Time-Eroding Ouroboros came into view, Sitele was extremely excited. As long as he could hold this fang in his hands, he would become the Walker of the Will of the End, and his status in the Cult of the End would be greatly elevated, perhaps even allowing him to sit side by side with those decaying old things.
However, at that moment, golden orbs of light swept in from under the Nightfall.
Each sphere of light is small, only about two centimeters in diameter, and has a hollowed-out shape. They are unremarkable in appearance, but when they streak across the sky, the force they bring is extremely terrifying, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, carrying out a comprehensive attack.
The primary target was not Sitele and his two companions, but rather the blood-red altar.
They must be stopped!
Ouljia, covered in thick golden light, gritted his teeth and said. The Fate Master of the Apocalypse Cult following behind him also had solemn expressions. Of course, they knew what the Seven Demons of the End were. They were Destroyer capable of unleashing world-ending calamities.
Before World King Kai appeared, for seven epochs, Endless living beings were mercilessly wiped out by the Seven Demons of the End.
These world-destroying behemoths don't care about mortals or Fate Master; they treat everyone equally. In fact, they prefer to devour Transcendent beings.
In the Eighth Era, World King disappeared, and no one could step forward to seal these world-destroying behemoths a second time.
Nobody wants to die, so it's best to nip the root of death in the bud.
"Damn it, those idiots Daniel really attracted the Apocalypse Cult!"
Upon seeing Ouljia, Sitele's face twitched. He cursed inwardly while hastily taking action to block Ouljia and the others' attack.
"Oh no, there are too many of these golden balls, we might not be able to stop them!" one of his confidants said, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Black rays shot out from his fingers one after another, like a humanoid turret, but his attack frequency and speed were far Ouljia.
Compared to his confidants' eagerness, Sitele, though angry at Daniel and the others, did not appear flustered. As his long hair danced, his scale-like Fate Artifact hovered high, and the domain belonging exclusively to the Truth Fate Master expanded outwards.
Within the area, all the golden orbs slowed down uncontrollably and were easily knocked down and shattered.
Her robes fluttered in the wind as Sitele spread her arms wide, her eyes radiating silver light. A ring of soul energy suddenly expanded outwards, enveloping the horrified Ouljia and the others.
"Truth Fate Master!"
Lost in a state of dizziness, Ouljia felt shrouded in darkness, overwhelmed by a sense of despair that seemed to drag him into Hell.
'Blazing Sun, Divine Radiance!'
Just as Ouljia in despair, another sun rose high behind him, its brilliant golden light surging across the sky. Wherever it passed, darkness was driven away, Mist evaporated, damp land became dry, and evil forces screamed and wailed.
Compared to the golden light released by Ouljia, the power of this sun was immeasurably greater. At first glance, it looked as if the only sun that stood across the Star God Realm had fallen into the swamp.
In the midst of the sun, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his face indistinct, exuding an aura of divine majesty.
"Stop her! Destroy the altar!"
The moment she was rescued, Ouljia's first reaction was not to run away, but to rush back to the crimson altar and shout towards the sun in the sky.
Logo glanced down at Ouljia, shook his head, stretched out his hand, and gently pointed. Light, like chains, bound Olga's limbs, along with the other members of the Apocalypse Cult, and were thrown far away.
"Why!!"
Seeing the mysterious figure who showed no intention of destroying the blood altar, Ouljia roared angrily, his voice filled with confusion.
He couldn't understand why this mysterious person, having saved him, would then allow the Follower of the End to release the fangs of the Time-Eroding Ouroboros from the Space-Time rift. Wasn't this a contradiction?
On the other side, Sitele, who had originally planned to attack Logo, was stunned by what he had done and tentatively asked, "What do you mean by this, sir?"
Logo didn't answer, but instead activated his Eye of Omniscience to observe the Serpent Fang gradually leaving the Space-Time rift. Everything else in his eyes seemed to have been stripped away, becoming invisible.
Seeing that she was being ignored, Sitele was filled with anger, but she couldn't immediately gauge the strength of the mysterious expert in front of her.
If this person is Truth Fate Master, then she didn't sense any laws or domains. But if he isn't Truth Fate Master, then his strength is illogical; Fate Artifact Master could never possess such power.
Squinting slightly, Sitele chose to remain still. Nothing else mattered; the most urgent task at hand was to obtain the Serpent Fang.
With the snake fangs in hand, my strength will increase dramatically, and I will be able to do everything with greater ease.
As for whether the snake fangs would fall into the hands of this mysterious person, Sitele said it was absolutely impossible. Judging from the mysterious person's abilities, they were most likely light-based.
The Time System and the Light System, despite having one more word, are completely different power systems.
Time-manipulation abilities are not something everyone possesses, and besides, she is Follower of the End; in terms of appeal, she is definitely far greater than this mysterious person.
And so, in the eerie atmosphere of both sides remaining still, the Time-Eroding Ouroboros's fangs were dragged away from the Space-Time rift by the blood-red altar.
Rumble~
As if the heavens would not allow the serpent's fangs to leave the Space-Time rift, in an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. An immense terror, like the claws of a demon, gripped the hearts of all living beings present, including Logo. Everyone felt a tightness in their chests as the sense of death rushed towards them.
However, this feeling was only fleeting, quickly disappearing like an illusion.
"What just happened?!"
Sitele's two confidants exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions filled with horror and fear.
Logo looked up at the sky thoughtfully, muttering to himself, "Is that... the fluctuation of the Star God Realm 'Plane Will?"
Welcome, my lord!
The snake fangs detached from the Space-Time rift and floated in mid-air, a hazy halo appearing. Mysterious time patterns were distributed on the surface of the fangs, carrying a unique ethereal and mysterious artistic conception belonging to time.
Seemingly heeding Sitele's call, the fangs swayed and descended from the sky.
Sitele held her hands to her chest, her expression devout, her eyes sparkling with excitement, but the next second, her face froze, as if permanently frozen in time.
It turned out that the fangs of the Time-Eroding Ouroboros had not fallen into her hands, but had instead sought out Logo, buzzing around him incessantly like a clingy puppy wagging its tail frantically.
This feeling of déjà vu is just like the goddess you've pursued for years but can't have, who is then casually posed in 108 different ways in front of another man, and you're still happy about it.
That's absolutely infuriating!