Prison Universe, Servitude of the Gods

The battle between the Ancient Tree and the Ancient Dragon alternated for several hundred generations.

Boom!

The Ancient Tree began to collapse.

The Ancient Dragon began to be covered in wounds.

Atabia, watching this unfold from the side, felt a deep dread rise in his heart. In the end, he shook his head. "It was fated."

With a bang, the Ancient Dragon was utterly blasted apart.

It transformed into countless tiny branch-like Ancient Dragons, burrowing into the Myriad Worlds amid the mud and sand.

This kind of celestial phenomenon was extremely difficult to kill in one strike. It had to be slowly ground down, then hunted across the Myriad Worlds, where all its clones were wanted.

To accomplish this much was already to inflict heavy damage on the Heavenly Dao.

"Your Majesty, we have achieved a great victory! The enemy has already fled!"

At this moment, after being infected by generation after generation of Heavenly Dao, the Ancient Tree Heavenly Dao that had ultimately decided the victor spoke up. It had already become utterly shameless, openly boasting of its achievements.

"Very good."

The Ancient God of Light's eyes were icy as he addressed the angel army launching long-range attacks behind him. "All you angels of light, begin encircling the Origin Ancient Tree and reshape our Heavenly Dao!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire battlefield fell deathly silent.

Most people's expressions shifted several times.

Some archangels began to tremble, knowing they were about to witness a momentous chapter in history!

One Twelve-winged Angel roared angrily, "Are you insane? This is the origin that gave birth to us! You're too old! Death has driven you mad in your later years!"

With a bang, the other party exploded on the spot.

The Ancient God of Light withdrew his palm and