The Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch howled at the sky, and the forest spread wildly toward the heights.
Though it didn’t know what that cold light was, it was certainly very dangerous.
The cold light vanished into the Skeleton Forest, like a mud bull into the sea.
The Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch was uncertain and suspicious.
It quickly flew outward.
The sound of freezing constantly echoed, yet it couldn’t see any anomaly.
Gradually, its escape beca more laborious, its speed slower and slower.
Bam! It seed to collide into an air wall, the piercing cold penetrating the marrow.
The Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch roared:
"Coward, dare to co out and fight?"
From all directions, its true form was revealed.
The Skeleton Forest, at so point, had been imprisoned within an ice-blue sphere.
Its diater was hundreds of thousands of miles, comparable to a real world.
Countless snowflakes fell from the sky.
Each one was enough to freeze flesh and soul.
The roaring north wind ca swirling, like knives and thorns.
The Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch was horrified:
"That cold light from earlier?"
Skeleton Forest turned into a giant spear, striking against the giant star’s barrier. But after the bone-chilling north wind passed, the giant spear visibly disintegrated and disappeared.
"So cold."
The Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch was like a cauliflower snake trapped in the Antarctic Ice Field.
Desperate and helpless.
"So cold..."
Its consciousness was about to be frozen.
Finally, a frozen gigantic snake stood straight in the void.
A pure white giant hand reached down and picked it up.
Deep in space, only the Thousand-Pocked Poison Monarch was galloping.
"Both Third and Fourth have no aura...in less than ten breaths."
It felt despair, the enemy was too strong.
As a Monarch, when had it ever fled so pathetically?
The void trembled violently again.
As if the Land of Darkness experienced an earthquake.
The instability of space made the bulky body of the Thousand-Hole Monarch sway.
Coldness ca from above, the Thousand-Hole Monarch looked up, then froze.
It saw a scene it would never forget:
A pure white giant palm, seemingly covering a million-mile radius, pressed down.
It locked past, present, future!
It locked front, back, left, right, up, down!
It locked body, soul, consciousness!
The palm was incredibly smooth, with only the flowing lines in the palm forming a picture:
From cosmic explosion to the annihilation of the giant spirit!
From plane creation and destruction to civilization change!
From life’s evolution to the frost of all categories in the sky!
From the disappearance of ancient demons to the Dusk of the Gods!
This was the hand to change heavens and earth, to recreate new heavens!
It was unconstrained, unstoppable!
"How can there be such an attack?"
"Could it be, the Dusk Palace Master skipped legendary and went directly to supre?"
"Impossible?!"
That was the last thought of the Thousand-Hole Poison Monarch before it fainted.
Then it sank into darkness, with no consciousness.
In the darkness, Levi in a white robe stood alone.
The spell just cast was his improved [Chaos Seal].
He had only acted on a whim, not expecting such powerful effect.
"Using chaotic power of the legendary level to cast Chaos Seal, its effect is no less than legendary spells, which is an unexpected delight, interesting."
Actually, that pure white giant palm’s range was just several tens of thousands of miles.
Its display as a million-mile giant was due to Levi combining School of Dreams illusions and Nightmare Emperor Dragon power with the illusion artifact [Night Barrier Bead] to trap the Thousand-Pocked Poison Monarch.
Making others unable to rise in resistance, foolishly waiting to die.
Thus, it was easily captured alive.
Inside the White Emperor Star Palace, another two figures were suppressed in the Wind and Thunder Prison.
Among them, the Thousand-Legged Poison Monarch showed an expression devoid of emotion.
"Fourth, Fifth, you ended up here too?"
The voice of the Thousand-Pronged Poison Monarch was rigid.
"Don’t lose heart, Supre Will will save us."
The Thousand-Pocked Poison Monarch was still imrsed in illusions.
"Impossible...impossible."
The other prisoners saw this and felt their hearts dead.
In the years they had been imprisoned, Levi seed to have expanded his power considerably.
"The Three Poison Lords, all are excellent toxic raw materials."
Levi had already made arrangents for them in his heart.
This battle was his trial.
Using hardly any knight techniques.
As it currently stands, the Chaos Path has truly not disappointed him. His thousand years of preparation of materials, and the struggle of a century of advancent was worthwhile.
First, the comprehensive tamorphosis of innate spells.
From First Talent Fire Dragon Tribulation, to Ninth TalentTen Thousand Dragons.
The power and functions have all been upgraded and transford.
This battle just tested the Ice Dragon Prison.
The other eight talents had no chance to reveal.
They can only show their divine power on the Giant battlefield.
The rest of the spell power had different degrees of enhancent.
Ninth-circle spells could fully serve as legendary spells.
Functional primordial soul spells also had their uses.
Given Levi’s current realm.
Even throwing a First-Ring Spell, Fireball Technique.
Could kill a primordial soul wizard.
The factors affecting spell power are quality, realm, proficiency.
Quality and proficiency are fixed.
But Levi’s chaotic technique power in legendary realm was strong enough.
Making ordinary spells evolve.
Post-advancent, his wizard forms also underwent tamorphosis.
A Demiplane was also nurtured.
Just awaiting a trial!
As for Levi’s primordial soul, it was transford into the Soul of Chaos.
The body and primordial soul initially fused into one.
For Levi, he began to gradually relinquish the concepts of body and spirit.
Both would ultimately return to the Chaos Body.
With the Chaos Body, he can cast legendary spells, wield wizard abilities; and also achieve six supre dragon transformations, employ knight powers.
A thousand powers, ten thousand spells, conclude in two words:
Chaos!
Chaos is the starting point of all creation.
It is zero, also one, and even ten thousand!
From nothing to sothing, from one to many, it’s all chaos.
Thus, whether knight or wizard.
Chaos is the starting point of their fusion.
User Comments
0 comments from readers