142: Chapter 141 The Impotent Fury of the Three Kings of the Abyss

East Sea Defense Line.

In front of the wormhole.

Spatial fluctuations flickered,

And the figures of Luo Yu's group suddenly appeared.

"Huff... huff..."

Su Zhiruo collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

That single Space Teleportation just now had nearly exhausted all of her spiritual power.

"Zhiruo!"

Su Qingxue quickly supported her, pouring ice-elemental energy into her body to help her recover.

"I'm okay... I just overexerted myself..."

Su Zhiruo gave a weak smile.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Luo Yu walked over, took a few Spiritual Power Recovery Pills from his pocket, and handed them to her.

"Take these quickly."

"Okay."

Su Zhiruo took the pills and swallowed them in one go.

The gentle medicinal power spread through her body, and her complexion gradually began to recover.

"Hiss..."

"Chirp..."

Godzilla and Mothra were also exhausted, slumped on Luo Yu's shoulders, not wanting to move an inch.

The strike they had just unleashed

had consumed far too much of their energy.

It could be called a peak blow,

yet it had still been easily blocked by the terrifyingly powerful three kings of the abyss.

Therefore,

firing a shot and then running away

was absolutely the right choice.

"You two worked hard as well."

Luo Yu stroked the heads of the two little ones and said with a smile, "Rest for a bit. We'll talk once you've recovered."

Soon,

after they had rested for nearly half an hour,

"Lieutenant General Luo Yu!"

General Zhan Kuang's voice came from the distance.

Luo Yu turned to look and saw General Zhan Kuang quickly approaching with a squad of soldiers.

"Are you all alright?"

General Zhan Kuang ran up and looked Luo Yu and the others over.

"We're fine,"

Luo Yu shook his head and said with a smile, "We've just consumed a lot of energy."

"That's good then."

General Zhan Kuang breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "How is the situation in the Abyss World?"

"Very bad."

As soon as serious business was mentioned, Luo Yu's expression turned solemn. He said, "We went on a killing spree in the Abyss World, and Godzilla even evolved twice, but we ended up drawing out the true rulers of the Abyss World—two peak Tenth-Order and one early Eleventh-Order Abyssal Giant Beasts."

"What?!"

General Zhan Kuang's face instantly turned grave. He swallowed hard and muttered with a trembling voice, "Peak Tenth-Order... early Eleventh-Order... then... then we..."

"Don't worry."

Luo Yu said with full confidence, "They can't come over for the time being. The wormhole can't accommodate their size."

"That's good... that's good..."

"Whew!!"

General Zhan Kuang let out a long breath.

But... in the next second, his expression became tense again.

"But, if the wormhole continues to expand..."

Well!

Before, he didn't know the true depths of the Abyss World.

Now that he knew, it left General Zhan Kuang feeling quite uneasy. The invisible pressure from two peak Tenth-Order and one early Eleventh-Order Abyssal Giant Beast was simply too terrifying.

"We'll deal with that when the time comes."

Luo Yu waved his hand and said, "The most important thing right now is to let Godzilla and Mothra recover their strength."

"Mothra?"

General Zhan Kuang blinked, only just noticing the beautiful butterfly on Luo Yu's shoulder.

"This is..."

"Godzilla's girlfriend."

Luo Yu explained simply.

"..."

The corners of General Zhan Kuang's mouth couldn't help but twitch several times.

He never imagined that Luo Yu's trip to the Abyss World would not only result in Godzilla's evolution but also in him finding a wife for it.

This...

Why does it feel like the script is all wrong!

"Cough, cough."

General Zhan Kuang gave a dry cough and changed the subject. "That... you all go back to the base and rest first. I'll go report the situation to the Supreme Command Headquarters."

"Alright."

Luo Yu nodded.

Escorted by soldiers, the group returned to the East Sea Defense Line base.

...

Meanwhile.

The Abyss World.

In front of the wormhole.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Belial roared frantically, the dark gold light on its three sharp horns surging to the limit.

It raised its front claw and slammed it hard into the ground.

Boom!

The ground within dozens of kilometers instantly collapsed, forming a bottomless pit.

"Calm down."

Abaddon's voice was very calm.

"Anger will not solve the problem."

"Then you tell me what to do?!"

Belial turned its head, its three eyes staring fixedly at Abaddon.

"That ant killed so many of our subordinates. Are we just going to let it go?!"

"Of course not."

A cold killing intent flashed in Abaddon's nine pairs of vertical pupils.

"Didn't we say? Since our true bodies cannot pass through, we will use projections."

"Projections?"

Belial paused.

"Yes."

Azathoth's six eyes glowed simultaneously.

"Although a projection only has one-tenth of the true body's strength, it should be enough to deal with those two loathsome things."

"One-tenth..."

"That'll work."

Belial pondered for a moment and then nodded.

It went back to the same point—

the three kings of the abyss still had great confidence in their own strength.

"Then let us begin."

Abaddon raised its head, its massive skull opening into a bloody maw.

"Void Projection: Descent."

Boom!

A pillar of black energy erupted from its mouth,

pouring into the wormhole.

Belial and Azathoth simultaneously activated their abilities as well.

Dark gold light and purple-black flames poured into the wormhole, merging with the black energy pillar.

The wormhole began to tremble violently.

Cracks multiplied on its surface, but under the control of the three kings of the abyss, the wormhole did not collapse.

Instead...

It began to expand outward.

Sixteen kilometers.

Seventeen kilometers.

Eighteen kilometers.

When the wormhole's diameter reached twenty kilometers, the expansion finally stopped.

"It's a success."

A satisfied light flashed in Abaddon's nine pairs of vertical pupils.

"Next, the descent of the projections."

Buzz!

Without any warning, its body began to glow.

Black light surged from within it, condensing into a phantom image in front of the wormhole.

That phantom was only about a thousand meters tall, but... the aura it emitted was still terrifying.

Belial and Azathoth also began to condense their projections. Dark gold light and purple-black flames converged in front of the wormhole, forming two more phantoms.

Once the three phantoms had finished condensing,

they opened their eyes simultaneously.

"Go."

Abaddon's voice echoed in the minds of the phantoms.

"Destroy that world and devour that king of the titans."

"As you command."

The three phantoms nodded in unison, turned, and charged into the wormhole.