King Ghidorah shuttled quickly underground.
For a super monster like him, the rock formations are no different than foam boards. His body is denser than any known material, and his scales are harder than any known alloy.
He plows his hand through the water like a swimmer, like a plow through the soil, like a hot knife through butter.
He has no problem swimming in rock formations.
He drilled down, head down, tail up, three heads together, wings folded on both sides of the body, and the body looked like an accelerating missile.
Now he seems to be falling.
It's not a free fall, it's an active, purposeful, and full-strength rush down.
King Ghidorah's three heads looked down at the same time, six golden vertical pupils penetrated the layers of rocks, and he saw a ray of light.
It doesn't come from any direction, it comes from deeper, from deeper underground, from areas where even light cannot penetrate.
It was the light source itself. The color quickly switched between gold and dark purple. Every time he switched, the slight, almost imperceptible vibration would be transmitted from his body to the surrounding rock formations, causing ripples in circles.
King Ghidorah accelerated.
His body switched from "falling" to "dive", and his speed increased several times at that moment. The surrounding rocks that he had pushed away were torn apart again before they could close together under the huge pressure difference - boom, boom, boom - he crashed through dozens of kilometers of underground rock formations.
It's not drilling holes, it's flying, flying wildly, unscrupulously, and completely ignoring any physical rules.
The rock fragments that cracked in front of him didn't have time to disperse, and were swallowed up again by the rapidly flowing rock formation behind him.
Huh?
King Ghidorah suddenly stopped. His three heads turned in the same direction at the same time, and his six golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly, reflecting the flickering light in the darkness.
That's almost it. His eyes penetrated the layers of rocks and sensed the huge energy deep underground.
That energy supports the world.
It is like the trunk of a big tree, and the fine, blood-vessel-like and tree-root-like energy veins extending from it radiate outward from this core, penetrating the rock formations, the soil, and the broken earth suspended in the void.
This world relies on it to run, it relies on it to prevent collapse, and it relies on it to survive to this day.
King Ghidorah's neck begins to glow.
It's not the reflection of the scales, it's the bioelectric energy in his body that has been suppressed for too long and has never found an outlet.
Golden light lit up from his neck, spread to his throat along the vein-like lines, spread from the throat to his mouth, and poured out from his mouth.
Light seeped out from every crack in his scales, illuminating the surrounding rock formations dozens of meters into a transparent golden color.
The golden light emitted from his body became brighter and brighter.
The electricity of a hundred storms is gathered here.
Evil God looked at the collapsed "world".
Those black substances coming from all directions are being torn apart by an invisible force.
It's not attacking from the outside, it's disintegrating from the inside. Every fragment of the continent is collapsing, every energy vein supporting the world is breaking, and every ancient existence that has been sleeping in the darkness for countless epochs is screaming.
He doesn't care about that.
The price is a bit high. He has invested too much power into this world, and the energy that should have been used to conquer this world is now being used to delay the collapse of this world.
It doesn't matter, it's all worth it.
As long as the present world is captured, everything can be rebuilt. The energy can be extracted from the living beings in this world, squeezed from the earth of this world, and plundered from the air of this world.
The patience that has been worn away in the long years can be re-accumulated in the chaos of this world. It is worth it, it is worth it, it is worth it...
Huh?
Was the ground shaking too much?
Evil God's consciousness withdrew from the blueprint of the "real world" and landed on the ground that was cracking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The cracks extend from the ground beneath your feet to all directions, from as thin as a hair to as wide as the palm of your hand, from your palm to your arm, and from your arm to your body.
He could feel the entire "world" trembling, from the lowest core of the earth to the outermost sky, from the broken continents suspended in the farthest distance to the cracking foothold beneath his feet.
Why does it feel like it's collapsed?
He suddenly felt that there seemed to be a powerful and incredible energy erupting underground.
It does not come from His core, but it erupts from deeper, from the deepest part of this world, from those areas that even He does not fully control.
The intensity of that energy far exceeded his expectations. It was so great that his consciousness was bounced away the moment he came into contact with it. Before his mind could react, the energy had already rushed from the ground to the ground.
White light gushes from the cracks in the rock formations.
Not from one crack, but from countless cracks. Those cracks extended upward from deep underground, penetrated all the rock layers, and cut the ground of this world into countless irregular polygons.
White light poured out from those cracks, covering the entire land in a dazzling light that had no blind spots, like standing on the surface of the sun.
White light covers the entire "world". From the core of the earth to the sky, from the deepest to the outermost edge.
The energy core that supported the world collapsed - not just this one - Evil God took one last look at the world.
His white light covers the color of all things, swallows up all sounds, and erases the traces of time.
"Old World" disappeared.
The ground was churning, as if something was trying to crawl out.
Sangis stood on the crooked boulder, holding on to the tree trunk next to him with one hand, and the other hand had already tightened the slender sword at his waist that was usually only used for decoration.
Her eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her that was shaking violently. It wasn't an earthquake, but something was moving underground and approaching the ground.
The black tentacles that spewed out from the city have stopped growing at this moment, and some of them are retracting underground. But that is not because the disaster is over, but because something underground is forcing them to go back.
"Wyverriders, alert!"
The winged dragon cavalry pulled up the reins, their mounts' wings spread out in mid-air, and they let out low, uneasy whimpering from their throats.
Their eyes were fixed on the turbulent ground, their fingers were on the bow strings, and the arrows were ready.
Boom--the ground exploded.
A huge, black, carapace-covered reptile emerged from the ground. It was as big as an adult, with six legs, two pairs of wings, and two antennae-like antennae on its head.
The surface of its body is covered with fine, gray-white lines, like an old map that has been stretched to its limit and will crack at any time.
The moment it burst out of the ground, its wings spread out, its six legs kicked wildly in the air, and its tentacles made a buzzing sound as they swung at high speed.
Before it could do anything, dozens of magic beams hit it from different directions at the same time, turning it into a sieve.
Everyone quickly moved away from the open space.
In more than one place - large chunks of the ground began to collapse, and more reptiles crawled out of the collapsed holes.
Their numbers are increasing rapidly.
"Sir, please leave quickly!" An old mage squeezed out from the crowd and walked quickly to Sangis. His robe was covered with dust and dark purple blood, and he held a staff in his hand that had been burned black by magic.
His voice was low and he spoke quickly. As he spoke, he pointed with his other hand at the reptiles that were still emerging from the ground.
"These beasts are at least at the level of Fourth Tier. With our current combat power, we may not be able to stop them!"
"Tsk." Sangis didn't answer. She jumped over in one step, so fast that the guard behind her didn't even have time to blink, and her figure had already appeared in front of the largest reptile.
Her right leg drew an arc in the air, and the heel accurately cut into the side of the reptile's head.
The reptile, which was more than a circle larger than the others of its kind, and whose shell was more than twice as thick as the others of its kind, and which was protruding half of its body from the ground, suddenly fell to one side under the impact of this kick.
Its shell began to shatter from the point of impact, and dark purple blood gushes out from the cracks and drips down along the lines of the shell.
Its body slid on the ground for a short distance, knocking over several small reptiles behind it that were still crawling out of the cracks, and then stopped moving.
Sangis landed on the ground, the skirt fluttered in the night wind for a moment, and then hung down.
There was no change in her face, nor was there any change in her breathing, as if she just went out to take out the garbage. She hadn't done anything for many years, and others seemed to have almost forgotten that she was a Sixth Tier strong person.