Wizard Immortal

Chapter 902 The Crimson Lord

The outermost edge of the world of natural disasters.

Looking at the several Lords of Calamity standing before him, the King of Earth Demons, his black robes billowing in the wind, slowly extended his hand with a faint smile on his face.

A hazy power began to emanate from his body, surging outwards in an instant.

At this moment, a vast primordial power surged forward, instantly bursting out and transforming into chains that rushed towards a certain Lord of Calamity.

A terrifying power roared, unleashed and erupted at this moment.

boom! !

Space was torn apart in an instant, and everything changed.

Standing still, the consciousness of the Cataclysmic World let out a mournful cry, as if sensing a threat, and began to roar.

Before them, the opponent chosen by the King of Earth Demons was none other than the first Lord of Calamity who had appeared earlier.

Among all the Lords of Calamity before us, this Lord of Calamity and the Lord of Annihilation who arrived later are the strongest, both having reached a level close to the peak of the seventh rank.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, these two beings pose the greatest threat to the incarnations of the gods.

At this moment, the King of Earth Demons made his move, directly targeting one of the two most troublesome beings.

Rain of light filled the air as the Demon King locked down the four corners of the world, severing this world from the outside world and forming a closed loop.

Being in it, the Lord of Calamity felt as if he had been abandoned by the world, experiencing a strong sense of terror and suffocation.

Power surged from all directions. At that moment, the Lord of Calamity took a deep breath and, without dodging, went straight to meet the figure of the Earth Demon King.

This time, the battle was not one-sided.

A terrifying power exploded in the void, and silently, ripples spread across it.

Within it, the figures of the Earth Demon King and the Lord of Calamity flickered and constantly intersected.

Standing high in the sky, watching the battle between the two sides, the Lords of Calamity were slightly taken aback.

In their sight, as the power of the Earth Demon King spread out, the surrounding laws were vaguely disturbed, and a prototype of a world was formed. At this moment, it roared and pressed forward with the power of the Earth Demon King, suppressing the Lord of Calamity.

This scene is undoubtedly terrifying, depicting a world in nothingness. The sight is both visually stunning and realistically breathtaking.

In this rudimentary, nascent world, the Lord of Calamity continued to make moves. Despite his terrifying power, which was close to the peak of the seventh rank, he was still unable to suppress the Earth Demon King.

The two sides fought in the void, evenly matched, constantly wearing each other down in that place.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the several calamity lords became solemn.

"Not just an eighth-tier saint, but a world lord?"

Observing the performance of the Earth Demon King and feeling the aura of authority emanating from him, the Lords of Calamities had solemn expressions and this thought flashed through their minds.

Then, they silently turned around, their gaze slowly fixed on the avatar of the natural disaster beside them.

At this very moment, in the place before them, apart from the previous Lord of Calamity, the strongest among them is this newly risen Lord of Annihilation.

So at that moment, their gazes instinctively turned towards it.

Under their gaze, the avatar of the natural disaster stood silently, his face soon covered by a bronze mask, making it impossible to see his specific expression. Only his eyes revealed a hint of fighting spirit.

He stood silently in the void, then looked down and gradually focused his gaze on the God of Destruction.

"I sense an aura of authority within you similar to mine."

A faint, hoarse voice echoed in the same spot.

In the void, the eyes of the avatar of the calamity gradually brightened, and it looked down at the God of Destruction, its eyes filled with intense fighting spirit.

"Is that so?"

Feeling the gaze of the avatar of natural disaster, the God of Destruction was somewhat surprised, but still managed a slight smile: "Perfect."

"I haven't stretched my muscles in a long time since that battle."

He gazed at the distant avatar of the natural disaster and spoke softly.

The next moment, his body vanished from its original spot and appeared in the void, facing the avatar of the calamity head-on.

A terrifying power roared, and under the divine gaze of both sides, two auras of destruction, different in nature but remarkably similar in essence, flickered, appearing on the two figures.

A destructive force was rising, vast and mighty, surging forward, its terrifying aura chilling to the bone.

"Another incarnation of an eighth-tier saint"

Gazing at the God of Destruction before them and sensing the aura emanating from him, the several Lords of Calamity present gasped in shock, at a loss for words.

Among the mere dozen or so saints, three were eighth-tier saints.

This ratio is truly alarming.

Looking down at the densely packed avatars of the gods, the remaining lords of calamities suddenly felt a little panicked, wondering if they had sent too few people.

Under normal circumstances, a dozen or so divine incarnations are indeed powerful, but they are still no match for several calamity lords at their peak.

These people are sufficient to handle the situation.

Not to mention, there's also the factor of natural disasters suppressing the world.

As the aura of the world of gods is revealed, the world consciousness of the world of natural disasters is reviving and has now descended upon this place.

Under the influence of the consciousness of the world of natural disasters, the power of those sacred incarnations originating from other realms will be suppressed by the world of natural disasters, while the Lord of Natural Disasters will be blessed and empowered by the world.

In the back and forth, the gap widened again.

However, to their surprise, among these dozen or so divine incarnations, there were actually three incarnations of eighth-order beings.

An eighth-order being is one that can disrupt the balance and far surpass ordinary holiness, even an avatar.

Even with the suppression of the world of natural disasters, their chances of winning were not high, and they couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.

Fortunately, changes are still taking place in the outside world.

Seemingly sensing the pressure from the several Lords of Calamity, the consciousness of the Calamity World emitted bursts of roars and began to summon to the distant horizon.

As waves of natural disaster power surged, and at the call of the natural disaster consciousness, several new figures began to appear, appearing in mid-air.

In mid-air, the figures of several lords of natural disasters slowly appeared.

A faint sense of majesty emanated outwards, and an unusual aura of terror reverberated, gradually spreading outwards.

The God of Death frowned slightly.

He looked up into the distance, at a figure standing in the center.

It was a figure that didn't appear to be very tall, looking only like an ordinary adult, standing alongside the other Calamity Lords, like a small doll.

However, the aura emanating from him was quite different; it was incredibly terrifying. The moment he appeared, he immediately suppressed the auras of the other Lords of Calamity, leaving them far behind.

A vast and terrifying aura, unique to the eighth level, slowly emanated from this figure and began to surge at this moment.

In the distance, amidst a deep mist, the being revealed itself to be an extremely beautiful woman.

She was dressed in crimson, tall and slender, shrouded in mist, standing silently in the void, gazing in the direction of the god of death.

Her crimson eyes sparkled like two red gems, making her look extremely beautiful.

Upon seeing the woman's arrival, the other Lords of Calamity changed their expressions and slowly stepped forward.

"The Great Crimson Lord".

A series of sounds echoed from the spot.

All around, several lords of natural disasters spoke respectfully to the woman before them.

"The Crimson Lord."

Standing still, gazing at the woman in the distance, the God of Death murmured to himself.

As the adversary of the Scourge world, the Wizarding World naturally has a very clear and thorough understanding of its intelligence.

As one of Adir's identities, the God of Death naturally shared this information and was very clear about the power structure of the world of natural disasters.

There are also three eighth-order saints in the world of natural disasters.

Besides one known as the Endless Ruler and another mysterious eighth-tier being, the other is the Crimson Lord before us.

The Crimson Lord was one of the greatest enemies of the ancient wizarding world and the direct cause of the fall of the Emerald Mother.

In that ancient battle, it was the Crimson Lord who personally suppressed the already severely injured Emerald Mother in the Cataclysmic World, subjecting her to the daily trials and tribulations of the Cataclysmic World.

At the same time, it is also one of the two eighth-order beings that are still active in the world of natural disasters.

In the distance, the Crimson Lord had just appeared when his pair of crimson eyes looked down at the God of Death.

"An unfamiliar eighth-order being"

Gazing at the Goddess of Death, she spoke softly, her face utterly indifferent: "Having come to our world, what do you intend to do?"

What do you think?

The God of Death stood there calmly, his body upright, appearing exceptionally distinguished: "It's nothing more than what you've done to other worlds."

"There must be a reason why your world is known as a land of natural disasters."

"indeed."

The Crimson Lord chuckled, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face: "The law of the jungle prevails; this is a universally acknowledged truth in countless worlds."

"If we can do it, so can you."

"However, you seem to underestimate our strength."

She glanced down at the dozen or so divine avatars standing there, led by the God of Death, and spoke coldly.

"Whether it's an underestimation or not, you can try it yourself."

The God of Death smiled, his expression perfectly calm, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"it is good."

The Crimson Lord, his face cold, finally made his move.

(End of this chapter)