Endless Debt

The Great Rift extended wantonly, like an erupting volcano, with roaring snow and wind rolling up and covering the sky and the earth. The vast snow dust covered the world in a completely grayish white.

The Pillar of Kingship was like a tall building inserted into the crater of the snow and wind volcano. In a blink of an eye, the snow and wind were about to completely cover it, and as the Pillar of Kingship further settled into the Great Rift, from a distance, the scarlet earth around it had disappeared, replaced by the dark blue in the rift and the vague vast ice field under this light.

In this shaky and desperate situation, Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, letting the cold air sting his respiratory tract, and refused to stop.

After taking a few deep breaths like this, Palmer's reason seemed to be barely calmed down. He swallowed again and looked at the enemy not far away.

In the roaring snowstorm, the crown-wearing being stood quietly. Even though his figure was blurred by the snowstorm, the crown of light still shone brightly, and the light did not weaken at all.

Palmer tried to tighten the rapier and dagger in his hands, drawing a little sense of security from them, but no matter how tightly Palmer held them, he could only feel the chill deep into his bones.

A vast amount of ether was silently surging in this desperate situation. With the flashing of the crown, the dazzling arc of light was wrapped around the blurred body. He calmly swept away the snowstorm and created an absolute pure land around himself.

The eyes filled with light were ruthlessly cast at Palmer. Palmer was like a prey being stared at by a hunter, unable to move and unable to muster any strength.

Palmer's face turned pale, and he spoke with difficulty, "In the end, you became the final winner..."

The Speechless stood quietly in front of Palmer. On his face, which had never had any expression and was like a sculpture, he rarely showed an indifferent smile, with empty and contemptuous eyes, looking down on everyone.

The One in the Million disintegrated, Xilin and Albert died in battle, and even Blog was killed instantly. Now, in this pillar of royal power, there is no existence that can threaten the Speechless.

Palmer sighed again, "It's really cunning."

It seems that the Speechless has the power to be promoted to the Crowned One a long time ago, but after mastering this power, he did not get carried away by the ecstasy of power, but remained absolutely vigilant.

The Speechless's vigilance is right.

As the dispute becomes increasingly fierce, the devils either withdraw or re-align, and the increasingly strong sense of threat from each other makes them rarely unite together.

If it were during the Fall of the Holy City, once the Speechless One revealed that he possessed the power of the Crowned One, it would not only be King Solomon Hill and his Holy City that would be destroyed that day, but the other demons would definitely put aside their past grudges, besiege the Speechless One, and completely disable him, eliminating the possibility of the Crowned One.

Palmer couldn't help but recall the description of the demons that Blogo had once given.

"They are like a group of drowning sinners, struggling painfully in the turbulent waves, with a deep desire for salvation in their hearts, but this desire is accompanied by a selfish obsession.

They hope that they are the only ones to be rescued. Whenever a blood relative is about to break out of the water and touch the hope of life, they will stretch out their desperate hands, tightly entangle each other, and ruthlessly drag them back into the abyss.

In this endless suffering, they can't find a way out, so they can only drag each other, sink together, struggle together in this ocean of pain, and enjoy the common suffering."

The premise for the Silent One to be promoted to the Crowned One is that he has uniqueness and no longer has any remaining copies. Only in this way can the Silent One enjoy the supply of the entire ether pool alone.

At the same time as being able to obtain uniqueness, it also means that the Silent One is no longer immortal, and he will be given the characteristics of death.

Therefore, the Silent One has and only has one chance to expose his power as the Crowned One. He must carefully choose his time to appear, not to be besieged by powerful enemies, but also to find a way to maintain the final victory.

The Speechless One succeeded, and the crown of light released a majestic light, and all the creatures that caught a glimpse of it would be tortured by the absolute power.

Palmer sorted out his words and bought time, "I thought you devils could still fight each other a little."

In fact, Palmer didn't know what the point of buying time was. The war had already reached this point, what chance could there be?

But... But just like the day when Palmer became a debtor, although Palmer always looked lazy and casual, at the real critical moment, he was often the one who refused to admit defeat.

Just like a gambler at the end of his rope, unless the dealer cut off Palmer's head, as long as he was still alive, Palmer would still think of ways to reverse the decline.

"How could that be?" The Speechless One spoke, but his voice was Mammon's tone, "Beelzebub and I have already reached an agreement."

Palmer whispered, "Is that so..."

Mammon gave up Asmodeus's authority and original sin to Beelzebub. As a price, Beelzebub acquiesced to Mammon's little tricks, making the Nation of Solidified Pulp the main body to be hit.

"To be honest, compared to Blog, you are the one who always surprises me, Palmer."

The Speechless One laughed and said, "No matter what kind of danger you are in, you are always lucky enough to survive. I know you have the gift of Beelzebub, but even so, your luck is too good."

"How could that be?" Palmer shook his head and said in distress, "If my luck was really good enough, I would not have been involved in such a dangerous situation from the beginning."

"Oh... that's true."

The Speechless nodded, and then a faint light gathered around him, and the arc jumped more and more violently, as if he was the incarnation of thunder.

"Then let me try, Palmer," the Speechless smiled cruelly, "Let's see the limit of your luck, how about it?"

Palmer knew that he really couldn't escape. He held his breath, his muscles were tense, his eyes wandered on the crown of light, and then he looked at the feet of the Speechless, the broken body that was about to be buried by the wind and snow.

An extremely crazy and irrational idea rose in Palmer's mind. He thought that this should be his only chance of winning, and it was also the last resort to save the end.

"Be brave..."

Palmer warned himself, gently turned sideways, slowly raised the rapier in his hand, ready to go.

Just as Palmer was about to engage in this completely unequal duel, a vague voice came from the wind and snow, and he shouted.

"What are you staring at?"

Palmer turned around and saw a strong hand reaching out from the wind and snow and grabbing Palmer.

Nathanial came to Palmer in the wind and snow, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Get out of here!"

Palmer blinked, looked at Nathanial who was right in front of him, and said uncontrollably, "Why are you still alive!"

It must be admitted that Nathanial is indeed a romantic and humorous person. If he didn't have this foundation, Nathanial wouldn't be able to run a wedding company.

So at this moment of life and death, Nathanial smoothly took over Palmer's words.

He yelled, "Why can't I live!"

"Damn it! I thought you all disintegrated together!"

The sense of crisis in Palmer's heart faded a lot with the appearance of Nathanir. It must be said that it was lucky to meet friends in this ghost place. At the same time, it was really bad to meet friends here.

The two wanted to say something else, but the Speechless One took a step forward, and the power of the Crowned One was silently stirring. A strong sense of suffocation suppressed Palmer and Nathanir's hearts.

The sense of crisis exploded in their hearts again, almost piercing their reason. Both of them knew that the gap between themselves and the Crowned One was no longer something that could be achieved by using the gap or lagging behind for generations, but the difference between mortals and gods in the true sense.

When the atmosphere was tense, the cracks under the Pillar of Kingship once again erupted with unimaginable ether flow.

Thousands of streams of light came from the etheric world and danced into the realm of matter. They jumped and rotated lightly, as if performing a cosmic dance. The elegant posture was breathtaking. Then the streams of light intertwined and reflected each other, converging into a dazzling beam of light, breaking through the wind and snow and going straight into the sky.

Its afterglow drew a long track in the sky, and the afterglow sprinkled down, reflecting the earth.

The Speechless Man seemed to be shocked by this sacred scene. He ignored Palmer and Nathanil, but watched the increasingly agitated wind and snow.

Snowflakes continued to accumulate on the Pillar of Kingship, forming a thick layer of snow dust, which not only covered the surface of the Pillar of Kingship, but also penetrated into those tiny cracks, as if to wrap the entire Pillar of Kingship in its cold embrace.

Excessive ether surged out of the etheric world like a waterfall, and the etheric cracks that were originally split by Hill began to twist and deform under the impact of this force, and then expanded rapidly.

At the edge of the rift, solidified lightning flashed and intertwined, like dislocated fragments of time and space, drawing dazzling rays of light in the darkness.

The light gradually spread across the earth until it formed a huge rift several kilometers long, spanning the flesh-and-blood earth, like a bottomless chasm, dividing the entire world into two.

Looking down from the sky, this extended rift was like a huge, shining snowflake falling on the earth, or like a broken ice field and cracked earth.

The Pillar of Kingship under Palmer's feet shook violently again. As the rift fully extended, it also fell into the depths of the etheric world, and the connection with the country of solidified pulp was also cut off, as if there was a hot knife, completely removing this piece of rotten meat from the earth.

The wind and snow became stronger, and the cold became more biting.

The Speechless Man seemed to have appreciated this beautiful scenery enough. He slowly turned his head and looked at the surging wind and snow on one side. He raised his hand lightly, and a dazzling ether arc pierced through the wind and snow.

At the end of the thunder, the figures of Palmer and Nathanir appeared, and the fatal arc of light turned their faces pale.

Although Palmer did not fight the enemy directly, in order to survive this terrible battle, his ether has been consumed a lot, and he does not have many means to replenish ether like Blog.

Nathanir's situation is worse. Even though his condition has eased a lot after a period of rest, the alchemical matrix has been broken again, and many new soul scars have been engraved into his soul.

The increased soul scars further restricted Nathanir's power, and his ether was also very little, not to mention that he still had many wounds on his body, and the scarlet granulation was swaying stubbornly.

The light-forged crown floats quietly above the head of the Silent One. As a member of the original school, after becoming the crowned one, his control over the ether has become so powerful that it is incomprehensible. It is just an arc of ether that is subsequently released. It's full of destruction.

Just like Servais casually severely injured Xilin.

Palmer knew very well that if he wanted to confront the Silent Ones with his own strength, he and Nethaniel would only become a ball of ashes that disappeared in the wind, or the two would hug each other and become as charred as ashes. corpse.

So Palmer made a rational but irrational decision. Palmer pushed aside Nesanir with all his strength, leaving the fate of the two of them to the ethereal luck.

The arc flashed past, and with a harsh explosion, Palmer and Nathaniel were overturned by the airflow and fell heavily on both sides.

"Um?"

The Silent Man stared closely at the two fallen figures in the wind and snow. He noticed something was wrong. Just when he was about to take further action, he saw the figure on the other side suddenly bounced up.

The strong wind roared and enveloped Palmer's body. He tightly grasped the lucky dice in his palm, without even looking at the number it hit, and rushed towards the fallen Nethaniel at high speed.

"Berogo was right," Palmer thought to himself, "I'm really unlucky."

I don't know whether it was the contempt of the Silent Man, or whether Palmer was really lucky. Palmer's stupid evasion method actually managed to avoid the Crowned One's blow.

Palmer hugged Nethaniel and threw Nethaniel high into the sky with all his strength.

The strength of the defender may not be able to resist the crowned one, but finding a way to throw Nethaniel out is not a problem at all, not to mention the raging wind assisting Palmer.

Nathaniel exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

"Deputy Director, you're such a useless old thing, you better get out of here!"

Palmer shouted, with an inexplicable smile on his face. He had wanted to offend Nathaniel like this for a long time, and now he finally succeeded.

The steady wind was like a big hand, repeatedly overturning Nethaniel's figure and driving him away from the Pillar of King's Power.

While rolling rapidly, Nathaniel looked in the direction of the Pillar of Royal Power again, and he understood what Palmer meant.

The large blue crack is swallowing up the Pillar of Royal Power bit by bit. This bloody pillar seems to connect the two worlds. Along with it, there is also the endless storm set off by the secret source.

Once Nathaniel continues to stay on the Pillar of Kingship, he and Palmer will fall into the boundless ethereal realm... Judging from the current battle situation, their survival rate after falling into the ethereal realm is almost zero.

"What about you? Damn it, you can come with me!"

Nathaniel roared. He didn't want Palmer to say anything and use himself as a bait to contain the Silent Man. He was clearly the deputy director of the Bureau of Order, but he was saved again and again today.

"It won't work."

Palmer helplessly spread his hands. He found that the Speechless Man was not in a hurry to attack. It seemed that the Speechless Man was also curious about why he did not escape and deliberately left time for himself to defend himself.

Palmer pointed out not far away. A small snowpack gradually rose up next to the Silent Man, and the Grudgebite and Brutal Sawaxes were buried under it.

He responded loudly, "Bologo died here, I have to make sure he survives!"

As Borogo's partner, Palmer knew exactly what Borogo's immortal nature was... at least he knew the rules on the surface.

The powerful power of the crowned one will keep Bologg dead for a long time, but as long as the death dormancy period is over, Bologg's body can move again and rejoin the battle.

It’s just that Palmer is not sure. With Bologo’s body broken into pieces like that, how will it be resurrected? Will a few broken pieces be put together, or will the largest piece begin to resurrect?

Speaking of which, after working with Boluogo for so long, this is the first time I have seen him die so simply. Borrog was so powerful that for a long time, Palmer almost forgot that Borrog was an undead.

Nathaniel's figure disappeared into the snow. Palmer tried to sense his etheric reaction, but could not detect anything. He could only wish from the bottom of his heart that his deputy director could survive smoothly... Even if he couldn't survive, there was nothing he could do, and Palmer had done his best.

Turning around, the Silent Man still stood there, staring at Palmer silently. The light-cast crown illuminated his cheeks. In the gray world, he looked extremely majestic.

Palmer took a deep breath, raised the rapier again, and was eager to try.

"You can't win."

The Silent Man said, waving his hand and popping out an etheric arc, and the dazzling lightning was like a fierce snake, entangled towards Palmer.

Almost at the same moment, Palmer's own ether burned to the limit. Facing the power of the crowned one, he did not dare to show any signs of neglect.

The alchemical matrix trembled painfully, and Palmer's own speed also accelerated to the limit. He was almost twisted into an afterimage, blending into the strong wind. At the extreme speed, there was a pulling sensation in the muscles all over his body. Pain, like the bones have moved but the flesh remains in place.

The dazzling arc exploded, spreading into an ionized thunderstorm, and the wind and snow surged. Palmer appeared next to the Silent Man like a ghost. He raised his rapier, and the skirt of the wind bloomed behind him. In an instant, Breaking through the heavy sound barrier.

The explosion stopped abruptly before it could be heard.

In a burst of lightning, Palmer fell out covered in blood, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled over the feet of the Speechless One.

The Speechless One quietly watched the body that was about to be burned, and gently turned his palm, holding a pure etheric sword in his hand. The light of destruction flowed quietly, as if the light of nothingness also had a substance.

While rolling, Palmer quickly got up, as if he had planned it in advance, he pounced on the small snow bag beside the Speechless One, and hurriedly took out the things buried under the snow.

Under the gaze of the Speechless One, Palmer staggered a few steps, and the severe pain from his legs made him fall to the ground in embarrassment, and the things in his arms also fell down, and the sound of metal collision continued.

Palmer fell to the ground panting, and the etheric arc of the Crowned One instantly penetrated his defense, and suppressed his own etherization, almost completely burning Palmer.

Blogo's "relics" were scattered around him, including the still sharp Grievous Bite, the dormant Saw Axe, the transparent Light-burning Crystal Core flickering with a faint light, and next to it there was a broken necklace and a shiny ring.

Under these relics was the flesh and blood of Blogo that Palmer had saved.

Palmer frowned. Under the supreme power of the Crowned One, Blogo's remaining body had turned into a mass of flesh covered with granulations. Even if Palmer was familiar with his partner, he couldn't tell which part of Blogo's body these flesh and blood belonged to.

He complained in a low voice, "Damn it, you are so simple in normal times, how come you still have so many things in the end."

Although he said this, Palmer felt inexplicably sad in his heart. He had a hunch that Blogo might not survive.

Yes, before, whether Blogo was injured or dead, he fought under the limitations of mortal nature, but this time he was directly hit by the Crowned One, who was at the same level as the devil. Palmer was not sure whether Blogo's immortal body could still work.

The Pillar of Kingship continued to sink towards the Ether Realm, and the wind and snow became stronger. A melodious roar could be heard faintly, as if the secret source was roaring and angry.

The Speechless One approached Palmer, and the Ether Sword was hung high.

"You are much braver than I thought, Palmer," said the Speechless One, "I thought you would run away in a panic."

"Am I so unbearable in your eyes?"

Palmer was about to explain something, as if he suddenly remembered his true heart, and he shook his head with a wry smile, "In fact, I did want to escape."

The Speechless One was very curious, "Then why didn't you escape, but stayed?"

"Why?"

Palmer looked up, fear hidden in his eyes, but he still insisted on maintaining his final dignity.

"Because Wausilin had told me, she...she said..."

Wausilin's face appeared in front of Palmer's eyes, and he began to recall those beautiful things, just like the process that the characters in the movie should go before they die.

Recall those beautiful things, say some beautiful words, and engrave a last word on your empty tombstone from a spiritual level.

"People can live cowardly, but they must not die cowardly."

Palmer smiled at the Speechless Man, and he grinned with all his strength, revealing his white teeth.

The Speechless Man still looked indifferent, and the etheric sword stabbed down quickly, and the light of death was infinitely magnified in front of Palmer's eyes.

A strong sense of crisis broke out in Palmer's heart, and he subconsciously rubbed the lucky dice in his palm, praying that it would bring him good luck...

Palmer didn't think he had any good luck. His luck today had saved him too many times. According to the law of conservation of luck, this was his end.

So Palmer tried to keep himself calm and accept such an ending...

How could he accept it?

Palmer's eyes were bloodshot, and he gnashed his teeth. Facing the etheric sword that was stabbing down on his head, Palmer raised his hand to grab the rapier, held up the sharp blade, and slashed at the etheric sword.

The bursting stream of light flashed, sweeping up the heavy snow dust, and rolled in all directions.

The dazzling light bloomed in front of Palmer's eyes, and the arc of death jumped continuously, but they could no longer touch Palmer.

The rapier that Palmer swung had already burned red and melted in the high-intensity etheric flow, but another sword took over its parry and blocked the etheric sword of the Speechless.

The dark resentment rose into the air and confronted the Speechless.

A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Speechless Man, and then he suddenly raised his head, only to see that at the end of the gray snow, a burning flame expanded from the snow dust, as if a raging fire had burned the sky, and the red flames quickly spread and covered the entire sky until the entire sky was burning.

A sobbing, ghost-like howl sounded from behind the sky, and then the snow dust and dark clouds were crushed, and a blazing meteorite fell from the sky, disintegrating and collapsing in mid-air, like a bursting firework, and the rain of fire fell on most of the sky.

The ominous howls continued, and one meteorite after another crushed the snow dust, breaking and rotating one by one, dyeing the sky red, and also crashing the flesh-and-blood earth into a dead scorched earth.

It was as if the kingdom of heaven was collapsing, and the heavy remains ruthlessly hit the earth. Under this world-destroying rain of fire, even the pillar of royal power was not spared.

The burning fire ruthlessly hit the pillar of royal power. The pillar of royal power tilted again, and large pieces of flesh and blood collapsed and burned.

At the same time, a supreme power fell rapidly from the sky. Almost at the moment when the Speechless One noticed the other party, the supreme power had already arrived in front of him.

Its speed seemed to exceed the limit of human vision. Palmer collapsed to the ground, like a movie frame. In the blink of an eye, a tall figure stood in front of him.

A few seconds later, because of the speed of this figure when it descended, the wind slowly caught up, and the harsh wind pressured Palmer's eardrums.

The ether swayed again, and the supreme power of control required everything in the field to be stable, so both the wind and the snow dust stopped their movement, and countless crystal snowflakes paused in the air, as if time had stopped.

"You are really impressive, Palmer."

A familiar voice came from the tall figure. Palmer looked at it carefully. The figure was wearing rugged and ferocious armor. The armor plates were rough and twisted, and the uneven edges were slightly red, as if they had just been rubbed by high temperature and had not yet completely cooled down.

The figure turned his head, and the familiar profile came into Palmer's eyes. The ten-horned crown also came into Palmer's eyes. The flowing light was boiling, as if the ten-horned crown was burning.

"Bo... Bologo!"

Palmer looked at Bologo, then at the pile of flesh and blood he had finally rescued, and then at the ten-horned crown that exuded supreme power.

It was as if a big hand was holding Palmer's heart, and then it was pinching Palmer's throat. He couldn't breathe, and the blood seemed to stop flowing.

Countless doubts and thousands of words rolled in Palmer's mind. Finally, he broke through the shackles of this instinctive fear and struggled to get up.

There was no doubt, no cheering, only a slightly murderous sentence.

"The next step is up to you!"

Palmer quickly retreated to the edge of the battlefield and gave Blog a thumbs up. At the end of his figure disappearing in the wind and snow, Palmer showed a rampant smile and gave a thumbs up to the speechless man.

Blog calmly clenched his fist to block the resentful bite of the etheric sword, raised his other hand, and the Saw Axe flew into the air and fell back into his palm. This time, there was no need for blood sacrifice. The Saw Axe naturally surrendered to this supreme power, and the axe blade broke into hideous branches.

The ether surged and collided, and a loud explosion sounded between Blogo and the Speechless One. Then, the ripples of the ether were like shock waves, ruthlessly flattening the snow dust in the range. The solidified snowflakes broke and evaporated into escaping gas.

The Speechless One stepped back a few steps, staring at the crown on Blogo's head with a solemn expression. Blogo controlled the necklace and ring in the snow dust. The ether repaired the twisted metal and put them back on carefully.

The Speechless One said in a low voice, "Is this the so-called red dragon?"

Blogo did not answer the Speechless One's words, but looked at the reality that was constantly collapsing around him.

"Let's go to the final battlefield."

As Blogo said, the glow of the alchemical matrix shone on his body, and the majestic ether power was ruthlessly applied to the Pillar of Kingship, further accelerating the fall of the Pillar of Kingship.

The entire area sank into the etheric realm at a speed visible to the naked eye. Dark blue cracks rose from all around. When Blog raised his head again, the expanding crack was already hanging above his head, and the dark blue boundless world was in sight.

The chaotic and noisy power erupted not far from the Pillar of Kingship. Blog looked in the direction of the power and saw huge shadows towering into the sky, and scarlet runes rolled in the boiling darkness.

While Blog and others were fighting in the material world, the fight between the demons in the etheric realm never stopped.

The tar of chaos was mixed together, and the demons were like terrifying big snakes, entangled with each other, indistinguishable from each other.

In the flashing scarlet light, Beelzebub looked at Blog who fell into the etheric realm, and the ten-horned crown was shining.

Beelzebub said nervously, "He still did it."

The situation that was originally advantageous was reversed again, making this end battle more complicated and confusing.

Beelzebub became angry, and she growled, "You had a chance to stop him!"

Mammon remained silent, and at the same time, Hill's wild laughter sounded.

"Look, devils, look at your pathetic and ugly nature."

Hill laughed wantonly, "You are always like this, unable to transcend the limitations of your own desires, so there are many flaws and you are doomed to fail."

"Devils, you can't understand the so-called sacrifice and dedication, let alone the so-called unity."

Hill's voice exploded in Mammon's ears like thunder, deafening and shaking his mind.

"You obviously have countless opportunities to win, but because of your own uncontrollable desires, you have fallen into meaningless disputes and divisions. It's so sad!"

As long as the devils are united for a moment, as long as they no longer suspect each other and no longer obey the absolute desire, then the devils will have dominated the material world long ago, and humans will have no chance of winning in front of them.

But the fact is, the demons can never unite, let alone sacrifice their own interests for each other and suppress their own desires.

Just like the drowning sinners, they trampled on each other, longing for liberation, but also envied and hated each other.

They were devils, monsters with original sin, destined to be unable to be liberated, and could only repeat in this painful cycle until everything ended.

This was the limitation of desire, the curse of original sin, and the shackles and constraints that could not be escaped.

"Fortunately, the end is coming," Hill murmured with a pitiful look, "your suffering is about to end."

The towering shadows intertwined and entangled with each other, turning into a boiling sea of ​​tar, and there was no peace.

While the devils were fighting with all their might, Blogo also started the final duel with the Speechless.

The violent ether arcs erupted violently, and the dense thunderstorms gathered instantly at the top of the Pillar of Kingship, and the continuous explosions shook everything around.

The Pillar of Kingship was crumbling under this force, and finally fell towards the boundless ice field like a collapsed mountain.

Blogo's figure penetrated through layers of flesh and blood, like a burning meteor, and fell heavily on the ice field. The ice under his feet instantly cracked, and the broken ice flew everywhere.

With his chest raised, the ten-pointed crown burned quietly. Blogo looked at the top of the pillar of royal power, and the figure of the Speechless One quietly emerged.

The power of the crowned one was wantonly squandered. Under the push of the ether, the pillar of royal power slowly fell and pressed towards Blogo. A huge shadow enveloped the entire world. At the same time, the ice field under Blogo's feet suddenly collapsed. The broken ice quickly melted into a surging wave. The cold torrents came overwhelmingly, turning into a white torrent across the ice field.

The supreme power entangled and stirred each other, and when it was compressed to the limit, it suddenly burst open.

Blogo controlled everything he touched, and violently tore the falling pillar of royal power with unstoppable power.

This huge mountain-like monster made of flesh and blood was cut in half from the middle as if it had been cut by a divine weapon. The cross section was neat and clear, showing a terrifying scene.

Hundreds of tons of heavy objects disappeared at this moment. The pillar of royal power was completely crushed under its own huge weight, and the fragments were scattered. The sound of collapse was deafening. The supreme power completed this earth-shattering feat in an instant, completely destroying the once invincible symbol of royal power and turning it into a ruin.

Among the broken and collapsed ruins of flesh and blood, Blogo stepped on the empty stairs and went up layer by layer. The invading waves and torrents suddenly split into two turbulent water streams under Blogo's body. The liquid near the edge of Blogo quickly cooled and solidified into clusters of solid ice, flashing with dangerous coldness, like a sharp ice blade, emitting bursts of biting cold wind.

Blogo continued to move forward, unswervingly forward, the mountains gave way in front of him, and the sea also parted the narrow road.