Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

However, what he didn't expect was that Longbo didn't care too much about the damage to the plants. As long as the basic functions of the ecosystem were still intact, he could quickly restore them and didn't care about this little bit of damage at all.

Several wartdogs charged forward, flattening large swathes of forest in their path. As the Magma alien rose to its feet, they leaped up and bit its throat and limbs, knocking it down and tearing it apart again. The screams echoed throughout the forest.

The Magma aliens were skilled swordsmen, but they were not actually heavyweight warriors. Faced with several monsters that weighed far more than themselves, they were unable to break free, and even their swordsmanship-skilled hands were being viciously torn apart.

The twin monsters near the city ran wildly as the earth shook, trying to rescue their master, but were intercepted by a white behemoth that leaped out of the smoke and dust.

With its physical strength and defense completely different from before, the Golden Ship could easily surpass its previous limits at this moment.

It charged across the surface at supersonic speed, generating sonic booms and electromagnetic field shocks that nearly leveled the city ruins. With a single blow, it sent the twin monsters, whose height and weight were only a fraction of its own, flying high into the wilderness.

The violent impact caused the twin monsters to flatten large swathes of forest in the Carrier Forest, tearing a huge gap in the ground, with cracks spreading out with the earthquake.

The Magma aliens, struggling desperately while being pinned down by the Wartdogs, were utterly astonished to see this scene out of the corner of their eyes; that was their strongest weapon.

Its ferocious reputation in the universe is no less than that of the cosmic dinosaur Zetton, yet it was easily knocked away!

Just then, the twin monsters from a nearby city arrived one after another, giving the suffering Magma aliens a glimmer of hope.

Everything will be alright once the other twin monsters arrive.

But one blazing fireball after another streaked across the sky, tearing apart the Magma aliens' fantasies and the atmosphere.

Two nearly humanoid Zettons and a golden monster stood amidst the city's ruins, showing no fear in the face of several ferocious twin monsters, blocking their way.

Fireballs of light, golden rays of light, enveloped the ever-approaching twin monsters, detonating the already deserted city and hurling shattered debris into the sky.

Huge, towering debris whistled as it fell into what should have been an uninhabited forest, eliciting screams of terror and despair from the people. Despair was evident in the eyes of the elderly, while adults held their children in their arms, turning their backs to the falling debris.

But the death they were waiting for did not come. The middle-aged man at the front of the crowd raised his hand and fired a dazzling light bullet, which shattered the falling debris in mid-air, causing it to explode like a brilliant firework above the forest.

The flames reignited in the forest, the choking smoke and fire obscuring the people's dazed vision, but even so, they still caught sight of the figure hidden beneath the cloak.

He wasn't particularly tall, nor did he possess any dashing moves or heroic aura, but at that moment, he seemed to radiate the light of a savior in people's eyes, dazzlingly brilliant.

"Was it you who saved us?"

A child watched the man's retreating figure, already knowing the answer, but still casting a hopeful glance.

The man seemed to have heard something amusing, turned his head slightly, and returned a mocking laugh, "I'm only doing this for myself. Who cares about the life or death of you weak and ugly ants?"

Although he answered in this way, the rescued people were somewhat embarrassed upon hearing it, but they did not change their minds, as the wreckage obviously could not harm the man.

The man felt an instinctive disgust at the grateful looks in people's eyes; the sight almost made him vomit. He snorted and turned away, continuing to confront that vertical pupil.

Protect them?

What a joke!

He lost that ridiculous notion of justice 20,000 years ago!

The man gazed at the indifferent vertical pupil in the sky. Although it was constantly emanating a repulsive chaotic aura, it was only a portion of its residual power.

He clearly realized that the original form of this power had left the galaxy, and only its true form was comparable to his own.

The force before him was something he could easily crush with a flick of his wrist, posing no threat whatsoever.

The man's eyes, reflected in the sky through his hood, were vertical pupils. This undisguised gaze revealed a hint of impatience on his face, and he couldn't help but sneer:

Are you trying to provoke me?

He stood amidst the heatwave and thick smoke, letting the scorching heat lift his hood, revealing his fierce face to the wind, his expression arrogant and flamboyant.

Although he has been expelled from his homeland, he remains one of the most powerful people in the universe today.

He showed no mercy to anyone who dared to provoke him: "A mere fraction of the power carrying will dare to challenge me!"

"Let your true form come!!"

The man's voice was extremely loud, carrying almost the entire forest against the heatwave. His confidence and domineering presence seemed to silence even the burning flames.

In the distant city, the golden ship that was tearing apart the twin monsters paused for a moment, then a hint of pity appeared in its eyes.

Goldras first glanced at the distant forest, then looked up at the sky, where the eerie energy of its vertical pupils was highly concentrated under its gaze.

The chaotic mist gradually materialized, outlining a human figure that blotted out the sky. Cold bone spurs and horns were revealed in the air, and four azure eyes shone brightly.

As a series of booming sounds came from the sky, the chaotic energy finally materialized and descended.

Beneath a sky filled with lightning and thunder, Longbo lay across the heavens, the Spear of Destiny on the earth's surface tearing through the sky and appearing in his hand, manifesting as a yellow and black spear.

As Longbo arrived, dark clouds and lightning swept past him with a roar, casting a huge shadow that obscured the entire forest, extinguishing the fire for the second time.

Longbo, like an annihilation weapon lying across the sky, slowly descended and hovered in front of the middle-aged man.

"The aura of light, are you Belial?" He lowered his gaze, the whisper beneath his visor echoing in the air.

A powerful being of light, alone, and turning a blind eye to the disaster—Lungber couldn't think of anyone else who fit the bill except Belial.

"Since you've heard of me, do you still want to provoke me?" The man readily admitted his identity, his entire body radiating light, the dazzling light intertwining into a giant of red and silver. "You certainly have commendable courage!"

After his long-awaited transformation, Belial clenched his fists, making no attempt to hide his disgust for Lungbo's aura.

Immediately afterward, Belial swooped forward and punched the breastplate in front of him, sending it flying and hovering under the dark clouds.

The attack was effective, and Belial launched another attack. His silver body soared into the air in the blink of an eye, and he punched the bone armor with four eyes, gathering energy to blast it towards it.

But just as Belial's fist was about to strike, a hand encased in black bone armor blocked it, firmly grasping it and preventing Belial from advancing even an inch further.

Just as Belial was stunned, the hand that blocked his punch turned into an iron clamp, firmly gripping him. His vision blurred rapidly, and he lost his balance, crashing to the ground at an even faster speed than when he came.

Chapter 139 A Person Lost in Their Own Way

Belial's heavy body instantly tore through the sound barrier, and as his vision cleared again, he crashed heavily into the city ruins, spreading a network of cracks.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the impact of a meteor, suddenly erupted, shaking the entire city violently. Smoke and building debris were thrown high into the air, enveloping the ruins.

In the distant forest, people watched this scene with heavy hearts. Although they did not know why the man had turned into a giant, they only knew that the man had saved everyone.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the silver-red giant reappeared in the air. He shook his head and stood up, looking somewhat disheveled.

Several twin monsters approached, targeting Belial who was blocking their way, and roared as they attacked.

Belial gathered energy between his hands and unleashed several claw-like attacks, tearing the monster apart in just a few moves, causing it to explode in flames and a deafening roar.

Longbo looked down at Belial, a hint of doubt rising in his eyes. The other's power puzzled him; in his memory, Belial shouldn't be able to unleash his power in this way.

When Lombre landed on the ground again, Belial was wary of Lombre, but also astonished by his own power.

He felt that his energy was still abundant and his strength was as amazing as ever.

But when he finally got going, he acted like an untrained recruit, weak and pathetic.

"Has it been too long since I transformed?"

Belial stared intently at Lombre, once again adopting a fighting stance, quickly adjusting himself, no longer regarding the enemy before him as someone easily defeated.

Although he had just made a somewhat embarrassing mistake, he was confident that he would soon regain his former strength.

Don't get too cocky!

Belial launched another attack, gathering energy in his hands. As he approached Lombre, he swiftly struck with his claws, tearing through the atmosphere and leaving golden patterns that seemed to be engraved into the atmosphere.

His offensive was extremely fierce, like a raging flood sweeping in from all directions. Each strike made the air whistle and its sharpness was visible to the naked eye.

His offensive was clearly displayed before Longbo's eyes, as if slowed down by 0.5 times, allowing Longbo's palms and the spear in his hand to accurately block each attack.

As the two collided, sparks flew, wisps of energy dissipated, and visible ripples appeared in the atmosphere, making it seem as if it were about to collapse.

Faced with this seemingly fierce offensive, Lonbo felt Belial's weakness more clearly, and his eyes gradually became meaningful.

The blue light emanating from his four eyes pierced through the scattered energy and reflected in Belial's milky white eyes. The swift but weak attack allowed Lonbo's will to directly touch Belial's heart.

The air traced invisible lines, the earth trembled violently, and shattered building debris was scattered everywhere, but Longbo's whispers rang out without warning.

“I see…” Longbo now fully understood what had happened to Belial.

Belial, who should have been fully focused on the battle, was puzzled by what he heard and froze for a moment. It was in that instant that the sweeping spear struck him precisely on the shoulder, tearing a huge gash and scattering light particles.

Before Beria could even feel the pain from the heavy blow, his tens of thousands of tons-sized body was already thrown high into the sky, crashing directly into the dark clouds.

Looking up, the dark clouds in the sky had been blasted into huge holes, and streaks of starlight scattered out, reflected in the worried eyes of the people in the forest.

As he hovered in the sky, the intense pain in his shoulder surged up and swept over his entire body.

But in Belial's eyes, who had tens of thousands of years of combat experience, this was still within the range that was tolerable and did not affect the battle.

What truly astonished him was why he was so weak. This being's power was far inferior to his own, yet he couldn't defeat it quickly.

Belial hovered in the sky, his body rising and falling like a human's breath. He lowered his head slightly and fell silent, no longer displaying the arrogant demeanor he had just displayed.

He gradually realized something in his heart, but he stubbornly refused to admit it.

Luna stood on the surface of the earth, not rushing towards Belial who was waiting for him. While releasing radiation to adjust the planet's ecology, he looked up at Belial in the sky and raised the Spear of Destiny in his hand.

Strands of energy converge at the spearhead.

Lonbo didn't habitually play the game of shooting beams at Belial. After all, Belial was right; he only possessed a portion of Belial's power, and his energy reserves were completely insufficient to go toe-to-toe with him.

"Beep...beep beep beep"

"Cheddar..."

A blazing fireball tore through the sky, rising like a real sun. Its scattered light illuminated the heavens, and the intense heat evaporated the dark clouds, instantly reflecting in Belial's eyes.

Faced with this attack, Belial made a decisive decision, spreading his arms to gather energy, and then quickly unleashing his most proficient beam technique.

"Descium Ray!"

Just as Zetton's iconic trillion-degree fireball approached, beams of light shot out with a sharp ripping sound, colliding with the terrifying fireball.

Two powerful forces collided irreconcilably, igniting a dazzling light in the sky and even spanning the entire continent, illuminating the entire hemisphere.

Two powerful forces, capable of easily shattering planets, were highly accumulated, enveloping destructive energy within a lethal atmosphere, with layers of energy patterns etched into the atmosphere like veins.

The various past events of the Land of Light passively surfaced before Belial's eyes. Those faces aroused in Belial feelings that he couldn't quite define as either hatred or jealousy, causing him to instinctively unleash his power.

"How could I possibly die here?"

As the power spiraled out of control, the two energies finally exploded, their destructive power highly concentrated, enveloping Belial within them and blooming in the sky.

A burst of fire lit up the sky, illuminating the endless stream of twin monsters rushing from the hemisphere, and the earth sprouting life at a visible speed.

In the ruins of that city, the Magma aliens, suppressed and frustrated by the wart dogs, watched the flames rising from space, their will to resist plummeting to rock bottom.