Chapter 320: Lord of the Demon God Temple

The fall of the Abyss Demon Emperor was not a cataclysmic explosion, but a silent, soundless "formatting".

His massive demonic body turned into billions of Light Spots, like the grandest firefly in the universe, scattering onto every allied world.

The dead, silent planets sprouted tender shoots, and the depleted Spiritual Power veins surged anew.

Allied Forces' warriors bathed in the rain of light, their wounds fully healed, their strength refined; they felt the gifts from the Newborn Realm, and their gazes toward the void were filled with fervent worship.

Li Hu stood on the flagship's bridge, watching the cheering allied races in the light rain; the taut string in his heart finally loosened, replaced by an unfathomable awe for Wang Zhize.

This is not war.

This is a reclamation.

A resource reorganization that eradicates the universe's bugs and turns waste into treasure.

In the battlefield's center, the writhing concept that had devoured the Demon Emperor's essence let out a belch that resonated across the starry sky.

Wang Zhitao's form recondensed, his size now several circles larger than before; ancient, mysterious runes flowed over his jet‑black body, and those runes faintly emitted a sense of "Destruction" and Termination that, while sharing origin with the Abyss Demon Emperor, was altogether different.

He was actually digesting and absorbing the opponent's laws!

"Not enough to eat."

Wang Zhitao snapped his mouth shut, his gaze turning toward the deepest part of the Demon God Star Region, where the ultimate source of hunger lay.

The Allied Forces followed his gaze; after exterminating all remaining demons, a magisterial Demon Temple beyond description slowly rose from the folds of space.

It was wholly forged from a chaotic‑hued demon stone, not static but "breathing" at an extremely slow pace; each inhalation and exhalation warped the surrounding light and laws.

Demon God Temple!

Just by looking at it, the weaker‑willed warriors of the Allied Forces felt a stabbing pain in their souls, as if pierced by invisible steel needles.

"Sweep away the last trash."

Li Hu issued the order, and several Lawbreaker destroyers surged ahead, their gun barrels gathering black light that stripped away laws.

At the moment the artillery was about to fire,

a will descended.

It was neither as violent as the Abyss Demon Emperor nor as cold as the Father of the Void.

It simply existed.

Its existence itself was an absolute oppression.

Buzz—

All warships' engines instantly stalled.

All cultivators' Spiritual Power dried up in an instant.

All dragons' draconic might vanished in an instant.

All Lawbreaker warriors' technological armor turned into a pile of useless ordinary iron.

Li Hu was horrified to discover he had even lost the strength to lift a finger; the power he had boasted of, capable of tearing gods apart, had vanished as if he had never possessed it.

From god, to man, then to ant.

It took only an instant.

Law stripping!

This is not pollution, not suppression, but a fundamental removal that temporarily "deletes" all the extraordinary power you rely on!

The massive sealed doors of the Demon God Temple opened silently.

A towering figure shrouded in endless chaotic demonic aura stepped out from within.

Two jet‑black demonic horns sprouted from his head, piercing the heavens; his eyes were two endlessly rotating Abysses, revealing no emotion.

"Ant, you dare trespass the divine courtyard; you shall be stripped of all 'meaning' of your existence."

His voice was soft, yet it resonated in the deepest part of each soul, bringing a void more terrifying than death.

He is the Lord of the Demon God Temple.

He raised his hand, as if ready to crush this Allied Forces, now reduced to mere mortals, along with their warships, into the dust of the universe.

At that moment,

a calm, even slightly lazy voice pierced this dead silence of the "Unreachable Land".

"Deprive? Who gave you the permission."

Wang Zhize's will descended.

He did not manifest a form, yet every member of the Allied Forces, human or dragon alike, instantly felt a warm, irresistible great hand brush their souls.

The withdrawn, vanished power was being re‑written in a wildly unreasonable manner!

Wang Zhize's voice transformed into the supreme new law of the universe, proclaimed across the world.

"I define."

"The 'Law stripping' of the Lord of the Demon God Temple is defined as the 'Supreme Law Baptism' for all members of the Newborn Realm Alliance."

"All stripped power is defined as the gratuitous bestowal and empowerment of the Source of Creation."

The moment the words fell!

Boom—!

Inside Li Hu, a force a hundred times more massive than before exploded with a thunderous blast! He felt every cell being reshaped and reinforced by the Supreme Law!

The golden great dragon let out a sky‑shaking roar; its dull scales burst into ten‑thousand‑fold golden light, its draconic might surged, directly breaking the bottleneck that had plagued it for millennia!

The Lawbreaker fleet's warships reignited, their engines' roar louder than ever before; on the weapon system panels, every parameter skyrocketed, instantly surpassing theoretical limits!

The power not only returned,

but it surged exponentially beyond its original foundation!

All Allied Forces warriors felt an unprecedented surge of power within, and when they looked again at the figure of the Lord of the Demon God Temple, fear had vanished from their eyes, leaving only zeal and mockery.

Before Heaven, the so‑called demon god is nothing but …

"You…"

In the Demon Temple Master's abyss‑like eyes, a ripple rose for the first time, a pure, incomprehensible shock.

His own supreme law was… being used in reverse?

This is not only a breaking of his power, but also a trampling and humiliation of the Dao he wields!

"A rather interesting bug."

Wang Zhize's will locked onto him, "The permission level is a bit higher than the previous one, but the logic is more rigid."

"Seeking death!"

The Demon Temple Master was thoroughly enraged; he no longer held back, and from his eyes shot two gray beams of light.

Within that radiance there was no energy, no fluctuation of any law; there was only pure nothingness.

Concept annihilation!

He intends to, from the underlying logic of existence, completely erase Wang Zhize as a 'variable'!

"Not bad as nourishment."

Wang Zhize's will did not retreat but advanced, facing those two gray lights, issuing a proclamation of Creation Divine Authority.

"I, the ultimate definition."

"The power of concept annihilation is defined as the singularity of the Newborn Realm's evolution, merging into the world's origin, accelerating the flow of time!"

At the moment the two supreme beings were engaged in conceptual offense and defense, wildly clashing on the universe's underlying code.

"Roar!"

An impatient roar sounded.

Wang Zhitao had no interest in that "invisible" battle between them.

His instinct told him.

A feast, in that pitch‑black house!

His colossal body, ignoring the residual waves emitted by the two big shots' clash that could tear spacetime, transformed into a black lightning that spanned the sky, recklessly charging toward the magnificent Demon Temple!

He's about to… flip the table!