Chapter 1180

A divine aura far more terrifying than before surged forth, warping the void!

Faintly.

Within it, as if a force capable of shaking heaven and earth, making even the gods tremble in fear, roared and bellowed.

The strength of this force.

Even Li Yue himself felt his heart tremble!

"This is—"

"A power of the Supreme Deity level!"

He felt a chill in his heart, yet also immense delight.

Supreme Deity-level power!

Three pairs of King-Slaying Wings—

Had reached the level of a Supreme Deity artifact!

A pristine, undamaged Supreme Deity artifact!

Not like the Sun Chariot—that damaged Supreme Deity artifact!

"Hahaha—"

"I actually possess a pristine Supreme Deity artifact!"

His heart surged with excitement.

What is a Supreme Deity artifact?

It is the weapon, the tool, the ultimate treasure of a Supreme Deity!

Only a Supreme Deity can nurture one.

It contains the power of a Supreme Deity!

Even for a Supreme Deity,

a Supreme Deity artifact can greatly enhance their strength!

Not to mention

for beings below the Supreme Deity level.

It is simply an unimaginable treasure!

After a long while,

he finally calmed down from his excitement.

A Supreme Deity artifact—this was astonishing.

Even though he was usually composed, he could not avoid emotional upheaval.

"But with my current strength,"

"I am utterly incapable of fully reviving the Supreme Deity artifact or unleashing its maximum combat power."

"I can only awaken a portion of its power."

"But—"

"It is still terrifyingly strong."

He murmured softly.

And—

"The power of a Supreme Deity artifact cannot be used lightly."

"If word gets out, I will become a coveted prize in the eyes of countless High True Gods."

"Even the Supreme Deities themselves may intervene."

"After all, I doubt any Supreme Deity would ever complain about having too many Supreme Deity artifacts."

A look of cold calm settled on his face.

A Supreme Deity artifact is an extremely terrifying weapon.

It could allow him to turn defeat into victory in certain battles.

But it cannot be used lightly.

Huh—

A flash of light appeared before his eyes.

He had vanished from the lottery space.

……

"Amelia, are you going to stop me?"

In the void,

the Holy Master, with snow-white hair, translucent skin, black eyes, and a strange mark on her brow, gazed coldly at a figure ahead.

The figure wore a gray robe.

Around him swirled a gray, hazy river.

His eyes were gray, as if endless figures of mortals constantly flickered within them.

Shoulder-length gray hair fell loosely, his bare feet touching nothing, his expression serene.

He looked at the Holy Master and shook his head:

"Holy Master, Timothy has not yet reached his day of death."

Behind him,

the Earth Deity Timothy, clad in tattered battle armor and with disheveled hair, wore an expression of utter relief.

He was truly afraid.

Although he had long heard the tales.

The Holy Lord is the first True God since time immemorial, with power reaching the heavens, guarding the Endless Abyss for three eras.

He has personally slain many Demon Lords.

But hearing is one thing.

Facing him directly is another.

He simply could not imagine.

How could a High True God be so overwhelmingly powerful!

He was a Demon Lord!

A Demon Lord who fully mastered the divine domain of Earth!

Yet he was far from a match for the Holy Lord.

Not only was he severely injured himself.

Even the terrifyingly defensive Demon Lord artifact 'Earth War Armor' on his body was damaged by more than half.

Even—

Had he not, disregarding everything, fled madly toward the Divine Realm of the Lord of Fate...

And finally waited for the Lord of Fate to arrive.

He might have been utterly annihilated!

Slain by a High True God!

"Amelia, it is no small feat for you to become a Demon Lord and wield the power of Fate."

"Do not force me to kill you."

The Holy Lord's voice was cold.

His head full of Bai Fa flew upward.

Upon his body.

Endless holy light surged, covering the sky and earth, enveloping all ten directions, with no end in sight.

As if the entire void.

Had turned into an ocean of holiness and light.

Within it, a Heaven Mountain of unimaginable size floated up and down.

Upon Heaven Mountain.

Countless Light Angels stood firm, their momentum terrifying beyond measure.

"Holy Lord..."

The Lord of Fate, Amelia, was about to speak again.