King Ghidorah looked around in confusion.
His three heads rotated slowly in different directions, and his golden vertical pupils swept across this broken space that was still scattering gravel into the void.
What the hell? The white light from before still remains in his consciousness - it burst out from the core of the earth and engulfed the entire "Old World".
He thought that the white light would transport everything back to the present world.
Shouldn't I go back?
King Ghidorah looked at the empty space in front of him.
The earth is gone, the sky is gone, and the sense of direction up, down, left, and right has lost its meaning in this nothingness.
There are only countless gray-white gravels floating slowly and disorderly. Some gravels continue to decompose, changing from gray-white to transparent, and from transparent to nothingness.
They fall very slowly, as slowly as a weightless astronaut in space. Every particle of debris is floating at its own pace.
Can anyone explain it to me? His consciousness is echoing in this void.
No response.
Forget it, I'll see for myself.
King Ghidorah flaps its wings.
The golden wing membrane unfolded in the void, and the bioelectric light on the wing bones was still flowing without any air. The golden arc jumped between the wing membranes, illuminating the surrounding gray-white gravel belt.
He found that there was no air here.
It's not thin, it's completely absent, but his body doesn't need air.
His scales can isolate vacuum, his muscles can contract in zero gravity, and his energy circulation system can run for a long time without any external supplies.
King Ghidorah the King, as the universe Titan, can cross the starry sky and even the vacuum.
King Ghidorah's gaze passed through the floating gravel and landed on a point in the distance.
What's different is the black dot. It's not a reflection, it's not a shadow, it's the light itself - black light.
It is a phenomenon that transcends human visual cognition. It is not seen, but perceived.
The black dots began to expand.
From the size of a pinhead to the size of a fist, from the size of a fist to the size of a skull, from the size of a skull to the size of a house...
Evil God didn't expect that Old World would be finished so soon.
In His calculation, this world can at least last for a long time. Although those suspended continental fragments are riddled with holes, the core of the earth that supports this world is still very stable.
He thought this battle could still be fought.
But the energy that burst out from the ground was so strong that he didn't even have time to react. He could only instinctively withdraw all the power he could mobilize into his body.
At the last moment, He quickly absorbed the remaining energy of Old World.
The last bits of vitality that were originally distributed in every corner of the world and supported this broken land, the reserves that he originally planned to keep to conquer the world - all were forcibly absorbed into his body at that moment.
The black sphere expanded to hundreds of meters.
The surface is no longer a smooth mirror, but is covered with fine veins and tree roots, which change from black to dark purple and back to black with every pulse.
Then the sphere began to change - two twisted, spiral tentacles thousands of meters long grew from both sides of the sphere.
The tentacles swayed in the void, and the surface was covered with a black carapace. Dark purple, magma-like light flowed from the gaps in the carapace.
Their length exceeds the sphere itself several times, and they look like two huge snakes looking for prey in the void.
Two huge claws grow from the bottom of the sphere.
The size of the claws suspended below the sphere exceeds that of the sphere itself. Each knuckle is hundreds of meters long. The claw tips are as sharp as a knife, glowing with a cold dark purple light in the void.
They opened and closed in the void, as if adapting to this new body that had just been condensed.
Twelve huge long swords unfolded behind the sphere.
They are not inserted into the sphere, but are suspended behind the sphere, arranged in a fan shape.
Each sword is nearly 10,000 meters long, and its surface is covered with black, finely textured metal. The edge of the sword's blade glows with a dark purple light.
They rotate slowly in the void, leaving a dark purple trace of light in the surrounding air that is quickly dissipating with each revolution.
This is the complete form of --Evil God, Weiergalun.
His breath is rising steadily, starting from the moment when Old World's remaining energy is absorbed.
His aura has surpassed the level in God of Light's memory, and has surpassed the level of Main God in the Age of Gods.
In human terms, it is already close to the level of Twelfth Tier. The first Tenth Tier is Divine Realm, but that level also has strengths and weaknesses.
Just the level Tenth Tier can be divided into several levels. Eleventh Tier was the "Main God" of that era, those beings who controlled authority and had their own divine domain.
At this moment, he probably has no opponent except that "God King".
"I will - reshape that world." Evil God's voice came from the black sphere, low and hoarse, like a dull knife being slowly dragged on a whetstone.
His tentacles suddenly opened in the void, his claws clenched into fists, and twelve giant swords pointed in the same direction at the same time.
That direction is the present world.
Voraksa crawled out of the pit, his four dark red eyes narrowed slightly under the moonlight.
"Hey, that red dragon beast--" His voice came out from deep in his throat, with a kind of impatience of "Who will tell me what's going on now?"
The words are not finished yet.
A black beam of light penetrated from the sky.
It was not emitted from a certain point, but was pressed down from the entire sky at the same time. The diameter of the light column was so large that it covered the entire field of vision from horizon to horizon, and the color was a thick, liquid-like black.
The light beam fell on the ground. There was no explosion or shock wave, it just swept across the ground. Where it was swept, the ground disappeared.
It wasn't blown to pieces, it wasn't melted, it just disappeared. It seemed like that area had never existed, like time had been edited out in that period.
Voraksa's eyes blinked. He felt like something passed over his head just now.
His body didn't feel anything, and his scales were not damaged. But the temperature of the light beam - he didn't feel the temperature.
A black shadow fell from the sky.
It was peeled off from the edge of the black light pillar and fell towards the ground.
The speed is so fast that the air is torn in front of it, emitting a continuous, sharp sonic boom.
"It's Evil God--." The light ball's voice sounded in Voraksa's consciousness.
grass!
Voraksa's wings flapped violently, and its body was ejected from the ground. The speed was so fast that the gravel behind it was picked up by the airflow, like a black tornado.
He met the falling black shadow in the air, raised his right paw, and the black scales glowed coldly in the moonlight. His claws closed suddenly the moment they came into contact with the black shadow.
Five curved fingers covered with black scales closed together from different directions at the same time, holding the black shadow in their palms, and then squeezed it hard.
Crack--like crushing a ripe tomato.
Black liquid squeezed out from Voraksa's fingers and dripped on the ground. He spread his palms, and the broken pieces slipped from his palms and fell to the ground.
Huh, the almost ordinary Tenth Tier gods are just a roadside person in his eyes.
A black beam of light shot down from higher in the sky, much faster and thinner than the one just now.
The beam of light hit Voraksa's chest and knocked him out of the air.
His body rolled several times on the ground, crushed countless gravel, and crashed into the foot of a low mountain before stopping.
It doesn't hurt. An attack of this level doesn't even qualify him to frown.
But it's not very harmful and very insulting.
Where the light beam struck the spot on his scales, the charred marks only remained on the surface.
What the hell?
Voraksa stood up from the rubble, flapped its wings violently, and lifted off into the air again.
His four dark red eyes looked towards the sky. In the sky, countless black figures were falling.
Not one or two, not dozens, but densely packed like a heavy rain.
Their speed was so fast that the sounds of the air being torn in front of them gathered together to form a continuous, low hum, as if countless people were chanting some ancient mantra at the same time.
Voraksa looked at the light ball next to it.
"When you say 'Evil God' - do you mean an ethnic group?"
The ball of light was silent for a moment and did not answer.