515: beg for mercy

Boom!!!

A deafening roar echoed wildly throughout the interior of the bronze giant sphere!

Li Heng's Clone's right fist, without any flashiness but containing terrifying power enough to shatter stars, slammed heavily against the bronze wall he had locked onto!

No retreat.

No defense.

He even completely ignored the torrent of flesh and blood tentacles behind him that had already completely devoured half of his body!

Crack... Crackle!

The crisp sound of shattering was particularly piercing amidst the roar of violent energy.

That indestructible bronze wall, the energy core node connecting the Prison-Suppressing Demon God Akmond to the entire cage, saw spider-web-like cracks spread frantically under that punch!

"No!!!"

Akmond let out a shriek of extreme terror!

He could clearly feel the unbreakable connection between himself and this cage being forcibly severed by a tyrannical and overbearing force!

He drove the flesh and blood tentacles like a madman, wanting to tear the damned human before him into pieces!

However, it was too late.

At the very moment his tentacles completely submerged the final remains of the Clone, that core node finally couldn't take it anymore and exploded with a mournful wail!

Pfft!

Akmond was as if struck by lightning, his battered body jolting violently. A large amount of bronze-colored blood sprayed from his single eye, and his entire aura instantly withered significantly.

And Li Heng's Clone, having fulfilled its mission, was completely torn apart, devoured, and annihilated by the endless flesh and blood tentacles.

"Huff... huff..."

Akmond panted heavily, feeling the waves of weakness coming from within his body and the emptiness after being disconnected from the cage.

But in that single eye of his, the wild joy of surviving a disaster erupted!

Dead!

That damned human is finally dead!

Although the price was being heavily wounded and his connection to the cage being severed, as long as he could survive, everything was worth it!

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

He let out a crazed and raspy laugh that resounded throughout the Runic Space.

"Stupid human! Ant! You think you're worthy of fighting this seat? You're not qualified!"

"So what if you found this seat's vital point? In the end, didn't you still die by my hands!"

While laughing wildly, he greedily manipulated those flesh and blood tentacles that had devoured the Clone, trying to extract even a sliver of life Origin from them.

However, as he laughed, his laughter came to an abrupt halt.

Something's wrong.

Something's very wrong.

The sensation fed back by those flesh and blood tentacles was completely empty.

No flesh and blood essence.

No Divine Soul fragments.

Nothing at all.

It was as if what had just been devoured wasn't a living being of flesh and blood at all, but merely a pure energy aggregate!

A thought, like the most vicious curse, suddenly surged into Akmond's mind, making the blood in his entire body feel as if it were about to freeze.

"Could it be..."

He stiffly turned his head, his single eye staring fixedly at that patch of Void Realm.

Just then.

A figure identical to the previous Li Heng appeared silently to his left.

The figure had his arms crossed over his chest, a playful sneer hanging on the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking as if they were watching a buffoon.

"Is that it?"

"The one who heavily wounded you was just one of my Clones. What are you so happy about?"

Akmond's pupil instantly contracted into a dangerous pinprick!

A Clone?

That just now... was just a Clone?!

How is this possible!

That power, that pressure, it was definitely the genuine Mahayana Stage!

However, before he could recover from this massive shock...

Another identical figure appeared out of thin air to his right, also looking at him with the same gaze one would use for a fool.

"The original body even specifically instructed that you might be a tough nut to crack, so he sent the two of us together."

The newly appeared Clone picked his ear, looking impatient.

"Looking at it now, it was completely unnecessary."

"A prisoner who's already been crippled, and you're worthy of being called a tough nut?"

Two Clones.

Two terrifying auras, as vast as the abyssal sea, identical to the previous Clone!

One on the left and one on the right, they firmly sandwiched the heavily wounded Akmond in the middle, completely blocking all his paths of retreat.

Akmond's mind went blank.

He looked at the two Li Hengs before him, feeling the two pressures that made even his Divine Soul tremble. A wave of unprecedented despair, like a cold tide, instantly submerged him completely.

It's over.

It's all over.

One Clone had already cost him half his life.

Now that two perfectly intact ones have arrived, how can he even fight?

"No... Impossible!"

Akmond roared with feigned bravado, trying to use his voice to mask the fear in his heart.

"This must be an illusion! It's definitely an illusion!"

"Such petty tricks, yet you dare to show off before this seat? Break for me!"

The Clone on the left curled his lip.

"Death is at your doorstep, and you're still here self-hypnotizing?"

"Alright, stop wasting time." The Clone on the right stretched and beckoned to Akmond with his finger. "The original body is still waiting for us to return and report. Hurry up, use all your hidden trump cards and let this young master see something new."

These words were filled with ultimate contempt.

They completely shattered Akmond's last shred of hope.

He knew that today, he might truly fall here.

"You forced my hand!"

In Akmond's single eye, a flash of extreme madness and determination flickered!

"Blood God Escape!"

Boom!

His battered body suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of blood mist!

Thousands of tiny blood-colored light streams, as if guided by something, fled frantically in all directions at speeds exceeding lightning!

This was his bottom-of-the-barrel life-saving secret technique!

Every strand of blood mist contained a sliver of his Origin. As long as one could escape, he could spend ten thousand years to recover!

"Oh? Interesting."

The Clone on the left raised an eyebrow, his tone still flat.

"Unfortunately, you're still a bit too green to play this trick before this seat."

He slowly raised his right hand and made a light grasping motion towards the rapidly spreading blood mist.

"Space Imprisonment!"

Buzz—!

An invisible, irresistible, and mighty force instantly descended!

The time and space of the entire Runic Space seemed to have the pause button pressed at this moment.

Those frantically fleeing blood-colored light streams all stopped in mid-air, like flies frozen in amber, unable to move.

"What?!"

From within the blood mist came Akmond's wave of thought, filled with absolute horror.

"Come back here!"

The Clone on the right grinned and slammed his hands together!

The imprisoned blood mist was immediately forcibly pulled and squeezed by a powerful force, finally reuniting into a large, writhing, and struggling ball of flesh.

On the surface of the flesh ball, Akmond's terrified and distorted face emerged.

"No! Mercy! Spare me, Great Immortal!"

He was completely terrified and began to beg for mercy frantically.

However, what greeted him was a sea of purple lightning descending from the sky.

"Nirvana Divine Lightning."

The Clone's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Enjoy it."

Zzzzt!

The purple lightning, like the sharpest millstone, began to grind away the flesh ball's Origin inch by inch.

Shrieks so shrill they didn't sound human echoed incessantly throughout the space.

The two Clones hovered in mid-air, watching calmly as the flesh ball was continuously worn down and decomposed in the sea of lightning, until the last trace of sinister aura was completely purified.