The Black Pharaoh's enormous wound split open once again!
Besides that, the other wounds Hastur had inflicted were hardly in good shape either.
As a top-tier Middle Great Old One who had hidden his strength deep,
although the Mysterious Lord did not understand how he had stored and released that power,
those attacks had clearly reached the upper limit of the Quasi-Sage, Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm!
And so, the wounds from those tentacle strikes, which had nearly torn apart the Black Pharaoh's mountain-sized body,
still remained on his flesh!
"Almost there!"
Watching himself draw ever closer through the turbulent spacetime to the Black Pharaoh, who now seemed to have lost consciousness,
the Mysterious Lord could not help tightening his grip on the Long Spear. The pitch-black demonic weapon mingled with the aura of his annihilation law, assimilating the surrounding spacetime turbulence into a swath of darkness!
"There!"
With his opponent within reach, the Mysterious Lord was about to close in when he suddenly noticed something wrong!
"Wait! If that fellow is unconscious, how could he keep giving off such a powerful aura of corruption?"
Feeling the maddened whispers around him, hundreds of times stronger than those of an ordinary Great Old One,
the Mysterious Lord sensed that something was amiss.
"Spear of a Thousand Faces!"
The Long Spear in his hand gathered a dark red light. Nameless forms of countless howling Chaos Fierce Beasts coiled around its cold tip!
Whoosh!
An enormous, menacing streak of spear-light tore through some of the underlying barriers of space and time, hurtling toward the Black Pharaoh at a spacetime coordinate not far ahead!
"Ahahahaha! Damn it! How did you figure it out?"
Sensing the deadly threat, the Black Pharaoh could no longer keep up his act of playing dead.
The bandages wrapped