Crack! Crack! Crash...
Under the all-out struggle of the Devil Ancestor's colossal face within the Spacetime Mirror Screen, the thousand-meter-wide face of the Spacetime Mirror Screen could only barely force part of itself through. Yet amid the constantly destroyed ancient purple runes, within a darkness stained black by abyssal devil energy, accompanied by crackling sounds of space shattering, a five-fingered devil hand suddenly reached out.
Pitch-black abyssal devil energy coiled around it. Between its fingers and arm, densely packed black scales, exquisite as works of art, emerged in a half-illusory state.
Amid the Abyss Devil Ancestor's hysterical, furious roars, from the patches of Spacetime Mirror Screen light stained black by abyssal devil energy, Abyssal Demon Dragons twisted their powerful, savage bodies and bored out through the cracks in the light. Their slit-pupiled eyes swept over everything with grim, brutal savagery. Their long tails, covered in devil armor, lashed out of the cracks with a bang, detonating ear-piercing shockwaves in midair. Spreading their wings with roars, they soared into the sky one after another.
Above the Death Star crater, the fleeing Void Avenger Legion had gathered, along with the Ironblood Galaxy Legion and the Blade Brood Nest vanguard that had originally been competing for the right to explore this hidden treasure.
The three legion forces were clearly locked in a delicate standoff, and now they could not help but look down at the disturbance below.
One Abyssal Demon Dragon after another—countless, inexhaustible, endlessly streaming forth—poured from the Death Star crater. They surged forward one after another toward the unknown creatures here, entering the killing state buried deepest within their soul instincts.
Like dark devils born from the shadows, every Abyssal Demon Dragon that soared skyward wreathed in black smoke and devil energy constantly shifted between being infinitesimal and several hundred meters