Chapter 148 -148-A Bountiful Harvest
At the moment when Black Viper’s terror reached its peak, it turned to flee at the fastest speed it could muster. Yet just as it spun around, it suddenly caught sight of a pair of cold, merciless eyes—eyes that blazed like twin golden suns, too radiant and intense to gaze upon directly—locking onto its fleeing figure.
Under the terrifying focus of that gaze, Black Viper’s entire body stiffened. Its scales bristled and stood on end like those of a hedgehog startled out of its wits. Dense, choking poison mist, thick as plumes of black wolf smoke, erupted from its body and surged frantically toward those twin suns.
Yet the deadly venom, containing Black Viper’s very life essence, didn’t even have the chance to spread. The instant it came into contact with the golden radiance, it evaporated completely, vanishing into nothingness. Then, like countless spears forged from pure light, the golden beams pierced through Black Viper’s body, sending bright crimson blood spraying into the air.
In the very next instant, Black Viper’s corpse, riddled with countless holes like a sieve, froze and stiffened. Its form was drawn into the void itself, disintegrating into oblivion without leaving a trace behind.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the battlefield, the colossal flaming hand descended upon the six formidable spellbeasts. Having already been scorched by the initial assault, the six spellbeasts were left utterly weakened, barely clinging to life. They could do nothing but stare helplessly as the flaming hand reached toward them, grabbing them effortlessly before all six vanished into the fiery palm and disappeared without a trace.
"Deus Initium! Spare me! Have mercy, please spare me!"
Madam Spider, who had already begun her desperate escape, now screamed in terror, her cries shrill and frantic. Gone was the previous composure, gone was the cunning calculation she once exuded—now she was reduced to a trembling, pitiful wretch, pleading for her life without a shred of dignity.
Because she could clearly sense it—the flaming hand was coming for her.
The heavens and earth seemed to burn as rolling waves of fire consumed the sky. From a distance, the entire world was bathed in a sea of crimson, resembling a fiery crucible where heaven and earth alike were forged anew.
With the flame-clad hand locking onto her aura, Madam Spider had no chance of escaping. The blazing hand descended from above, sealing off her every avenue of retreat with terrifying swiftness.
Five enormous fingers, like pillars that could imprison the heavens themselves, encircled her. Divine golden light, sharp and penetrating, invaded her very bones and marrow, piercing into her limbs and spine. Madam Spider’s complexion instantly turned deathly pale, drained of all blood.