This anger of being deceived, combined with the fear of almost losing her "child".
Caused the power of this Innate Chaos to surge to an unprecedented level.
The space of the arena began to exhibit large-scale distortions, even the protective barriers of the spectator seats were tottering under the impact of the Chaos Storm.
The spatial structure of the entire arena began to twist violently, the boundaries of reality becoming blurred in the face of her rage.
The ground began to crack, with even the very foundations trembling.
The activated lights in the audience seats started to flicker wildly, so low-tier Awakened, unable to withstand such pressure, fainted on the spot.
Countless gigantic tentacles erged from the Void, each one emanating a terrifying pressure capable of shaking reality.
These tentacles were different from the relatively gentle forms Nari usually displayed to Ron, instead fully unleashing the primal killing intent of an Innate Apostle’s essence.
They were covered in terrifying patterns flowing like magma, making a hissing Corrosion sound as the air ca into contact with these lines.
The ends of the tentacles bore various forms of destructive organs:
So were massive mouths lined with serrated teeth, capable of devouring anything they encountered;
Others were sharp spikes densely packed with poison glands, each containing Chaos Toxin potent enough to kill Apostle-level beings;
There were also so that were pure Energy accumulations, emitting terrifying radiation that even twisted space.
This was the first ti Nari displayed her true power after gaining stable rationality, and that kind of might was beyond the imagination of any being present.
"Maggs! You slave hybrid’s lowly bullshit!"
Nari’s voice thundered through the arena’s skies like a storm.
Her fury poured out like a flood breaching a dam, with hundreds of eyes burning simultaneously with the fire of vengeance:
"I will tear every single one of your silk threads to shreds!"
Feeling the terrifying power displayed by Nari, the entire arena fell into extre panic.
Delir’s cathedral-like body began to tremble violently, the internal bell ringing in a hurried and chaotic manner:
"Madness! It’s all madness! A battle of this magnitude will destroy the entire arena!"
His imprisoned souls began to pray frantically, not to their master for help, but begging for this horrific conflict to end as quickly as possible.
Kempes’s body parts trembled simultaneously in different spaces, the spatial rifts becoming extrely unstable due to fear:
"Run! This is not a battle we can ddle in! A full-blown clash of two monster-level beings... even space itself can’t endure it!"
Kro activated his Perception Ability, attempting to predict the course of the battle, but the results he saw only made him more despairing:
"The tiline shows a 99.9% probability of death if we stay here! All potential future branches point to the sa outco—total annihilation!"
Tens of thousands of Abyssal Creatures began to flee frantically.
The sound of trampling, fighting, and the noise of Energy Fluctuation from spatial transmissions rged into one, turning the entire arena into a sea of panic.
So of the creatures with strong flying abilities smashed through the do of the arena, fleeing to the sky desperately;
Others with teleportation abilities tore open spatial rifts frantically, preferring to teleport to dangerous random locations than to stay here;
While so fast-moving land creatures trampled over their companions’ bodies, sprinting crazily towards the nearest exit.
In such a chaotic environnt, the predatory nature of the Abyss was laid bare.
Powerful creatures did not hesitate to use the weaker ones as at shields or stepping stones;
So opportunists took the chance to plunder others’ possessions;
And a few insane Awakened even attempted to attack other escapees amidst the chaos, trying to convert them into their own nourishnt.
On the spectator seats, there was blood of various colors, dismbered limbs, and so indescribable bodily fluids everywhere.
The air was filled with the emotional fluctuations of fear, despair, and anger, like a cauldron of boiling emotional poison soup.
Maggs realized the severity of the situation, but it was already beyond control.
He did not expect Nari’s rage to be so intense, nor did he anticipate her power surge to such an exaggerated extent.
"Nari! Calm down!"
He attempted to alleviate the situation through rational persuasion:
"We can sit down and discuss this properly! There’s no need to make it so extre!"
But such persuasion was aningless in the face of a Mother enraged to the extre.
Nari couldn’t even be bothered to say another word to him.
After sending so branch tentacles to protect Ron, the main tentacles crashed towards Maggs’s avatar like siege hamrs.
The Aura of Chaos on the surface of the tentacles dragged long Energy trails in their high-speed movent, instantly ionizing the air, producing a piercing screech.
Maggs attempted to weave a protective web with his Void Silk, countless black threads as thin as hairs interweaving in the air, forming layered conceptual barriers.
But in the face of an absolute power disparity, such intricate techniques seed utterly powerless.
Nari’s tentacles collided with the silk network, generating shockwaves that imdiately spread throughout the entire arena.
The conceptual bindings began to crack under the impact of primal Chaos Power, followed by large-scale collapse.
"It’s terrifying..."
For the first ti, true fear appeared in Maggs’s nine eyes:
"How could her power be this strong... even if my true form were here, I wouldn’t dare to endure such an impact head-on..."
As the first throne of the Supre Apostle, Maggs had witnessed countless short-term power surges in his long life.
But the level of power Nari displayed in front of him had reached a completely unreasonable degree.
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