Chapter 809: You Did Your Best, Minor Deity of the Mortal Realm!

"What could possibly be so interesting about this series?" Guls muttered as he watched.

To mention the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven, one had to mention another demonic god.

The Sovereign of the Realm of Consciousness, a world formed by the gathering of human evil, resentment, and all manner of wicked thoughts—Xuan Mo.

The Heterogeneous Demon Realm, created by the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven, sought to bring their creator down to the mortal realm to destroy the human world.

On the other side, this sovereign from the Realm of Consciousness desired to have the evil spirits of his realm possess human bodies and seize control of the mortal world.

Thus, the current situation found humanity struggling to survive in the cracks, as endless calamity and terrifying destruction left the entire human world scarred and devastated.

Yet, because the destruction of the mortal world would ruin the plans of the Realm of Consciousness to conquer it, these two demonic gods were also adversaries to one another.

"Divine might shatters the eight expanses, the galloping thunder cannot be opposed." With columns of lightning and torrents of flowing fire, a stalwart figure emerged as if from the boundless, abyss of darkness, wicked light clearing his path and five thunders descending upon the world, as a grand, unparalleled voice echoed across the four fields and eight wildernesses, "Enforcing the borders restores the tyrannical way, a celestial prodigy shall command the host of heroes!"

"Hiss—! This guy!?" Guls's eyes widened instantly in a stare, seeing the demonic god before him radiating a grim, utterly foul aura completely unlike anything of the mortal world, appearing before him like a fiendish deity from the deep underworld, carrying an arrogant dignity that overawed the world.

This was by no means an aura a human should possess; even at a single first glance, Guls felt the terror of this aura, which could only belong to the most supreme and evil of demonic gods.

As the tall boots touched the ground, it was as if even the earth could not bear this grand might, exploding violently.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"By the God of the Magic Dragon..." the magic dragon Guls whispered, "This guy explodes with every single step..."

He then quickly covered his mouth, looking at the surrounding crowd, and immediately noticed several pairs of eyes glancing over.

"What are you all looking at this dragon for!?" Sparks flew wildly from the magic dragon Guls's mouth, "Look at that, what god, what demon, the great Guls doesn't feel a thing watching this! Not like you humans who get startled and jumpy at everything."

"When this demonic god appeared, this dragon wasn't scared at all, and even felt like eating a spicy latiao strip, houhou!" Having said that, he pinched a spicy latiao strip for himself and waved it at the people looking over, as if to prove to everyone that the great Guls was no cowardly dragon!

All of you are slanderers!

Though he temporarily lacked the money to buy all the skins, as an ancient magic dragon, he did not lack the money to buy spicy latiao.

...

Everyone withdrew their gazes.

They continued watching the television series.

And just then, above the endless void, as if at the end of time and space, a magnificent golden palace stood, dazzling and radiant like the sun, with winding streams flowing between, and palace pillars rising as if to pierce the sky, where within the splendid hall, a supreme being cast a sliver of his gaze downward to peer at the mortal world.

In the mortal world, the Divine Land was sinking, the celestial pillars were destroyed, and the heavens had already collapsed.

The boundary between god and man had also been opened by a massive breach.

It could bear a portion of his spiritual consciousness and power, descending into the dust of the mortal realm.

The Sacred Demon Primordial Fetus—the human body the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven had created for himself—gushed with a terrifying, apocalyptic demonic power like a volcanic eruption.

Between heaven and earth, there was neither sun nor moon, as if everything had stepped into a realm of dark chaos.

The silhouette of a demonic god, grand as a giant mountain holding up the sky, slowly coalesced into the primordial fetus.

His black robes possessed a magnificence unlike the mortal world, solemn yet bearing a touch of supreme and absolute nobility, his hands raised as if embracing the rising sun, his gaze cold and austere, as if looking down upon the filth of the human world.

This strongest God of War had also descended into the mortal dust!

The moment the demonic god’s toes lightly touched the ground, making true contact with this world—the entire Divine Land could not bear this heaven-reaching power, and the whole universe instantly lost its balance!

A storm of catastrophe raged into existence!

The wild wind whipped up his long hair, revealing a completely perfect, flawless countenance that simply should not belong to mortal colors.

The wind, like the aftershock of a nuclear explosion, instantly swallowed everything around, and in heaven, earth, and the eight expanses, whether they were the humans, demons, or the Realm of Consciousness locked in decisive battle... whether they were the powerful or ordinary mortals, regardless of the depth of their cultivation, all exploded into clouds of blood mist!

The earth beneath cracked and collapsed inch by inch.

"Crack—!" A shattering sound awed heaven and earth; it was the sound of the earth splitting!

"Boom—!" The seawater surged up ten thousand chang high, a rumbling sound; it was the roar of the great ocean!

Meteors fell upon the earth, great mountains collapsed, lava spewed forth, and everything in the human world was continuously destroyed; that... was a doomsday from which no one could struggle or resist!

At this moment, all the people watching the show had no leisure to care about how others fared; inside their minds right now, there was only a blank void.

Their minds were entirely filled by this terrifying scene, leaving absolutely no room for anything else!

Such a sight, even if one only stole a single glance at it...

Could make one feel a deep despair, devouring one's body and soul entirely like the boundless darkness around them.

This was the most shocking spectacle of the mortal world, and also humanity's most desolate elegy!

Before such power, no one could summon even a shred of the will to resist.

Yet in the face of this great terror that destroyed heaven and earth, another demonic god moved.

A thunderstorm coalesced upon that ancient heavy halberd, the powers of Yin and Yang and thunder all gathering within the halberd, the brightness of the weapon and the lightning piercing through the darkness of heaven and earth, striking out with the halberd just as the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven set foot upon the mortal dust!

The wicked thunder erupted with a glimmer of dark light that illuminated heaven and earth, and immediately following that, bounced back violently.

At this moment, it was as if the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven had only just recalled his consciousness from the heavenly realm into the primordial fetus, and his eyes slowly opened.

He remained completely motionless.

It was like a gentle breeze that could not even dishevel the corner of his clothes; his gaze swept across the entire human world, seemingly not caring at all about the other demonic god before him, speaking indifferently: "The human world is filthy once more!"

Swinging the halberd with sky-cleaving force, bringing with it blazing fire and leaping lightning, fire and thunder intersecting to extinguish all things, carrying the supreme power to submerge gods, the true thunder turned like a terrifying vortex, swirling the solar stream of extreme Yang into the halberd, and the most unyielding and positive astral qi was, at the moment of the swing, locked into a single point within the halberd! Condensed into one!

Xuan Mo's halberd, bearing unparalleled might, struck out!

At this moment, the Emperor of Abandoned Heaven was seen lightly striking out with a single palm.

"You did your best, minor god of the mortal world."

The sky-engulfing momentum was like the collapse of heaven! In the next instant, everyone saw Xuan Mo, this demonic god of matchless might, fly backward, his physical body collapsing and shattering in a single breath!

Directly dead!

At this time, let alone Guls, even all the surrounding spectators had their mouths wide open, as if they wanted to shriek from the overwhelming fear filling their hearts, yet it felt as if their entire chests were pressed down by a Mount Tai, their throats gripped ruthlessly by a hand.

Not even a shred of sound could be uttered from their mouths.

They could not even breathe.

At this moment, all of them felt a terror that made them as insignificant as ants.

After a silence of about several tens of minutes, a dragon's roar was finally heard: "Ah ah ah ah ow ow ow ow—!"

"This dragon's legs are weak... who can help this dragon to the toilet... I can really share my treasure—!"

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