"You think you can!?"
As the overwhelming pressure surged in from the space-time of all directions, Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi realized that this bizarre creature before him intended to drag him into the Dimension Gap. He let out an earth-shaking roar, his disdainful and violently surging will spreading layer upon layer. The cloud mass of Source of Darkness, distinctly separate from the rolling dark-red clouds, churned ever more fiercely under the acceleration of the Dark Gate.
The Dark Gate was a supreme sacred artifact that Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi had forged by pouring in endless will and effort. In the end, he had even fused all of his will into it. In this respect, it was equivalent to Pumiluoxius of Eternal Sky City, and similar to the Vengeful Ghost of the Million Sinful Cloud Pot that had drifted over from the Immortal Domain World Cluster—a life-form cultivated from an artifact.
According to the Equivalent Balance rules of the Truth-Balance Magic Staff, it likewise belonged among living beings.
Facing the attraction of the purple gourd in Little Eight's hand, Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi felt no fear whatsoever. He even completely suppressed the pulling force of Little Eight's purple-gold gourd. With a hum, the Rift Sword in Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi's hand descended from the heavens.
"Damn it! Little Seven, save me!"
At Little Eight's call, the purple-gold gourd struggled without pause. Several tiny cracks transformed into a mouth, eyes, and a nose, while little hands and feet gradually fought their way out as well, turning it into a new Calabash Kid. Yet what generated that boundless pulling force was actually its navel. It looked as though it wanted to suck Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi into its belly, and it truly tore off a portion of black smoke from the edge of