Wizard's Journey

Chapter 2040 Abyss Battlefield (Sixty-Five)

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

The World Tree repeatedly intercepted the attacks of the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor with the Lever of Fate in its hand, using the Lever of Fate magic staff and its own amazing physical strength to neutralize the opponent's power, just like a sparring partner, allowing this demon ancestor who had entered the extreme realm and would never turn back to vent his power to his heart's content.

However, over the past few days, the World Tree has keenly noticed some changes in this progenitor of the demon race.

"You seem stronger than before."

Of course, the strength referred to by the World Tree is only symbolic; the difference is only a few thousand or tens of thousands of degrees, and it will not change the situation between the two people.

"Eww, you noticed?"

The one-armed Holy Body Ancestor, who had been relentlessly throwing punches, finally stopped. The continuous fighting over the past few days had also given this demon ancestor a slight respite.

At the same time, no longer observing from the perspective of life level or cellular energy, but merely from the appearance, this one-armed holy body ancestor, naked and a hundred meters tall, was panting heavily like a skin and bones starving ghost, so thin that the gaps between his ribs could be seen.

The old woman from the World Tree looked puzzled, not understanding why.

He was panting heavily, but it wasn't from exhaustion; it was from hunger. The One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor chuckled wickedly as he looked at his one-armed fist.

"Since I stepped into the Ultimate Realm and became an Ancestor, it has been far too long since I have fought so recklessly! Evil evil evil evil! You guessed it right, my fist is a creation of the Ultimate Realm. As long as it can ignite my full power, although each punch will have a different form and fluctuate greatly, it will inevitably surpass my previous potential, growing forever, without end! Theoretically speaking, one day I will be able to shatter everything I see! Evil evil evil, evil evil evil evil evil evil!"

The old woman from the World Tree nodded as if she understood, but said, "However, in my opinion, you'll starve to death before you even break through the dimension. Your cells have too large a nucleus; they're devouring each other."

However, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor was unconvinced and tyrannically said, "Cells ultimately submit to consciousness, just as your life spirits ultimately submit to you. But aren't the cells in your body also devouring each other?"

The World Tree Granny seemed unwilling to argue with the Abyss Ancestor any longer. As the ruler of the Alliance, she naturally knew about the news that the Eternal Sky City had activated 100% combat power. She calmly said, "You should change your opponent. The wizards are not comfortable with you continuing like this. As long as you haven't left or died, the wizards haven't truly won this war."

"Xie Xie, you mean the Eternal Sky City, right? Those little guys have already told me about what happened to the Eternal Sky City. I also want to see what kind of power the wizards consider their last trump card has, and whether it can make me back down."

Amidst a tyrannical and wicked laugh, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor looked towards the core of the battlefield and said in a low voice, "Although I haven't seen it, I seem to have faintly sensed the powerful aura there that makes people tremble with excitement."

kindness! ?

As the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor was speaking, he possessed a more acute perception than ordinary Demon Ancestors, and his perception range was much wider. Because the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor was always within the spacetime binding and locking range of the Destiny Lever Magic Staff, the spacetime pressure was extremely stable with almost no fluctuations. Therefore, he clearly perceived the constantly rising spacetime pressure around him immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the massive metal hand of the Eternal Sky City, still in the distant void, was also detected by it.

"What is that?"

The spatial and temporal pressure that was deadly to the lower-level demons was almost imperceptible to the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor. What he cared about was how the wizards manipulated this metal continent of such size, and why they had developed such bizarre methods of warfare.

"Prometheus, I'm leaving this place to you. I'll go clean up the battlefield outside and try to end the war here as soon as possible."

As she spoke, the old woman from the World Tree withdrew the Space-Time Binding of the Destiny Lever Magic Wand from the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor. She also seemed to no longer like the kind old woman's face. As her face and figure slowly changed, she gradually transformed into the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, tall, with a ponytail and a beauty mark on the corner of her mouth. She looked like a beautiful girl who had not yet fully grown up, which aroused people's imaginations.

With a pure and alluring "hehe" laugh, the World Tree, wielding the magic wand of destiny, gradually disappeared amidst the vast and magnificent seven-colored radiance of spacetime.

Meanwhile, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor faced the metallic true form of the Eternal Sky City. Its slowly descending palm, though it could have escaped the metal continent it perceived as being enveloped, showed no fear and faced the challenge head-on. Amidst its tyrannical laughter of "evil evil evil evil," its emaciated, skin-and-bones fists slammed into the metal continent.

On one side was a tiny black dot, only a hundred meters long, insignificant; on the other side was a boundless metal continent, which was only the tip of the iceberg of its true form.

Both, with reasons for their inability to retreat and with unwavering confidence, faced each other head-on.

hum...

A vast and undulating wave of spacetime rippled outwards with a "hum" between that tiny, grinning figure and the metallic continent.

The stinging sensation in his palm caused Prometheus's massive metal head in the void to furrow slightly. The incredible impact on his palm made him feel as if he had struck not a tiny object, but a nail, and he even trembled slightly from the astonishing force of the impact.

On the other side, centered on the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor, the surface of the metal continent, which had been blasted by his punch, was undergoing large-scale distortion amidst the "humming" and "humming" sounds of spatial compression. The expression of the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor also changed during this process, from the initial tyranny and confidence, to the later stiffness and astonishment, and finally to struggle and unwillingness, before he was sent flying backward with a "whoosh".

"what……"

During its gliding through the void, the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor continuously used its own power to unload the impact exerted by the Eternal Sky City. In fact, due to the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor's excessive struggle, the burden on its body cells was too great, causing large areas of blood to pool in the pores of its skin. After flying hundreds of thousands of meters and stopping, the panting sounds had pushed every cell in its body to its limit.

On the other side, Prometheus looked at the groove in the center of his hand, which was about the size of a peanut, imprinted in the very center of his palm.

The pain triggered an instinctive rage in Prometheus. His metallic eyes, deep within the void, took a sharp breath after seeing the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor barely stop. His other metallic hand prepared to gather power backward, and before the One-Armed Holy Body Ancestor could react, he vanished completely with a slap.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Dozens of secondary cannons, ranging from 300 million to 1500 million degrees, pursued and engulfed the small black figure.

Prometheus looked at the wound on his palm again. Although the demon hunters inside him were doing their best to repair it, what was a tiny wound as insignificant as a peanut to Prometheus was almost equivalent to hundreds of mountains to the demon hunters. It would be extremely difficult to completely repair it in a short time.

Thus, Prometheus called upon the second Wizard King in the Skynet special channel.

"Mentor, come back. With the help of your metallic spark, crush or drive this demon progenitor to the battlefield and end this war as soon as possible. The energy consumption of the Eternal Sky City in 100% combat mode is too great. Standing at this height, I can feel what the first Wizard King, the Black Wizard King, and the previous sixth-ring True Spirit Wizard feared."

(End of this chapter)