"Die!"
After a hoarse roar, Cul went completely mad, dragging his almost completely burned body as he swung his scimitar incessantly.
He poured all the remaining life force into the Blade, and the black flames surged with each swing, instantly transforming into a dense array of deadly blades that completely sealed off the void ahead.
"Die!"
Cul let out a low growl.
That was the roar of a soul burning to its last breath, before death arrived.
Dark blades flashed down one after another.
The crimson-gold torrent, which had been locked in a stalemate with the flames of death, was actually cleaved open with cracks.
Black flames spread inward along the crack, and large swaths of crimson-gold energy extinguished. The power provided by billions of stars quickly lost its activity before the Blade, turning into dim specks of light that dissipated into the layers of the world.
The starry sky on Chen Mo's chest trembled violently, and billions of stars shook continuously.
"This old bastard, he's going to unleash a burst of power before he dies?"
The words had barely left his mouth when three sword flashes came slashing down simultaneously.
Chen Mo raised his arms, and black and red flesh piled up wildly, with thick armor covering the surface of his arms layer by layer, instantly transforming into two huge shields.
boom!
The first cut landed.
A deep, bottomless crack instantly appeared on the surface of the giant shield, and large sections of the crimson-gold patterns dimmed.
boom!
The second cut followed immediately.
The two giant shields began to turn gray simultaneously, and black flames pierced through their armor, landing on Chen Mo's arms.
The flesh on his arm began to die.
The new world within Chen Mo's body immediately began to operate.
Countless stars lit up simultaneously, and immense energy surged from his shoulders into his arms, frantically stimulating the growth of new flesh and repairing the parts killed by the black flames.
But no sooner had he repaired it than Black Flame killed him again.
Growth.
die.
regeneration.
Black flames and crimson-gold energy repeatedly ripped at Chen Mo's body, and in just a few seconds, most of his arms had been severed.
"What's this?"
Chen Mo gritted his teeth and looked up ahead.
"End-of-life care package?"
Cul didn't answer; he simply swung his knife, and countless flashes of light fell.
The torrent of crimson gold shattered with a deafening roar.
The pitch-black flames, like a giant serpent spanning the void, instantly rushed towards Chen Mo.
The giant shield formed by Chen Mo's arms shattered instantly, and the black flames pierced through the defense, slamming hard into his chest.
Click.
The reddish-gold carapace cracked.
Black flames seeped into the cracks, large swaths of flesh vanished silently, and the starry sky above his chest was burned into a Black Sky.
Outside the world's interlayer.
The golden light curtain inside the New York Sanctum suddenly dimmed.
The Ancient One stood up and casually placed the teacup he was holding on the table.
Something's not right.
Odin gripped the Gungnir tightly, his face extremely grim.
" Cul's life is almost over, so how can he still become stronger?"
"Because he didn't value his life."
The Ancient One raised her hands, and golden magic patterns rapidly converged at her fingertips.
"He transformed his death into power."
Within the light screen, only half of Cul's body remained.
But the black flames on that scimitar were even more terrifying than before.
The Ancient One suddenly clasped his hands together.
A massive mirror array spanned the void and instantly entered the battlefield.
A golden mirror appeared in front of Chen Mo, and dozens of layers of space folded simultaneously, forcibly deflecting the oncoming black flames.
The black flames grazed past Chen Mo's shoulder and then disappeared into the distance.
boom!
A newly revealed, fragmented dimension was swept away by the black flames, and its rules died silently along with it.
But the mirror image formation only lasted for a moment.
Black flames spread rapidly along the mirror's surface, and the golden runes extinguished one after another.
The Ancient One's face turned slightly pale.
"No, this is the best we can do."
Click!
The mirror magic circle shattered on the spot.
A small amount of black flame burst out of the fragments and rushed towards Chen Mo again.
Chen Mo dodged to the side, the black flames grazing his waist.
The flesh and blood in the waist area immediately lost their vitality, turning to ashes along with a large patch of black and red carapace.
The Ancient One looked at her magic circle, her brows twitching slightly.
"He can even kill magic from Vishanti?"
Odin stood to the side, his fingers gripping the gun handle tightly.
He glanced at the battlefield, then at the Ancient One.
Should I intervene?
"You're asking me?"
"Aren't you the Sorcerer Supreme?"
Do you think I look like I have a way to deal with him right now?
Odin remained silent for a moment, then slowly released his grip.
"I think that observing from the sidelines is also a wise approach."
"You're just scared."
"I'm just being cautious."
"The God-King's stubbornness is as famous as your spear."
In the interlayer of the world.
Chen Mo forcefully suppressed the worsening injury on his chest, and the crimson-gold light in his eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"Have you chopped enough?"
Cul remained silent, but simply swung his knife again.
The starry sky in Chen Mo's chest suddenly collapsed.
Countless crimson-gold light spots were pressed into the deepest part of his body, and then, huge tentacles filled with stellar energy burst forth from his body.
These tentacles did not attack from the outside, but instead passed directly through the void between the two, instantly piercing Cul's body.
Black Flame wanted to kill the tentacles.
The energy contained within the tentacles was so immense that as soon as a portion was burned away, the remaining flesh and blood immediately filled the gap.
A tentacle pierced through Cul's chest.
The second one pierced his abdomen.
The third one entered from the back of the head and exited through the lower jaw.
Cul's body convulsed violently.
Chen Mo closed his five fingers, and countless tentacles simultaneously pierced into Cul's body, with crimson-gold energy pouring wildly into his flesh and blood.
"Don't you like ending other people's lives prematurely?"
Chen Mo walked towards Cul step by step.
"Have you ever considered that you might also be drained dry beforehand?"
The tentacles began to devour.
The death power within Cul was forcibly torn apart, along with the remaining life force, and extracted.
The black flames struggled frantically, trying to sever all the tentacles.
Cul's body was almost completely burned out.
With each strike of the blade, the black flames dimmed a little.
With each struggle, a piece of Cul's body broke apart.
"No..."
Cul finally spoke.
For the first time, a clear emotion appeared on that aged face.
It's not fear.
Rather, it was resentment.
He knelt beneath the World Tree for thousands of years, burning his own life force, waiting for this battle today.
But he didn't kill Chen Mo.
They couldn't even manage to die together.
"I see your end..."
Cul stared intently at Chen Mo.
"You shouldn't exist."
"Then you're mistaken."
The giant maw on Chen Mo's chest opened again.
"What I'm best at is living without reason."
The next moment.
The last vestige of life within Cul was completely extracted.
The black scimitar lost its support and fell from his hand. The moment the blade touched nothingness, it turned into a cloud of black ash.
Cul's body quickly withered and shrank.
Grayish-white skin, tattered armor, and finally even bones turned to ashes in the crimson-gold energy.
Black ash drifted in all directions.
Chen Mo opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
All the ashes instantly swirled back and were swallowed whole by him.
The world fell silent.
The Ancient One looked at the light screen and slowly exhaled.
Odin stared intently at the void.
His elder brother, the God of Fear who once made the Nine Realms tremble, was thus devoured by Chen Mo.
"It's over?"
Odin asked in a low voice.
The Ancient One did not answer.
In the void, Chen Mo stood still, panting heavily.
His chest was tattered, a large chunk was missing from his waist, and he only had half of each arm left.
The inner world is frantically generating new flesh and blood.
Just as Chen Mo was about to close the wound in his chest, a series of muffled sounds suddenly came from deep within his body.
Bang.
Bang bang.
It felt as if countless spaces were collapsing one after another within his body.
Chen Mo froze instantly.
The next moment, he suddenly bent over and coughed up a large amount of black blood.
After the blood fell into nothingness, it had no vitality whatsoever, like a lump of rotten mud.
Chen Mo raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth.
What's going on?
The words had barely left his mouth.
A tiny, black flame suddenly ignited from the depths of his left pupil.