Chapter 603: So-called Eating Clean

In the center of the battlefield, energy erupted once again.

Four blood dragons collided head-on with the leader's protective light, the entire void like a mirror that had been smashed, cracks spreading in all directions.

The four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne didn't move, while the leader's figure retreated hundreds of kilometers, trembling violently.

Its silhouette was even blurrier.

Points of light dissipated at the edges, like a cloud of smoke blown away by the wind.

It tried to re-condense, but the speed of dissipation was faster than reforming.

As a Tier 9 creature, its power was indeed infinite, but that required time.

And these four Tier 8 wizards hadn't given it a single window of opportunity from the start of the battle until now.

The leader hovered in the void, madness and calmness alternating in that one remaining eye that still maintained a human shape.

It had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, devoured countless planes, destroyed countless civilizations, and had never been forced to this point.

It knew that if it continued to fight like this, it would definitely lose.

The coordination of those four Tier 8 wizards was seamless; every attack window was sealed, every counterattack was resolved.

More importantly, besides these four enemies in front, there were more wizards of the same level around.

Although it didn't feel that the other wizards had such strength, there was no doubt that to get out of the current predicament, conventional power was meaningless! It needed a greater power, a power capable of crushing everything!

It raised its hand, a dark red rune appearing in its palm.

The rune was twisted, ferocious, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Its gaze swept over the Myriad Worlds Alliance troops still watching from afar.

Those remaining Tier 8 creatures, those low-tier legions still trembling, and those countless planes behind it, on the other side of the rift, deep in the territory of the Myriad Worlds Alliance.

"I didn't want to use this move." Its voice was low, carrying a hint of unwillingness, "You forced me."

The rune exploded.

Dark red light spread in all directions like ripples, moving extremely fast, instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Wherever the light passed, the Myriad Worlds Alliance creatures stiffened, fear surging in their eyes.

They looked down and saw an identical rune on their chests, also emitting ominous red light.

"... No!!" A Starry Sky Behemoth realized something and let out a desperate roar.

Its body began to disintegrate, turning into countless points of light, sucked away by that red light.

"Leader! Don't! Leader, you can't do this!" The scaled beast commander struggled frantically, trying to tear off the rune on its chest, but the rune had already embedded itself deep into its soul.

Its body withered rapidly as if drained, scales falling off, flesh and blood withering, finally turning into a dried corpse, and then even the dried corpse dissipated into points of light.

"We've worked for you for so many years..." The scream of an energy aggregate stopped abruptly, its light swallowed by the red light, not even leaving a final flicker.

Those remaining millions of Tier 8 creatures disintegrated one after another.

Their energy, souls, flesh and blood... were all absorbed by that red light, converging into dark red rivers surging toward the leader in the center of the battlefield.

Not just them.

On the other side of the rift, deep in the territory of the Myriad Worlds Alliance, those planes that had been ruled for countless years were also disintegrating.

Every plane was a giant magic array node, and every life was fuel for the array.

There was no doubt that the leader was sacrificing the entire alliance to summon some powerful existence.

The four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne hovered in the void, watching all this.

Seeing the means the opponent was employing, they didn't stop it.

The four wizards looked at each other, the corners of their mouths curling into an imperceptible arc.

Then, they tacitly lowered their output frequency, their attacks becoming soft and powerless, as if they were letting water through.

The leader noticed this change, but it didn't care, because all its attention was now focused on the means it was employing. It curled its mouth into a ferocious grin, while resisting the enemy's attacks, it frantically urged the magic array.

The dark red light became brighter and brighter, the gathered energy becoming more and more massive.

Those energies circled, compressed, and condensed above the leader's head, gradually forming a giant vortex.

In the center of the vortex, some existence was waking up.

Finally, the ritual was complete.

That existence rose slowly from the vortex.

Its body spanned several planes, so large that no language could describe it.

It had no fixed form, sometimes like a cloud of chaotic mist constantly rolling, sometimes like a giant face covering the entire void, and sometimes like a sphere formed by countless tangled tentacles.

Every breath it took caused violent tremors in the surrounding space.

Those planes closer by extinguished the moment it breathed, like candle flames pinched out by an invisible hand.

This creature also emitted a terrifying aura that ignored all physical laws.

That kind of aura didn't belong to an existence that could be understood conventionally; it was part of this world itself, the most primitive chaos not constrained by any rules.

Its power level was also Tier 9; although it couldn't be called complete, and its aura was mixed like a monster forcibly pieced together, it was indeed Tier 9.

Tier 9: God of Chaos!

The parallel world wizards looked at that terrifying existence spanning several planes, but their expressions were surprisingly calm.

It wasn't that they weren't afraid, but they were already numb.

From the descent of the Tier 9 pressure, to four Tier 8 wizards pressing a Tier 9 to fight, to the blood sacrifice summoning a second Tier 9...

Their emotions had experienced the whole process of fear, despair, shock, and numbness in a short time.

Now, they just stared blankly at that God of Chaos, like looking at a painting unrelated to themselves.

A Tier 7 wizard muttered: "Oh, another Tier 9."

He suddenly felt that, actually, Tier 9 wasn't anything special.

The wizards of the four major factions, however, had completely different expressions.

Those Tier 8 wizards who were still cursing at each other, tripping each other up, and intercepting each other stopped the moment the God of Chaos appeared.

They hovered in the void, staring intensely at that behemoth, their mouths slowly splitting open, revealing brilliant and somewhat ferocious smiles. A Tier 8 wizard of the Star Ring Alliance licked his lips: "There really is a second one."

A Tier 8 wizard of the Void Architecture Institute had eyes shining like two stars: "I said so, such a large alliance, how could there only be one Tier 9."

A Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne began to stroke his chin and comment: "This one's level is average; although it has a Tier 9 aura, it feels like it doesn't have the ability to modify the world, it seems to only have pieced-together infinite power..."

"Having one to take is good enough!" A Tier 8 wizard of the Anti-Entropy Alliance had already started flying forward: "This one belongs to our Anti-Entropy Alliance, no one is allowed to grab it!"

"Bullshit!" The wizards of the Crimson Throne responsible for interception exploded, "We haven't finished fighting the last one yet, why should this one be yours?" "You already have one!"

"That one isn't finished fighting yet! It doesn't count!"

"Then you go fight that one!"

"If we finish fighting that one and this one runs, what then!"

They started arguing again.

But this time, the four Tier 8 wizards of the Crimson Throne who were fighting the leader also joined the argument.

They attacked the leader, who was already weak to the extreme, while turning back to shout at their companions: "Stop arguing! Come help quickly! This one is about to fail!"

"Fail my ass! You're clearly slacking off!"

"We are not!"

"I saw it! Your attack intensity is 30% less than just now!"

"That's tactics! Do you understand tactics!"

The God of Chaos hovered in the void, looking down at those tiny figures arguing.

Its consciousness was still very blurry; the God of Chaos that had just woken up hadn't fully understood the situation around it.

But it could feel that the gaze those little things were looking at it with was completely different from the gaze of the prey it had eaten before. There was no fear or awe in those gazes, only... greed.

It was a bit uncomfortable.

The leader hovered below the God of Chaos, gasping for air.

Its body was already semi-transparent; the blood sacrifice just now had consumed most of its power, but it didn't care; anyway, as long as it spent a little time, this power could be replenished.

It looked at that special creation, ecstasy surging in its eyes: "Success!"

However, when it looked down, it saw those wizards still arguing, looking as if they didn't care about what was happening here at all.

Seeing this, the leader's smile froze on its face.

The Tier 8 wizards of the four major factions felt the leader's gaze and finally stopped arguing.

They turned their heads, looked at that God of Chaos spanning several planes, then looked at the leader who was weak to the point of being almost transparent below, and nodded simultaneously.

"Alright, enough playing."

The Tier 8 wizard of the Crimson Throne took the lead, and more than a dozen Tier 8 wizards released their full power together.

A deep red pillar of light rose from their bodies, illuminating the entire void in red.

The terrifying power merged into a pure torrent of energy the moment it was unleashed, crashing head-on into that God of Chaos.

The God of Chaos let out a deafening roar.

Its body was torn open by that torrent, chaotic mist surging from the rift, turning into countless twisted monsters in the void.

Those monsters didn't even have time to take shape before being torn into fragments by the energy aftermath that followed.

The leader watched this scene, its pupils contracting sharply.

It finally understood that those wizards had been slacking off just now, and their purpose was to wait for this God of Chaos.

It thought it was summoning a trump card, but it was actually delivering a meal to others.

The leader subconsciously wanted to retreat, but when it turned around, it saw the Tier 8 wizards of the other three major factions surrounding it with smiles. "You... don't come over ahhhhhh!!!"

In the distance, Jie Ming watched that God of Chaos being beaten crookedly, then looked at the leader being surrounded and beaten by over a hundred Tier 8 wizards, and couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems this "gathering" has come to a successful conclusion. ===== CHAPTER 604 =====