Chapter 1341 - 529: Destruction of the Divine Body

In this nest of blood and flesh.

Countless tendon and flesh combinations of tentacle spears are constantly attacking in this space.

These tentacles, formed by condensed flesh and blood, are personally controlled by the Divine.

In comparison to this tide of flesh and blood, the flesh that I condensed is far superior in both appearance and strength.

The tentacles previously formed by the tide of flesh and blood hardly caused any significant impact on the people.

But now these tentacles, every muscle, every tendon of blood and flesh, seems to be perfectly sculpted.

The surface is smooth, every muscle fits on it, looking like a sculpture.

The powerful strength brought by these combinations allows each tentacle to reach its limit in terms of elastic piercing capability.

Lucilia swings the Curse Sword in her hand, performing slashes or directly transforming into mist to evade attacks.

Since she first jumped through the space using the Spatial Dagger to get behind the God of Rebirth and strike him, now she finds it difficult even to get close.

Whenever Lucilia prepares to jump through space, the dense attacks flying in make it impossible for her to move.

Just defending is already consuming almost all her energy.

Clearly, Lucilia trying to defeat this enemy in front of her is no longer possible.

"Lucilia."

Alka’s voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this voice, Lucilia swung the Great Sword and spun around fiercely.

The powerful soul wave swept around.

Although it couldn’t cause any attack on these soul-less blood and flesh tentacles, the soul wave still slowed them down, subsequently severing all tentacles surrounding her.

Immediately retreating to the rear.

A mirror appeared in front of Lucilia, blocking all the pursuing tentacles.

Then, Lucilia returned to Alka and the others.

"Oh? Not planning to fight?"

The God of Rebirth looked at them and asked.

"Since you’ve already despaired, let me personally send you back to the Nether Sea."

He said with a smile, his tone calm.

Alka chuckled: "Don’t rush, this time it’s my turn."

Upon hearing this, the God of Rebirth wasn’t annoyed, nor did he say much, just staying there quietly, seemingly waiting.

Lucilia and everyone watched Alka.

Alka whispered something into Lucilia’s ear.

Upon hearing it, Lucilia frowned at him, then nodded.

Lucilia looked at the huge Curse Sword in her hand, holding the massive blade with one hand. Then, with her left hand, she pressed Alka’s chest, and with her right hand held the Curse Blade, she chopped down.

By now, the Curse Sword had already transformed into the state of a Soul Blade, its blade swinging down.

In the instant of the swing, Lucilia directly entered Alka’s body.

At this moment, Alka’s body also underwent changes, his fleshly body trembling.

The soul manifested outside as spiritual energy enveloped his body.

The last connection with the Dream Realm inside him snapped.

Alka’s soul and spiritual body disconnected from his physical form.

His overall strength began to grow frantically.

No need for him to deliberately guide the power within the Dream Realm, his strength began leaning towards the Dream Realm.

Inside.

Lucilia herself transformed into the link connecting the physical body and Alka’s spiritual body.

Using her own power to continue holding them together.

The voice penetrated into Alka’s ear.

"I can only sustain for 15 minutes. After 15 minutes, your body and soul will completely disconnect, and by then you’ll only be in the Dream Realm."

Alka nodded: "Enough."

Looking at Alka now.

Even the God of Rebirth, who had always maintained a calm expression, couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, his expression revealing surprise.

"I actually didn’t realize, you are a ruler of the Dream Realm, truly impressive.

A mortal becomes a ruler of the Dream Realm, yet you aren’t a creature of the Dream Realm...how did you manage this?"

The God of Rebirth’s surprise conveyed through his confusion.

Time was tight, and Alka looked at him, not having the leisure to chat idly with him.

The mystery of the Dream Realm began to spread wildly, and in an instant, the eruption of fantastical colors and dream-like pink mist filled the entire space.

A strong current suddenly pierced the mist, landing around the God of Rebirth.

The intense electric current contacted the body.

This time even the God of Rebirth dared not be negligent.

The flesh wings on his back fluttered, and his form began to move quickly within the maze of the Dream Realm.

Surrounding flesh walls formed into various blood and flesh tentacles, following him to begin attacking.

This is the interior of the flesh tide.

This is his main battleground.

At the bottom of the flesh where they stood, silver liquid formed from mirrors began to flow slowly, encompassing the entire battleground.

Alka’s figure naturally appeared behind the God of Rebirth.

Elemental-condensed translucent piercing energy instantaneously penetrated the God of Rebirth’s body.

Before the tentacle attacks arrived, the body shattered into a mirror surface, disappearing in place.

The God of Rebirth looked at the hole in his body.

Flesh intertwined and conglomerated, repairing his body.

Penetrating his torso, regardless of whether it was the arm, chest, or head, did not affect his actions at all.

"Ting!"

A pleasant sound came from within the mist.

"Coin?"

The God of Rebirth narrowed his eyes, realizing that something seemed amiss within himself.