72: Chapter 72 The Seal Shattered!
Necropolis of the Gods, 15th floor.
The hundred-meter-long Death Scythe tore through the Void Realm.
The shrill whistling sound was as if countless wronged Souls were wailing in one's ears.
Death High-level God Morpheus's old face was twisted beyond recognition; he was even willing to burn his Divine Power essence.
Allen Dawson, however, perceived an unprecedented tranquility under this heaven-destroying pressure.
"Want to go down the path of mutual destruction?"
"You aren't qualified."
Allen Dawson's thoughts stirred, and the rhythm between his Fire God Clone and original body reached a perfect harmony.
The Fire Element, Profound Mystery of Explosion, and Profound Mystery of Fire Body Art—three Laws that had already reached Perfection—were crazily compressing within his body.
That extreme scorching heat no longer radiated outward; instead, like a black hole, it devoured all surrounding light.
"Burning Heavens!"
Holding his longsword level, a red glow suddenly appeared.
This was no longer a simple overflow of energy, but a qualitative change after the Fusion of Laws.
Boom—!
The red glow collided with the Death Scythe in mid-air; there was no stalemate as expected.
That bone scythe, which had condensed the life's work of a Highgod, melted the moment it touched the red glow, like snow meeting a red-hot iron.
The annihilating red light spread along the blade, its speed surpassing time itself.
"This... this is impossible!"
Death High-level God Morpheus screamed miserably.
He felt his divine spark trembling.
That violent yet restrained power was forcibly erasing his Soul imprint.
The coldness of the Law of Death was as humble as a speck of dust in the face of the might of the fused Laws of Fire.
The red glow pierced through Death High-level God Morpheus's chest, evaporating his entire being.
Only a Highgod divine spark radiating a faint black light and a simple space ring remained on the spot.
Allen Dawson grabbed them, pocketing the spoils.
He didn't show much surprise; instead, he frowned as if examining a defective piece of art.
"Still a little off."
He whispered to himself.
In that sword strike just now, he had originally wanted to attempt to add a fourth Profound Mystery—the Profound Truth of Flame Space.
Unfortunately.
In that moment of life and death.
The node of the Fusion of Laws still had a slight deviation.
An outsider wouldn't see this deviation, but to him, a swordsman pursuing the ultimate, it was a flaw.
Allen Dawson sat cross-legged and began to review the battle right there in the deathly silent ruins.
He continuously replayed the last move, "Soul Return to the Nether Realm," of Death High-level God Morpheus in his mind.
Although Death High-level God Morpheus's strength was average.
The idea of combining Soul and material attacks in that move was indeed quite interesting.
The Law of Death, after all, had its unique aspects.
Could this feeling of annihilation, of escaping death, be transformed into the explosive vitality of dead wood sprouting in spring within the Laws of Fire?
Allen Dawson closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his Sea of Consciousness.
Time is the least valuable thing in a hellhole like the Necropolis of the Gods.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
Allen Dawson slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the sharp light in his eyes restrained.
The System panel appeared in his mind.
[heaven rewards diligence system]
[Name: Allen Dawson (Fire God Clone)]
[Energy Realm: Midgod (100%)]
[Physical Body Realm: Highgod (60%)]
[Soul Realm: Highgod (68%)]
[Law Profound Mysteries: Profound Mystery of Burning Annihilation (75%), Profound Mystery of Scorching Heat (97%), Flame Space (100%), Profound Mystery of Fire Body Art (100%), Profound Mystery of Explosion (100%), Fire Element (100%)]
[Fusion of Laws: Six-element Fusion (39%), Five-element Fusion (75%), Four-element Fusion (95%), Three-element Fusion (100%), Two-element Fusion (100%)]
[Ultimate Move: Burning Heavens]
The Profound Mystery of Scorching Heat had already reached the 97% bottleneck.
That scorching touch made Allen Dawson feel as if his Soul were placed at the core of the sun.
As long as he poked through that thin-as-cicada-wing window paper, the four-element Fusion would be a success.
By then, even against a normal Six-Star Fiend, he would have the confidence to face it head-on.
"Finally stabilized."
Allen Dawson stood up and patted the bone ash off his robe.
The prey here had been cleaned up; he needed a stronger whetstone.
The Necropolis of the Gods was like a giant Gu-raising arena.
Only by constant killing.
Could he capture that glimmer of the Law in such an extremely oppressive environment.
...
Meanwhile.
Yulan Continent.
On the originally calm sea surface.
The Bosha Dam was enduring an unprecedented impact.
Linley's entire body was surging with cyan Divine Power.
As a Wind-style Lowgod, his speed had reached the extreme.
Opposite him, Olivier's cold face was full of murderous intent.
Two completely opposite powers, one bright and one dark, intertwined in his hands, transforming into a destructive light vortex.
"Linley, die!"
Olivier shouted angrily.
The two fought from the ground to high in the sky, and then bombarded the dam from high in the sky.
The ancient Formation originally used to suppress the Plane Prison began to crack under the all-out bombardment of two God-level Experts.
Crack!
The sound was like a devil gnashing its teeth, making one's heart jump.
Linley's expression changed drastically.
He could feel that terrifying suction force gushing wildly from beneath the dam.
That was the negative energy that had been compressed for countless years.
"Stop!"
Linley shouted, trying to withdraw his attack.
But Olivier's eyes were already red.
A Genius like him would never allow himself to be outdone by Linley.
Boom!
The Bosha Dam completely collapsed.
A huge mass of black mist soared into the sky, blocking the sunlight for thousands of miles.
Countless sharp laughs, cries, and roars came from the cracks.
One figure after another, exuding powerful auras, drilled out from the underground like locusts.
These madmen, who had been imprisoned in the Plane Prison for countless years, took their first opportunity after regaining freedom to crazily breathe the fresh air of the Yulan Continent.
"Hahahaha!"
"I'm finally out!"
A burly man laughed wildly.
With a casual wave of his hand, he razed a small island in the distance to the ground.
Linley felt his scalp tingle.
Among these people, there were actually quite a few God-level Experts!
Just as these thugs were preparing to scatter and wreak havoc in all directions.
A pressure descended.
The pressure was not violent, but heavy as Mount Tai, pressing so hard that everyone's hearts almost stopped beating.
A little old man in a simple black robe appeared out of thin air in mid-air.
It was Beirut.
He did not speak, but just scanned the surroundings indifferently.
Those God-level Experts, who had originally been arrogant and domineering, instantly went silent after seeing Beirut's appearance.
Cold sweat streamed down their foreheads.
"Who gave you the guts to break this door?"
Beirut's voice was very soft.
He pressed his right hand down violently, as if pressing to death a group of ants.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Those God-level Experts who rushed the fastest and screamed the loudest didn't even have time to scream before they exploded into a mist of blood.
Thousands of God-level Experts fell instantly, wiped out completely.
This scene made Linley and Olivier terrified.
Is this the true ruler of the Yulan Continent?
"You two have caused a huge disaster."
Beirut looked at the two coldly.
He waved his sleeve, and the cracks in the originally broken dam instantly healed.
However.
Beirut knew very well.
Even if he killed most of the God-level Experts, there were still some fish that slipped through the net and sneaked into the Yulan Continent.
"Get lost."