How proud were Ninth Level beings? Why would they deign to explain themselves to an Eighth Level?
The being that had once brought about the downfall of the Infinite Serpent sent its power directly into the world, intent on utterly killing Wu Ming. The Void Mask had merely had the bad luck to become an obstacle in its path.
And anything that stood in its way had to die!
A vast, indescribable power rampaged with the sole intent of sweeping away an ant. Xu was brushed by its fury and instantly reduced to ashes; even the Void Mask was gravely wounded.
Yet this being had not expected that the Void Mask was not only on the verge of breaking through to the Ninth Level, but also possessed strength that had become astonishing beyond measure.
The two forces collided like thunder striking tinder. Infinite fury and the black hole annihilated each other, leaving both sides gravely wounded in an instant.
At that moment, Wu Ming struck!
"Will of the Main World, what are you waiting for?"
Amid his roar, a rainbow radiance of karmic merit suddenly emerged from Wu Ming.
This was the fortune and merit he had earned by establishing order between the mortal realm and the underworld, and resolving the Inner World crisis in one stroke—or, to put it another way, the world's origin.
Given the vastness of the Main World, even though most of the Inner World had been annihilated, there was still more than enough left to provide a substantial share.
Rumble!
The Chaos Sea descended. A channel of Origin Power opened, and a purple torrent poured down—far more majestic and boundless than when the Continent of Seer had ascended last time.
"When fortune turns, all things lend their strength. Right now, I am the Main World's