not turn around: "Let's play it by ear. I trust your judgment."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped out of the golden light barrier.

The moment he stepped out of the light curtain, that immense will found its outlet, and an invisible wave surged toward him, the only alien being.

The team members' hearts were in their throats, and Shan Heng was so nervous that his jaw was chattering.

Chen Guan raised his right hand, and the dark mark on his palm began to glow. The eerie black lines came to life, climbing and spreading from his palm, engulfing his entire arm and shoulder.

The muscles in that arm bulged, and the skin took on an inhumanly dark color.

Chen Guan raised his arm, which had been completely demonized, and stretched it out towards the distant, collapsed bone throne.

The entire battlefield trembled, and the frozen dark red light in the sky began to flash.

The lingering spiritual echoes emanating from countless skeletons converged into an invisible torrent, silent yet carrying a terrifying pressure that could tear the soul apart, crashing towards the outstretched arm of the coffin.

The golden light screen was shaken violently by the sound wave and was on the verge of shattering.

Chen Guan's body remained motionless under the impact of the torrent. He was expressionless, except for his demonized arm, where the dark patterns burst forth with a blinding dark light the moment they came into contact with the torrent of will.

In the light, those patterns came to life completely.

They twisted, wriggled, and intertwined, transforming into hungry beasts that tore and devoured the invisible will, yet under the crushing force of immense power, they emitted a mournful cry of impending collapse, being torn apart inch by inch.

The arm, covered in dark patterns, was disintegrating at an alarming rate.

His skin peeled off like cracked mud, and the dark red muscle tissue was immediately ground into powder by the torrent of will, exposing his stark white finger bones directly to the blood-red sky.

"His arm is disappearing! Huo Qixing, stabilize the barrier!"

Qin Wu roared and poured all his energy into the golden magic array beneath his feet, trying to relieve the pressure on Huo Qixing.

Huo Qixing's face was ashen, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, evaporating into white vapor the moment they hit the ground.

"Captain, the intensity of this will is soaring."

An Changqing frowned, his gaze rapidly shifting between the swaying figure of Chen Guan and the distant skeletal throne.

"We can't just wait around." He spoke in a deep voice, his tone terrifyingly calm: "If Chen Guan relies on his own strength to withstand it, he will be worn down to death. We must distract this will."

Su Yuehe nodded and added, "Changqing is right. The core of the spiritual imprint is on the throne. Attacking that place will definitely disrupt it."

Qin Wu nodded in agreement: "Everyone, listen to my command. Use your strongest ranged attacks. Target: the throne."

"receive!"

"clear!"

The Huaqing team members responded immediately.

"Come!"

Long Ao roared and was the first to step forward. His arm muscles bulged and his burning crimson aura was compressed to the extreme and gathered at his fist.

"Watch me blast it to smithereens!"

Before he finished speaking, his fist, which contained all his strength, was already thrown out from a distance. A huge crimson fist wind flew out of his hand, like a roaring meteorite, tearing through the air and heading straight for the throne.

Following closely behind, An Changqing's sword energy intertwined with the various superpowers of his teammates, forming an energy torrent that surged upwards, following the force of their fists, and fiercely slammed into the evil throne built from countless bones.

Boom!

A deafening explosion ripped through the deathly silent battlefield.

The entire crimson space trembled violently as the Bone Throne was struck head-on by the energy surge, sending countless shattered bones billowing into the sky amidst black smoke and dust.

The terrifying will that was crushing Chen Guan paused for a moment when the throne was attacked.

It was this brief moment of respite that allowed Chen Guan to pull back the demonic arm that had been almost ground to bone.

He staggered back two steps, then knelt on the ground, panting heavily, as if exhausted. On his left arm, where the wound had been worn down to the bone, new flesh was wriggling and regenerating at an eerie speed.

Create and regenerate, exert stable efforts.

"efficient!"

Long Ao shouted excitedly.

Before his excited shouts had even subsided, the ground of the entire battlefield began to shake violently, and the frozen dark red light in the sky flickered wildly.

Qin Wu, Long Ao, and the others' expressions changed drastically. The solidified spiritual pressure was like thousands of mountains, crashing down on everyone without any obstruction.

The weaker team members didn't even have time to groan before they collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and instantly lost consciousness. A blue teleportation beam flashed, sending them away.

Those who survived saw black smoke beginning to gather above the ruins of the throne.

A blurry black shadow, obscuring the sky, slowly took shape.

It was still the familiar phantom of the chicken-winged demon god, and Astaroth's will echoed, completely enraged.

"Hehehe..."

Baal's gloating laughter echoed in Chen Guan's mind: "Congratulations, you've messed up, kid."

Chen Guan raised his head and stared intently at the phantom of the demon god in the sky, which was purely composed of will, without any fear in his eyes.

Because he could sense the pure spiritual energy emanating from the core of that illusory figure.

mine.

These are all mine.

"Chen Guan, retreat immediately!"

An Changqing's anxious voice came through as he brandished his longsword, struggling to clear a space for the coffin under the oppressive force of crushing bones.

Chen Guan ignored the shouts behind him.

He slowly stood up, and his newly regenerated left arm was once again covered by dark lines.

This time, the lines spread faster and more grotesquely, covering half of his body in the blink of an eye.

He raised his head, meeting those scarlet eyes that could make even the gods tremble, and took a step forward.

"I've been waiting for you for so long."