Wizard Immortal

Chapter 925 The Unexpected Giant Beast

"It's really lively."

In the vast void, gazing at the terrifying scene of a fierce battle that seemed to engulf everything, a young man stood silently, a faint smile on his face.

This was an exceptionally handsome young man, with striking good looks and a unique aura emanating from him. His long hair was crimson, making him quite distinctive at first glance.

A unique aura belonging to an eighth-order saint slowly emanated from him, gently stirring the outside world and causing ripples in all directions.

This young man was none other than the Red King, the avatar that Adir had sent to the Progenitor World years ago.

Many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now, hundreds of thousands of years later, the Crimson King's power has reached its limit. He has now broken through the limit of the seventh rank and truly advanced to the eighth rank, becoming one of the most outstanding people.

At this moment, gazing at the turbulent battlefield ahead where the three deities were locked in fierce combat, the Crimson King smiled, as if he had just remembered something.

"That's really interesting."

He spoke softly, his voice quite unique, which resonated throughout the surrounding emptiness.

"The Crimson Progenitor."

A sound slowly came from behind.

Behind the Crimson King, the figures of various divine beings slowly emerged and appeared at this moment.

Those were enormous figures, each one incredibly large, their full size comparable to half of the primordial world. They stood in the void, gazing into the distance, their auras surging.

They stood behind the Crimson King, staring at the distant battlefield, their eyes filled with intense greed and desire.

A subtle, restless feeling was rising in their hearts, making them unable to contain themselves, wanting to rush into the battlefield ahead, to participate in the fighting, and to plunder the flesh and blood of the sacred beings.

Unlike the sacred beings of other worlds.

The sacred path of the progenitor world is a bloodline path. From the time they are weak, they constantly search for prey, plundering the flesh and blood and essence of others to temper their own bloodline so that they can grow stronger.

Growing up in this model, none of the saints of the progenitor world were not warlike; almost every one of them was a warmonger.

Of course, this is due to both human nature and the need for progress.

To advance in the path of bloodline, one must acquire the flesh and blood and origin of other beings to temper one's own bloodline, thereby continuously pushing it to higher levels.

Once you reach the level of the progenitor, the sacred beings of the progenitor world who wish to advance further must also meet extremely high requirements for the origin of their bloodline.

The flesh and blood and origin of a sacred being naturally hold immense attraction for them.

Therefore, at this moment, the more than one hundred sacred origins in front of them were a feast for the eyes, possessing great attraction.

If they weren't divine beings, they wouldn't be foolish enough to understand their own inadequacy; otherwise, they would likely have already made their move by now.

"Now is not the time."

Standing in the center, the Crimson King remained calm and spoke softly: "There are too many holy beings on the battlefield before us. If we rush in directly, we will only be targeted by three parties at the same time."

"We need to make some other plans before we can actually take action."

He spoke softly, his voice calm, a slight smile appearing on his handsome face.

Beside him, watching the Crimson King's appearance, the many ancestors remained calm and said nothing more.

Time passed slowly.

Soon, just a few years later, the situation on the battlefield changed.

"What? Our world has been invaded by extraterrestrial deities?"

In the center of the battlefield, upon hearing this news, the goddess of fate, Mar, was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

Beside him, the God of Death, with a cold expression, didn't say anything and simply waved his hand.

A beam of death pierced through space, intertwining in an instant and revealing scene after scene.

Through the actions of the God of Death, the gods present could easily discern the scene unfolding within the world of gods.

A vast expanse of light appeared, and rows of corpses stood in stark contrast.

On the earth of the material world, a colossal, boundless, and terrifying figure stood.

It was an extremely large beast. In terms of size alone, although it was not as large as the entire material world, it was still far larger than some of the great worlds.

At this moment, it stands in the center of the material world, its enormous body blocking out the light and plunging large swathes of the world into darkness.

The forces of the material world are surging.

In the dim light, prayers echoed continuously, resounding throughout the room.

Golden specks of faith rose continuously from the earth, representing the unwavering and intense devotion of believers to their respective deities. These specks slowly gathered and converged into the sky.

However, the next moment, as the giant beast opened its massive jaws, all the power was devoured by it.

In the vast space, elemental power vanished, and the previously floating power of faith was devoured. The terrifying power continuously dissipated, and finally slowly disappeared from the body of this giant beast, directly being swallowed up by it.

In the end, even the radiance was distorted, and the power of the entire material world weakened all at once, as if it were being devoured by the behemoth before it.

In the material world, a terrifying change is taking place.

Vast numbers of living beings perished one after another, dying in droves. Their flesh and blood slowly melted away, then vanished as crimson light, devoured by the colossal beast at the center of the world.

The consciousness of the material world is lamenting, emanating waves that seem to be calling for the return of the gods.

Seeing this scene, many deities, including the God of Death, turned ashen-faced and were at a loss for words.

At this moment when the battle begins, the power of the entire world of gods has been mobilized and brought to this battlefield.

This situation has led to an unprecedented depletion of power within the world of gods, making it completely unable to cope with everything that is happening.

Of course, despite the emptiness, this does not mean that the power of the world of gods has been completely drained away at this moment.

In fact, there are still a few deities remaining in the world of gods today.

These deities are all in a state of recuperation, either having suffered severe injuries in battle or having already perished, and are now resting in the world of gods.

Faced with this suddenly appearing behemoth, they also fought back fiercely, trying their best to stop its advance, but to little avail.

The fact that they are able to recuperate in the world of gods instead of going to the front lines to fight means that they are currently weak and in a period of vulnerability.

They were no match for this sudden, enormous beast.

(End of this chapter)