A Sorcerer's Journey

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1299: The Plaything of Fate!

This massive blend of iron and blood, the impact is truly overwhelming.

Beside me, the fierce raging wind roars, a powerful pressure squeezes from all directions. Under the Green Truth Mask, teeth clenched tight, a muffled groan escapes as I exert strength along with six Oblivion Source Avatars, striving to dispel the pressure from all sides, dissolving the impact of this twisted mass.

After a while.

With Green’s body and the six Oblivion Source Avatars exerting force together, despite having no outlet to dissipate the sudden impact, this Ironblood Oddity gradually begins to calm down, soon able to completely dissolve the impact.

Pop!

It sounded like a bubble being burst. Green and the six Oblivion Source Avatars were actually pushed out of the twisted Void Meteorite Great World by this ironblood excavation machine.

All around is vast emptiness, an endless stretch of black.

Green roared fiercely, simultaneously flying apart with the six Oblivion Source Avatars, this twisted ironblood excavation machine continued to rush into the vast void, constantly enduring the erosion of Void Force, erupting quite intense annihilation pulses.

"What the heck is that thing!?"

"Is it trying to attack us this way..."

The six Oblivion Source Avatars spoke one after another, while under the Green Truth Mask, the Three-Colored Light Eyes flickered, faintly seeing through the protective runes of this world’s endless and vast picture scroll, the chaotic storms everywhere, and the boundless black earth of the Void Meteorite Great World.

"Go, down!"

Green said, a series of elemental teleports, "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh" pierced the air, along with the six Oblivion Source Avatars, descended onto this great world, possessing enough capacity and vast tolerance. The world’s veil rules of the Void Meteorite Great World formed no obstruction to Green.

Whoooo...

Crack, crunch...

The fierce chaotic storm raged, whistling past Green’s ears, disheveling Green’s strands of hair, the earth faintly transmitted sounds of "crack", "crunch" breaking vibrations, seemingly crevices of an ice continent, sounding crisp yet somewhat dull.

Under Green’s meticulous perception, these sounds actually came from the beneath the continent of the Void Meteorite Great World, rolling like muffled thunder, as if the entire world was trembling!

"What’s going on, crust layer breaking?"

Rumble, crunch, rumble, crunch crunch...

Agitated feelings led Green and the six Oblivion Source Avatars to fall towards the mineral source crater again, the chaotic storm hindering the sense of vision, yet faintly sensing an indescribable oppressive and ominous aura melody.

Hard to say, unclear.

As if a terrifying shout from the deepest part of the soul, this oppressive ominous feeling suffocated Green, like a mountain pressing on the heart, tightly gripping the extreme abyss magic staff, veins bulging, highlighting the inner turmoil of Green’s heart, the Three-Colored Light Eyes blazing fiercely, rushing toward the ground despite everything against the chaotic storm.

What exactly is it?

As the distance to the surface of the Void Meteorite Great World got closer, Green’s Three-Colored Light Eyes gradually saw through the chaotic storm, discovering something in the air.

"This! This is..."

The layers of "crunch", "crunch" crust-breaking sounds turned out to be hundreds of cracks spreading from the Dead Star Crater, extending to the horizon, and intertwined with each other.

Thus, from a high-altitude view, it looks like a gigantic spider web on the ground, with its center being a huge black hole. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

These cracks are several thousand meters deep, directly reaching the depths, the continent’s pieces continuing to sink, pale lilac-gray gases spewing out, a strange attribute energy Green has never heard of, seemingly possessing a clever isolation from Void Force!

What truly shocked Green is that the hole-ridden ground within the Dead Star Crater has completely disappeared, a vast million-meter pit of darkness appeared out of nowhere in this world, on the Void Meteorite constructed Great World, and this black hole was constantly expanding.

In the deepest part of this bottomless pit, it exudes incredible intense spacetime fluctuations, seemingly leading to an extremely distant world cluster.

"Abyssal Demon Clan’s scent! That’s the will of Abyssal Civilization!"

Beneath the Green Truth Mask, Green let out an incredulous shriek, as if gathered with the fierce anger of countless escapees, struggling to survive, enduring humiliation, and ancient wizards’ furious cries, hysterically shouting.

Though isolated by the Force of Spacetime, this abyssal scent’s density was stronger than ever, Green had never encountered or heard of anything like this, making Green feel insignificantly ant facing a towering tidal wave!

This!

This is not merely one or two Abyssal Demon Clan’s scent Green encountered before, this is the entire Abyssal Civilization, this is the true Abyssal Civilization will!

Vast, overwhelming, endless, inexhaustible, cold, cruel, and evil, the unstoppable Abyssal Legion’s crushing power!

...

At the moment when Green and the six Oblivion Source Avatars were sent flying, beneath the Dead Star Crater.

"The treasure here, it must belong to the Ironblood Empire, all for the glory of Ironblood Will!"

Low shouted roar, all the mining scarred Iron Blood Warriors were already dead, Shigmu Longkui, ignoring the few strands of blood beneath the Golden Lion Mask, eyes nearly frenzied with self-hypnosis unto madness, the inflation true body returned to original form, yet faced with unbelievably strong pressure, rushed toward the protective cover pit excavated by the ironblood digger.

Every step forward was extremely difficult, but as a Level-6 Peak Creature, Shigmu Longkui seized by iron blood and glory occupied all beliefs, disregarding the extremely dire state of the body.

With near insane roars under the Golden Lion Mask, Melron Wistone rushed into the protective barrier.

Crack, crunch, crunch...

The sound of the protective barrier shattering spread, rapidly conducing up to the Void Meteorite surface, the entire ground was cracking and breaking.

Gradually, the protective barrier’s cracks increased, the pressure inside continued to weaken, like a giant mouth devouring everything, swallowing clean the void meteorite descended land within.

In just a little while, the entire ground above the Dead Star Crater was completely devoured, leaving no trace.

"Gasp, gasp, gasp..."

Intense panting, is this an ancient civilization relic!?

Phoo...

Originally high temperature, high pressure, wave-less protective barrier inside, suddenly blew an inexplicable wind.

No warning, no sense, as if mocked by a hand overlooking the endless world, playing with a straw, teasing between two crickets’ antennae.

Bone-chilling cold!

Shigmu Longkui gazed in all directions but found nothing abnormal, suddenly slapped by an ancient paper across the face, then the mysterious wind vanished inexplicably.

"What’s this?"

Removing the ancient paper, already stained by the blood on Shigmu Longkui’s Golden Lion Mask, triggering the power of this mysterious ancient contract, mysterious scripts gradually revived.

"Fragmented Void Offer Contract Coordinate Guidance!?"

Crackle!

Suddenly, a temporal rift appeared above Shigmu Longkui’s head!

"Ugh..."

Immediately followed by endless cruel screams and struggles from behind the rift, hysterical roars, a pair of hands emerged causing Shigmu Longkui’s horrifying shock, violently pulling this rift apart, attempting to rush out.

"I will not let Void Walker Civilization be destroyed by my hands! Ah..."