The Nether God Chthon

"What does it matter if you destroy my body? You still have no way to res—"

Agatha's soul had rushed into Xu Mo's sea of consciousness with a cry carrying a trace of triumph.

However, upon seeing the Astral Tower in the center of the sea of consciousness, as if situated in another dimension, her voice came to an abrupt halt.

The aura emanating from the Astral Tower made the hair on her entire body stand on end.

She cautiously sized up the Astral Tower with her eyes, as well as Xu Mo standing beneath it.

"Kid, you really do surprise me. I didn't expect you to have such a treasure in your body!"

Saying this, Agatha raised her hand and waved it gently.

The Darkhold appeared in her palm.

"However, everything is ultimately in vain; nothing can withstand me!"

With the Darkhold in hand, Agatha regained her confidence.

Xu Mo glanced at the pitch-black book in the opponent's hand, which radiated dark energy.

He knew very well that this was merely a duplicate of the Darkhold, though its contents were basically identical to the original.

"Sometimes, excessive conceit is not a good thing!"

"I hope you can still talk this tough in a moment!"

After Agatha finished speaking, a pure dark energy emanated from the Darkhold in her hand. This energy transformed into various tentacles that coiled toward Xu Mo's body, and she looked at the opponent with pity.

"Obediently surrender your soul!"

She understood the power of the Darkhold better than anyone.

Not only did it record all the black magic created by Chthon, but after a long passage of time coupled with prolonged contact with numerous black magicians, the Darkhold had transformed into a powerful treasure.

Under the blessing of the Darkhold, the release speed and power of her black magic could be doubled.

The moment the divine book released the dark energy.

The Astral Tower suspended above Xu Mo's head seemed to be startled.

The ninth-layer vortex rotating outside the tower trembled slightly.

A strange energy fluctuation seemed to transmit from another dimension, sweeping toward the locations of Agatha and the Darkhold.

Those tentacles extending from the Darkhold vanished the instant they made contact with this energy, as if being annihilated.

Upon seeing this, Agatha's expression shifted.

As her hands waved, more dark energy overflowed from the divine book, turning into tentacles to resist the energy released by the vortex.

Yet these tentacles had no way of slowing the energy's forward speed by even a fraction.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the energy reached before Agatha.

"No!!"

Amid a miserable scream, Agatha's soul vanished directly within Xu Mo's sea of consciousness, just like those tentacles.

After the energy swept past, only the Darkhold was left floating slowly in place.

Seeing the Darkhold left behind, Xu Mo's eyes lit up.

Xu Mo was not surprised that the Astral Tower could grind the opponent to dust.

It was at least a God King-level weapon, after all; how could it possibly fail to withstand even a single witch.

Taking two steps forward, he reached out his hand, just wanting to put the Darkhold away.

Although the frontal combat capability of the Devouring System was extremely strong, in the early stages it was still somewhat inadequate when facing these magical-type enemies. If he could control the Darkhold, it would undoubtedly make up for his shortcomings in this area.

This was a divine book on par with the Book of the Vishanti.

It could be said to be the pinnacle existence of magic in this world.

However, the moment Xu Mo was about to touch the Darkhold, the Astral Tower in the very center of the sea of consciousness trembled, and the Darkhold, as if responding to some sort of summons, transformed into a stream of light and plunged into the Astral Tower.

The moment the Darkhold plunged into the Astral Tower.

Within a certain Dark Dimension.

The Nether God Chthon, vast beyond sight and deep in slumber, suddenly opened his eyes.

"My power..."

In this instant, he felt the power within his body being rapidly drained away.

The speed was so fast that in less than two breaths, one-tenth of the power inside him had already been extracted.

He carefully sensed the situation for a moment.

"Is a follower borrowing my power through black magic?"

As the Nether God and the creator of black magic, anyone who used black magic needed to borrow his power in order to cast it successfully.

Naturally, as a price, after using his power, one would be gradually eroded by it.

Until finally, their soul was completely devoured by him.

And souls were precisely the source of the evolution of their power.

"No!"

Chthon dismissed this possibility almost instantly.

Even if a million of the most powerful black magicians cast magic simultaneously, the consumption rate could not possibly reach this degree.

There was no time to think.

Chthon hurriedly cast a spell, intending to block the leakage of power within his body.

After all, at this rate of energy extraction, he wouldn't even last half a minute before being completely drained.

By then, if he, the Nether God, were to die from being drained of energy due to lending power to a follower, he would likely become the laughingstock of the demonic divine realm.

Within moments, Chthon's expression altered drastically.

"No, impossible!"

A frantic roar issued from his mouth.

He had just tried and discovered that no matter how he severed the connection with the other party, the rate at which the dark energy inside his body was leaking did not change in the slightest.

This situation was happening for the very first time, causing Chthon's brain to experience a momentary crash.

The black magic he created supposedly borrowed his magical energy.

Whether to lend it or not was naturally up to him to decide.

Yet what was this current situation.

Even without his permission, the energy was pouring out frantically.

"This isn't borrowing, this is robbery!"

Chthon roared angrily.

However, as one of the four oldest Elder Gods, Chthon calmed down almost instantly.

The top priority right now was to preserve his own life.

Thinking of this.

A massive purple magic array materialized around Chthon's huge body, which was composed of dark energy.

The endless dark energy of the surroundings surged into his body like a tide, making up for the energy he had consumed.

His current location was the Netherworld he had created over countless years; this world was filled with dark energy that could be directly absorbed by him.

With the frantic influx of energy.

The outflow of energy within his body was barely maintained, keeping it in a balanced state.

After temporarily stabilizing the situation, Chthon finally had time to sense across the heavens and myriad worlds.

"Damn bastard, don't let me find you, or I will surely burn your soul in the fires of hell for a million years!"

I do not know how much time passed.

"Found you!!"

An excited sound broke from Chthon's mouth.

Subsequently, his consciousness descended into the world where Xu Mo was located.

With his abilities, he could casually possess the body of anyone in this world.

After possession, he could unleash one percent of his capabilities.

Yet he did not believe that under this state, he could deal with the enemy who forcibly plundered his energy.

Wundagore Mountain, the Dark Temple.

Varying strands of dark energy overflowed from the rock walls engraved with intricate patterns.

Finally, a black book condensed in midair—it was the original Darkhold.

At the same time, a black spatial gate slowly opened within the cave.

Controlled by Chthon, the Darkhold flashed and plunged into the spatial gate that had opened before it.