Buzz~!!
As the two sides clashed, the Void trembled, and runic light burst forth from the Elven Plane, giving rise to Rune Array that aided the World Projection and clashed fiercely with the Desolate Lord, Pontoriel.
The swirling sandstorm resembled countless dim, yellow tentacles reaching out from a monster, seemingly intent on capturing the formidable enemies before it, creating a massive and imposing scene.
Clang!
A deafening sound, like the clang of metal striking metal, tore through the Void. Tibeici ' World Projection drew its sword and slashed out, countless blades of light converging into a devastating Wind of the Stars. Its Endless sharpness spread beyond the plane, enveloping the crystal wall like an incredibly complex and enormous network, or a dam across a raging river, blocking the waves of yellow sand that filled every part of the field of vision.
' Causal Dissociation!'
At the same time, Elven's World Projection also made its move, extending his staff with an extremely dazzling light at the tip, and streams of magical light shot out in a rush, falling into the sandstorm.
Then, a strange scene unfolded: the raging sandstorm that had been rushing in suddenly reversed course and flowed back, as if time had turned back.
"Severing the causal link between grains of sand? This guy's causal magic is so powerful..." Although Desolate Lord was irritable, he was knowledgeable and immediately determined that the Elven World Projection did not use time-based magic, but rather a combination of causal and Fate. By severing the causal connection between things at two points in time, it achieved a mutual backlash effect. From the outside, it looked like time reversal, but the core was completely different.
"But do you think you can stop me like this?" With a deep gaze and a resolute will, the Desolate Lord's indifferent and cold voice echoed.
The next moment, the giant toad, whose size was already comparable to half a plane, grew even larger, and a continuous Void Energy surged in from all directions and entered its body.
In the blink of an eye, the size of the Desolate Lord Pontoriel had far exceeded that of the Elven Plane. Then, under the dumbfounded gazes of the spellcasters in the Void City, this colossal toad slowly opened its huge mouth and bit down towards the Elven Plane, which was radiating runic light.
"My God, is He... is He going to devour the Elven Plane?"
"It seems that way. Could it be that the Desolate Lord realized he couldn't take over the Elven Plane in a short time, so he resorted to this desperate measure, intending to swallow the plane whole and then slowly destroy it?"
The Void City's eyelids twitched violently as he muttered to himself, "This guy is too fierce. Luckily, I didn't have a direct confrontation with him before, otherwise, wouldn't I have been swallowed whole?"
No wonder the spellcasters were horrified; the scene unfolding outside the Elven Plane was truly terrifying. As the Desolate Lord opened its Black Hole- like maw, an irresistible suction force, like incredibly strong chains, bound the Elven Plane and dragged it toward the Desolate Lord.
"There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid..." Inside the plane, Logo looked up at the sky, a sharp glint in his eyes.
As expected of a peak Middle God and a confidant of the God of Battle, the Desolate Lord Pontoriel possesses extremely formidable strength, enough to roam freely throughout the Prado Universe System. The mere Elven Plane would have been utterly unable to resist him if it weren't for Logo forging the Golden Divine Kingdom.
However, now that the Divine Kingdom has been forged, Logo has a way to deal with it.
The size of a plane is no less than that of any Middle God, and may even far exceed it, even the most ordinary planes are no exception.
However, under normal circumstances, the Plane Will cannot perfectly control the power of the plane. Ultimately, the Plane Will is just a macroscopic information entity and cannot exert much power at all.
But when a plane transforms into the Divine Kingdom, everything changes. Just as a sharp sword can only unleash its invincible power when it has a master.
Now that Logo has become the master of the sword of the Elven Plane, he naturally won't waste its power.
Whew~
After letting out a long breath, Logo calmed his mind, his heart becoming incredibly peaceful. His gaze pierced through countless dimensions, looking at the approaching Abyss's maw, and he softly uttered, "Space-Time Amber, solidify!"
Boom!!
As Logo's voice faded, several World Projection simultaneously collapsed and disappeared, their power returning to the Golden Divine Kingdom.
At the same time, in the desolate and boundless dark Void, a ripple spread out like a wave, radiating across multiple dimensions, drawing in countless Void Energy, which condensed into a whole under the fluctuations of Space-Time.
In an instant, the Void, covering an area a thousand times larger than the Golden Divine Kingdom, was cast into an indivisible, colossal piece of amber by Logo using the Space-Time Power.
Faced with the Desolate Lord's devouring power, Logo's thinking and coping strategies were very simple and brutal.
A toad can barely eat a walnut, but what if it's a big watermelon? How would you eat it?
"A divine skill based on Space-Time?!"
As expected, the moment the Space-Time Amber was formed, the once arrogant and domineering Desolate Lord suddenly froze, staring blankly at the hard bone in front of him, not knowing where to start biting.
Logo's voice rang in the Desolate Lord's ears at just the right moment, "I wonder if Pontoriel finds my piece of Space-Time Amber to your liking?"
"Space-Time Amber? It really is a divine technique of Space-Time. I didn't expect that you could unleash such power so soon after you established your Divine Kingdom..." The Desolate Lord's voice was indifferent, but his body shrank to normal size as he spoke.
Logo smiled but remained silent upon hearing this.
The Desolate Lord sneered, "Boy, if you know what's good for you, hand over the information about the wizard's treasure as soon as possible. Considering your considerable strength, I can give you half of the other resources, except for the Illusory and Real Prism component. How about it?"
"Heh, are you so sure that Diorus wasn't lying to you? The Illusory and Real Prism might just be a ploy He left behind to incite conflict and bloodshed among us."
"Oh? Is that so? Then why are you clinging to this information? Is it because the information Diorus gave you contains substantial clues about the existence of the Illusory and Real Prism?" Desolate Lord sneered.
Logo's eyes narrowed slightly. "It seems you also possess information I'm unaware of. Otherwise, you wouldn't have attacked the Elven Plane so directly, disregarding the reputation of the Spellcaster Association, simply because of a single sentence from Diorus."
"Alright, kid, stop trying to trick me into telling you anything. I'll ask you one last time: are you going to hand it over or not?!" Desolate Lord's eyes darkened, and his voice was as cold as ice.
Logo still wore a gentle smile, slowly raising his right hand and pointing towards the Primordial Heaven Realm, "Take care!"
"... Hmph, just you wait, this isn't over yet!" Desolate Lord's lips twitched, and he almost flew into a rage and attacked again, but he held back, turned around, and leaped into the Void, disappearing from sight.