Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The 900,000-meter-tall Mother Tree of the End officially unleashed its legendary aura.

A halo of black gold and dark iron radiated outwards from the main trunk of the mother tree.

It swept across every inch of the Wasteland God Realm, soared into the heavens, and crashed into the spatial crystal wall, forming an inverted chaotic color shield.

[Final Field] Full Power Burst.

The blood crow stood in mid-air, its body suddenly sinking.

An irresistible force of the rules pressed down on his shoulders.

The flow of his demigod-level seventh-stage divine power became sluggish, and he felt a sharp pain in his meridians.

The 200 million people below have a more intuitive understanding.

The six-armed blood-striped apes let out a mournful cry in unison.

The power of qi and blood was forcibly suppressed, and the eight-meter-tall, burly body visibly hunched over.

All attributes are forcibly reduced by 30%.

Even more fatal is the loss of vitality.

Wisps of red mist seeped from the pores of the Blood Raven army.

They converged into streams of blood, flowing upstream and disappearing into the roots of the demonic tree underground.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Blood Raven's eyes twitched wildly as he gripped the Nine Skull Blood Staff tightly.

His response was the screams of his family.

Under the ravages of the Demon Tree, the Blood Raven's 200 million elite troops, weaving through the branches of the legendary mother tree, became lambs to the slaughter.

Every second, hundreds of thousands of relatives die, and their flesh, souls, and energy all become nourishment for the mother tree.

"Damn it!" Blood Raven roared.

He couldn't accept that his accumulated wealth was being so easily taken away.

He raised the Nine-Skull Blood Staff, unleashing the divine power of a seventh-level demigod.

"Blood Prison Pagoda!"

A blood-red crack appeared in the sky.

A towering nine-story pagoda, built from countless bones and blood, fell and crashed into the rampaging branches of the demonic tree below.

The pagoda descended, smashing hundreds of demonic tree branches to pieces.

Black and gold metallic liquid splattered everywhere.

Before Blood Raven could even catch his breath, the earth shook even more violently.

Chaotic currents surged from the broken ends of the shattered branches.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of thicker new branches grew out.

They went against the current and tightly bound the towering Blood Prison Pagoda.

The golden rule erupted.

The bark on the branches became harder than starlight and fine gold.

With a series of grinding sounds, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the towering pagoda, which eventually succumbed to the pressure and rained down blood.

Blood Raven suffered a backlash from the divine magic, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and spat out a mouthful of divine blood.

He was horrified to discover that the divine blood he had spat out had not yet hit the ground.

Its energy was drained by the omnipresent End Force Field, turning it into a handful of ashes.

He looked down at his hands and noticed a fine wrinkle on his plump skin.

Life force is being lost, and even a body at the seventh level of demigodhood is not immune.

Just as Blood Raven lost his composure, countless roars echoed from the front of the Wasteland God Realm.

The River Styx boiled once more.

The Bone Fish and Liquid Gold Crab, which were forced to retreat after the Blood Raven army used high temperatures to evaporate part of the river water, have returned.

Lin Yuan's divine pronouncement echoed in their minds.

Eat freely and enjoy your meal.

The sea and air races, who had originally withdrawn from the battlefield and were seething with anger, went into a frenzy all night the moment they received the divine decree!

Tens of millions of bony fish rushed over and quickly converged in mid-air.

The cracking sound of bones grinding against each other echoed throughout the battlefield.

Drawn by the deathly aura, millions of bone fish connected their bone spurs, their spines spliced ​​together, and their skulls fused.

In just a few seconds, a series of super skeletal whales, each over 10,000 meters long, appeared out of nowhere.

Two dark blue flames, each a hundred meters in diameter, burned in the giant whale's eye sockets.

It swung its massive bony tail, drawing out dark cracks in the space.

The giant whale opened its abyss-like maw, aimed at the blood-transforming sorcerer army below, and spewed out a black waterfall mixed with death energy and extremely heavy water.

Where the waterfall flows.

The protective blood shield erected by millions of blood-transforming sorcerers was instantly crushed.

The extremely heavy water crushed their bodies into a pulp, while the deathly aura directly corroded their souls.

On the ground, tens of millions of liquid gold crabs surged in like a black tide.

Their bodies are covered with the same fluid black and gold armor as the tyrants.

The epic-rank Bone-Refining Blood Guard swung its greatsword and slashed at the Liquid Gold Crab's back.

The armor dented, kinetic energy absorbed.

The next second, a beam of lightning shot out from the back of the Liquid Gold Crab, blasting the Blood Guard into charred remains.

The Liquid Gold Crab brandished its massive pincers and charged into the swamp mud demons' formation.

The giant pincers clamped down on the mud demon's writhing body, and the liquid gold armor released terrifyingly high temperatures, directly drying out the moisture inside the mud demon's body.

Then, the liquid gold crab stuffed the shriveled mud demon into its mouth and devoured it.

The wound was spraying out ghastly green venom and microspores.

A large-scale outbreak of festering sores and plague once again broke out in the army of Blood Ravens.

In the sky, leaden-gray clouds churned and surged.

The million mutated demonic vultures and demonic blade bats returned. Their eyes were filled with anger at being driven away and a hunger for food.

The flock of vultures swooped down, their deformed bony arms protruding from their bellies.

A transcendent-level demonic eagle tore open the chest of a Hellhound, pulled out its beating black heart, and swallowed it whole.

The Demon Blade Bat darted through the shadows.

They use the [True Illusion] to disrupt the enemy's perception, and each time they emerge from the shadows, the four bone blades will take away a head.

The entire battlefield turned into a giant slaughterhouse.

The sea and air races have taken their talent for [imitation] to the extreme.

They spew thunder, release heavy water, manipulate death energy, detonate the void, and spread plagues...

Each member of the family is like a Frankenstein's monster, stitched together with countless bizarre skills.

They ate as they fought, not letting a single bite go to waste; they even chewed up and swallowed the bone fragments of their enemies.

Blood Raven stared blankly at the horrific scene below.

His 200 million-strong army is being devoured like a buffet by a group of "cannon fodder" in his eyes.

He tried to summon divine power to rescue him, but the branches of the demonic tree clung to him like a persistent leech, refusing to let go.

Each collision consumes a significant amount of his divine power. And the End Field continues to drain his life force.

"We can't delay any longer." Blood Raven gritted his teeth, preparing to unleash his trump card and forcefully tear open a path to survival.

Just then, three terrifying auras, far surpassing those of the sea and air races, surged into the sky from three different directions in the Wasteland God Realm.

The edge of the New World.

Beneath a mutated demonic tree that was 100,000 meters tall, the Zerg stronghold was in an uproar.

The Insect King has now arrived at the Twelve Wings and is hovering in mid-air.

Its carapace was covered with a deep, eerie blue pattern, exuding a profound and terrifying aura.

Behind it was a dense, overwhelming army of Zerg.

Having completed four adaptations, the Amorphous Source Insects have shrunk to three meters in size, each radiating a transcendent aura.

Mad Scythe Shadow Blade Bug, Nether Uranium Heavy Armor Bug, Corrosive Poison Bursting Beast, Psionic Plasma Bug...

All branches have been assembled.

The insect king's compound eyes turned, looking towards the central basin.

A strong sense of crisis arose in its heart.

Those useless sea and air races actually dared to start eating before them.

The ruler's gaze is definitely focused over there now.

The Zerg are the mainstay of the Wasteland God Realm!

The Insect King looked up to the sky and let out a silent, soul-stirring roar.

The twelve insects flapped their wings.

Hundreds of millions of Zerg soldiers coalesced into a cloud of insects, tearing through the air and charging toward the battlefield.

The far north.

A series of volcanoes erupted simultaneously.

Tens of thousands of dark blue magma columns shot into the sky, turning half the sky into an apocalyptic dark red.

The Fire Spirit army marched through the air.

Their breaths merged into one, forming a moving sea of ​​fire.

The intense heat of the karmic fire, mixed with the chilling poison, had already caused a large number of blood-transforming sorcerers to suffer from splitting headaches even before it reached the battlefield.

Even his own primordial spirit faintly ignited a few wisps of black smoke!

central basin.

The most terrifying atmosphere awakens here.

Within the illusory gates of 20,000 world nests, a pair of metal wings, each ten thousand meters long, slowly tore the world barrier to shreds.

tyrant.

Its current normal height has exceeded 1,000 meters, successfully crossing that threshold and officially entering the epic realm.

The tyrant waved his arms.

The Titan and Shadow realms are perfectly integrated.

Centered on it, the space within a range of tens of thousands of meters collapsed instantly.

Half of it is an absolute gravitational black hole from which no living being can escape.

The other half is a bizarre world of shadows, from which countless tentacles and claws extend.

The tyrant raised its head and looked at the distant battlefield. It let out a roar that shook the entire divine realm.

Inside and outside the basin, more than 20 million rioters responded in unison.

The two empty wings behind them unfolded simultaneously.

They directly crossed spatial dimensions and descended towards the battlefield.

Sky, earth, void.

Zerg, Fire Spirit, and Tyrannosaurus.

Three destructive auras firmly gripped this battlefield.

The blood crow stood in mid-air, its body trembling uncontrollably.

He sensed these three auras.

The intensity of each of their auras was ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than the sea and air races attacking his army!

He finally realized a cruel truth.

These sea and air races before us are nothing more than the lowest level beings in this divine realm.

The real elites, the real monsters, have only just begun to emerge.

Blood Raven struggled to raise his head, his gaze piercing through the void as he looked at the expressionless young man deep in the sky, his hands in his pockets.

In Blood Raven's eyes, Lin Yuan's image had changed.

No longer a naive freshman at Starry Sky University, nor a lucky one who relied on luck to obtain the Divine Realm.

It is an ancient abyss god disguised in human skin.

A ruthless creator who sits on his throne, coldly watching the struggles of mortals.

Blood Raven's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He became cowardly.

He wandered through chaotic star systems for ten years, relying on his keen sense of danger and his decisive ability to cut his losses and survive.

Although the army of his followers before him was elite, it was still within his divine realm, which had billions of inhabitants.

It's not a serious injury; at most, it's just scraping off a layer of flesh.

As long as the divine fire remains extinguished and the core remains, the army can still reproduce.

Staying here will surely mean certain death.

"Retreat!" Blood Raven bit its tongue, spitting out a mouthful of divine blood rich in primordial power.

The divine blood burned in mid-air, forming a black scroll.

The scroll unfurled, forcibly tearing open a spatial rift just wide enough for one person to pass through, even under the blockade of the End Force Field.

Without the slightest hesitation, Blood Raven didn't even glance at his remaining followers who were still struggling to hold on, and directly burrowed into the crevice.

At the same time, he detonated the edge nodes of thirty-six divine realm passages, attempting to sever the connection between the two divine realms.

"Lin Yuan! I'll remember this! You just wait!"

On the battlefield, with their 200 million troops now deprived of divine protection, the air and sea races launched even more unrestrained attacks, their excited roars echoing endlessly.

Deep in the sky.

Lin Yuan watched the Blood Raven disappear into the spatial rift and yawned.

That bastard runs really fast.

He glanced at the demonic tree behind him, indicating that he wasn't in a hurry at all.

Thirty-six divine realm passages were nailed to their respective divine realm lands.

Even if the formation is shattered unilaterally now, the original coordinates and world fluctuations attached to it...

It was already locked in place by the Mother Tree of the End when its [Planet Devouring] ability was activated.

You can escape the first day of the month, but you can't escape the fifteenth.

This current coordinate system is etched into the deepest memory of the Demon Tree.

Lin Yuan looked down at the divine beings below, who were crossing the horizon and eagerly charging into the battlefield.

He smiled and gently pulled up the dimensional coordinates bar on the Divine Realm panel.

A bright red, unknown divine realm location is shining brightly at its very top.

"After finishing this meal..."

"We should move to a bigger seating area."