Chapter 810 - 404: Battlefield Crisis

Chapter 810: Chapter 404: Battlefield Crisis

Siel fell silent. Feiya’s current argument was that these very low-level, seemingly unclean impurities were actually coordinates.

He thought of the feeling of being spied on just now, and being outmaneuvered by the enemy time and again, as if all his actions were visible to that Sabo.

Siel pondered and waved his hand, completely erasing some extremely vile impurities.

Ahead, the divine presence became increasingly frenzied and mad, as if a mindless existence was being released from some form of restraint.

Siel frowned.

Although he knew there must be issues with these two, he still looked at Pu Sheng: "Do you know who from the Abyss is sealed in the Underworld?"

Pu Sheng shrugged: "Sorry, Your Majesty, the Abyss has neither inheritance nor civilization. What I know of Abyss history comes from the documents of other worlds, which may not be as much as your understanding."

Siel turned away without responding, as the throne of the Fallen Angels arrived at the center of the Land of the Far South.

The increasingly frenzied atmosphere began to make Siel’s eyes grave.

Now, the God who was being unsealed exposed an aura that wasn’t weaker than his.

This is unbelievable.

The division of the Ancient Gods was according to some essence to classify realms.

Those that transcend mortal existence are called Root Sources.

Above the Root Source, those able to create a world with complete and independent rules are known as Realm Masters.

Beyond the Realm Master, those who can freely create bizarre forms and whose power transforms genuinely are called Eternal.

Meanwhile, the classification of the New Gods is purely based on power.

Tiny, Weak, Intermediate, Powerful, Great.

But Gods with Weak Divine Power are never considered truly weak.

Each is a known existence in All Heavens; how can this aura be... so unfamiliar?

This cannot be, unless this is not a sealed New God.

After all... The Angel Race was created by the God of Light after the New Gods completely purged all enemies.

And Fallen Angels transformed from the Angel Race, this perfect race.

Therefore, only if it isn’t a sealed New God, Angels and Fallen Angels care feel unfamiliar.

Earth Mother, perhaps?

Siel mused, as a shadow soared into the sky, forming a divine domain that encompassed the entire Land of the Far South.

No matter what, it’s always right to prepare for battle first.

The snow in the Land of the Far South melted, the ice cracked, the sky was shrouded in Divine Power, and this region became extremely unstable, as if doomsday had already arrived.

Siel raised his hand as the throne continued soaring high into the air, overlooking everything below.

Ah ah ah ah...

Suddenly, a sharp scream erupted, followed by a massive pillar of energy shooting into the sky.

The purple pillar exacerbated the doomsday transformation of this area. The first wave of unleashed power seemed extremely contained to God, as though just enough to break the seal, with only slight residual feeling.

Siel’s eyes grew even more grave, feeling both madness and rationality...

Buzz~

A sense of being spied on swept over, lacking any rationality, making it impossible for God to discern any thoughts other than killing and destruction.

Siel paused for a moment, and raised his hand; in the void, the Sword of Judgment instantly took shape.

The doomsday transformation of the area stalled abruptly.

While in the Caterlego battlefield, Siel had only used a third of his power, this time’s judgment was all-out.

If the enemy was unable to withstand, the Slaying Skill would be used.

Buzz~

A vast energy tempest began to lock onto its target, causing the region to fall silent.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The frenzied roar grew sharper as it suddenly descended into the dimension of reality.

At that moment, God reopened his own seal.

Buzz~

The black Holy Sword in the sky, propelled by the black wings, abruptly descended.

Siel had no intention to converse with this God. In his view, the Abyss God did not regard him, that sense of murderous spying was a direct provocation to God.

A dark figure with purple eyes stared intently at God.

He charged forward without hesitation, tracing a thread of Flowing Light in the air, as the massive aura abruptly made the region, shrouded in Divine Power, even more stagnant.

Yet his speed caused a hint of doubt in Siel’s eyes, sitting high on the throne.

Buzz~

The Sword of Judgment fell, shattering this God decisively.

The throne-top Siel abruptly turned his head.

His gaze crossed countless distances to a distant direction.

On the Caterlego battlefield, the Caterlego who should have died was just about to sever the last Taboo Devil’s head.

The battlefield was in full collapse.

Before God could react, something from another dimension suddenly approached.

Buzz~

Something instantaneously touched God’s soul, then that thing vanished into nothingness.

Siel frowned, perceiving his soul. Suddenly, a vast memory emerged in his soul, attempting to endow God with an incredibly special inheritance.

In the next moment, that memory shattered instantly, having no effect on God.

Siel was silent, underestimated...

His eyes were full of gloom as he took a deep breath and looked towards Caterlego, spatial fluctuations brushing past around him.

But in the next moment, that feeling struck again, causing God, usually indifferent, to feel truly annoyed.

He abruptly looked at the lounging Pu Sheng.

"Was that you?"

Pu Sheng shrugged: "Majesty, I’ve always been right under your nose, haven’t I? Could you not discern if I made a move?"