Chapter 509 - 510: Beyond Divine Level
All sound vanished.
All motion ceased.
In the center of this battlefield teetering on the brink of Destruction, there silently emerged a figure.
No warning signs, no spatial fluctuations, no Energy ripples.
She simply existed there.
As if she was meant to be there.
As if the Destruction and rebirth of this world, the clash and obliteration of Law, were merely insignificant backdrops beneath her feet.
She wore a black dress, with long hair flowing like the deepest night.
Her face blurred in a soft halo, hard to see clearly.
The most striking thing was her eyes,
black, pure black!
She merely stood there, with not a hint of aura released, yet forcibly pulled everything back to calm.
Upon seeing this figure, the previously ferocious Shadow Titan of The Terminus suddenly froze.
Overwhelming Demonic Qi rendered it incapable of thought.
Yet still, deep within its soul, it instinctively felt a tremble in the presence of this figure.
Lazuli also froze upon seeing this figure.
She had fused seven Divine powers, but before this black-dressed woman, it felt like a stream encountering a boundless ocean.
A profound sense of Powerlessness rose within her!
Furthermore, she faintly sensed an odd feeling of shared origin between her own Power and that of the black-dressed woman!
"The First... Demon God?"
Isabelle murmured softly, her voice carrying a subtly discernible dryness.
As the longest surviving existence among the Beastbond.
She naturally knew that there were ten Demon Gods in the Demon Abyss.
However, the First Demon God was the most mysterious and terrifying of them all.
Now, facing the First Demon God truly, Isabelle’s feelings were more profound.
She felt her Divine Level strength, in front of the other, was akin to an ant.
And Vera, Veridia, along with others, had similarly grave expressions.
This suddenly appearing woman caused more pressure than that imposing Shadow Titan.
Already near the point of life-level crushing!
Aster Grant’s gaze fell upon the black-dressed woman, the previous battle-ready gleam swiftly faded into gravity.
The current situation had exceeded his expectations completely!
The one who appeared before him...
Was indeed the First Demon God!
He had assumed that after killing all the Demon Gods, only then would he face the true ruler of the Demon Abyss.
But unexpectedly...
She completely acted out of the ordinary!
Now, trouble brews!
At this moment, the black-dressed woman’s gaze calmly scanned the entire area.
As her eyes passed over the frozen Shadow Titan, there was no fluctuation, as if it were merely an inconspicuous stone on the roadside.
Finally, her gaze settled on Aster Grant.
Being stared at by those pure black eyes, Aster Grant felt as if his soul had been seen through.
The past, present, future, everything seemed there could hide from her.
"Things have escalated enough."
She spoke, her voice ethereal and calm.
Yet it echoed clearly in the consciousness of every presence, "Enough is enough."
As those four words fell, an invisible force swept across the scene.
Lazuli groaned, within her, the fusion of seven Divine powers had just touched above Divine Level...
The vast might of Chaos Threshold had crumbled instantly like a building losing its foundation!
The seven distinct Divine lights uncontrollably stripped from her body, each entering Isabelle, Vera, Veridia, Elara Crimson, Sally, Lilith, Scarlett’s bodies respectively.
Lazuli’s aura plummeted, her complexion turned pale, and the Twelve Wings’ shadow behind her rapidly dimmed, fading back to its original form.
Only in her eyes lingered shock and weakness.
On the opposite side, the Shadow Titan fused with the seven Demon God origins underwent a drastic change as well.
The Dark Magic Energy composing its body seemed forcibly dismantled by an invisible hand, the traits of each Demon God screamed as they were stripped away.
The towering shadow rapidly collapsed and divided.
Finally transformed into the worn-out, uniquely-shaped bodies of the Second to Eighth Demon God.
The seven Demon Gods had just manifested, not even caring about their weakness.
They eagerly knelt in the Void, facing toward the direction of the black-dressed woman.
Their massive bodies trembled slightly from fear.
The dark mass formed by the second Demon God of The Terminus shook the most severely.
The Spiritual fluctuations it emitted were filled with panic:
"My lady! We were incapable, failing to guard the Demon Abyss territory, disturbing you, please punish us!"
Yet the black-dressed woman didn’t even shift her gaze slightly.
As if the seven ancient Demon Gods were merely irrelevant roadside existences.
Her gaze, from start to finish, remained calmly fixed on Aster Grant.
"This time, the Demon Abyss concedes."
Her voice remained ethereal and calm, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, yet it hammered heavily on Aster Grant’s heart.
"But next time, you won’t be so fortunate."
"Concede? Next time?"
Aster Grant’s pupils suddenly contracted, heart seized by an invisible hand.
A ridiculous sensation swept across him.
So many sacrifices, fighting to this point, and it turns out it’s merely an effortlessly dismissible failure?
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A game that can be reset at any time?
And they, along with the fallen Demon God, and even this world, are just insignificant pawns in this game?
Boundless anger exploded and burned in Aster Grant’s chest!
This is the ultimate defiance and fury at having all efforts scorned, and the value of life trampled upon!
His gaze was fixed intensely on the blurred visage of the black-clad woman, as if trying to pierce through that layer of halo.
The black-clad woman seemed to sense the surging, monstrous rage within Aster Grant’s heart.
Her purely black eyes rotated slightly, meeting Aster Grant’s gaze.
"You are not convinced?"
It was not a question, merely a plain statement.
Then, she casually raised her right hand and gently waved it toward The Void.
"Crack——!!!"
The entire Eighth Layer of the Demon Abyss, a world forcibly calmed from the brink of collapse.
Along with the remaining mountains, lands, spatial structure, and even the most basic Law within it...
Suddenly disintegrated, shattered, and turned into countless micro-glowing dust under the horrified gaze of Aster Grant and others!
It was not destruction, but a more complete obliteration!
As if this domain of the Demon God, having existed for countless years, had never existed.
And at the moment the Eighth Layer of the Demon Abyss completely disappeared, the body of the kneeling eighth Demon God stiffened abruptly.
Without any wails, it then silently and completely dissipated.
Divine Position collapsed, existence erased.
The bodies of the other six kneeling Demon Gods trembled violently, burying their heads even lower.
Not even a hint of Spiritual fluctuation, fear reached its peak.
And in the next moment.
The black-clad woman’s five fingers gently clenched again.
The dust scattered all over the sky, representing the existence of the Eighth Layer of the Demon Abyss.
Like time reversing, frantically converged, compressed, and reformed toward her palm!
In the blink of an eye, a miniature version of the eighth layer Demon Abyss phantom, exactly like before, was slowly spinning in her palm.
And within that phantom, a point of darkness condensed, rapidly expanded, and shaped, ultimately becoming the eighth Demon God.
With a flick of her finger, she obliterated a layer of Demon Abyss, exterminating a Demon God.
With a turn of her hand, she reshaped the world, reviving the fallen Demon God!
This scene entirely exceeded the comprehension of Aster Grant and the others.
This was no longer about the disparity in Power, but the absolute control over everything.
Supreme above all!
To create or to destroy the world could be done at will.
The black-clad woman held the miniature Demon Abyss and the struggling eighth Demon God in her palm.
Her purely black eyes gazed indifferently at Aster Grant, her voice so calm it chilled the marrow:
"Were it not for a prior agreement with her, you would have been casually erased by me long ago."
She tilted her head slightly, with a tone carrying a trace of almost pitying aloofness:
"Do you truly think you have the right... to stand here and converse with me as equals?"
As her words fell, an invisible pressure like the weight of the entire cosmos...
Bore down upon Aster Grant and all the Beastbond behind him!
At that moment, it felt as though they were being repelled by everything in existence.
As though in the next instant, they would be thoroughly erased from this heaven and earth!
Aster Grant clenched his teeth tightly, the bones in his body groaning under the unbearable burden.
His soul seemed on the verge of being drawn in and crushed by those pure black eyes.
Yet he still straightened his back, facing that gaze capable of making a Divine collapse.
The anger burning in his eyes hadn’t extinguished; instead, under that extreme pressure, it transformed into something colder and more resolute.
He knew, what the other party said was true.
In the face of such an existence, their current Power was as insignificant as dust.
But, so what?
"Not now..."
Aster Grant’s voice, hoarse from the immense pressure, squeezed out each word clearly through clenched teeth:
"Doesn’t mean... never."
"The rules... of this world."
"Next time..."
He raised his head, unflinchingly meeting those pure black eyes:
"I will personally... break them."
It was merely a calm statement, yet it carried a resolve more decisive than any oath.
The black-clad woman quietly looked at him.
In her purely black eyes, a minute ripple seemed to emerge once more.
Like water still for eternity, stirred by a single stone.
After a moment of silence, she said nothing, merely slowly withdrew her gaze.
The hand holding the miniature Demon Abyss gently clenched, and that phantom along with the resurrected eighth Demon God became a wisp of black smoke, dissipating into nothingness.
As if the previous world-shattering, creating and destroying display was merely the casual sweep of a speck of dust.
"As long as you have this Power!"
Leaving behind these words filled with ambiguous intent.
Her figure intended to leave just as it had appeared.
But just at this moment...
A figure in white suddenly appeared.
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