Chapter 1002: Great, We Have Malt to Eat

Ang's strength only experienced a leap in growth after the arrival of the Little Ghost and the Little Sapling.

The Little Ghost brought him a continuous stream of divine power, and the Little Sapling brought him a strong body capable of withstanding any changes. The World Tree is capable of supporting the existence of ten thousand worlds.

One could see Ang's body rapidly turning purple, transforming into a Death-Mourning Skeleton, and then a strong light flashed.

"Feiti's Flash! Since when can a Death Skeleton transform into Feiti!?" Negris was shocked.

Feiti's Flash is a skill that compresses the space in front, compressing a hundred meters of space into five meters, and then passing through it, creating an illusion of instantaneous teleportation. But in reality, it's not teleportation; if something is blocking the front, one will crash directly into it.

Ang crashed directly into the position where the phantom was collapsing, crashing the phantom that was already collapsing even more 'shattered', and even his right arm crashed into those fragments, grabbing them fiercely.

"Eh? Huh? Ah? Ah—!" The phantom's voice came from the fragment area, from confusion, to surprise, to shock, and then to screaming, showing the roller-coaster ups and downs of his mood, and finally, he struggled fiercely.

Ang's body was jerked forward, as if he were about to be dragged in.

The soul flames on his body surged, and Ang's other left hand thrust forward, also thrusting into the shattered area, grabbing the phantom, and even his head pushed forward, his entire upper body probing in, grabbing the phantom and dragging it outward with all his might.

Struggling backward with force, his head came out, his back arched backward, his shoulders came out, and lunging backward, his arms also came out, his hands still tightly gripping the phantom.

The phantom's calmness and disdain had completely disappeared, replaced by panic. He absolutely couldn't have imagined that someone could actually drag him out of the shattered void alive.

Not to mention the shearing force inherent in that space—if a metal rod were inserted into a spatial rift, the moment it closed, it could shear the iron rod in two. Ang had directly probed his entire upper body in, simply resisting the shearing force of space to drag him out.

Not to mention that Ang's hands were like some kind of powerful restriction, firmly gripping him and dragging him out steadily.

The phantom frantically smashed at Ang's palms, but couldn't smash them; he subconsciously went to pry them, but couldn't pry them even more. Watching himself being dragged out of the shattered void alive, he couldn't help but cry out in anxiety:

"Let go of me, no, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing just now, it's my fault, I'm sorry, let me go, I apologize, I apologize, let me go, let me go."

The phantom cried and shouted, but Ang turned a deaf ear, dragging with force bit by bit.

The phantom was dragged out of the shattered spatial area bit by bit. He struggled, his hands and feet hooked, braced, and pushed against the edge of the shattering, just like a Kobold about to be thrown out clawing at the door, making futile struggles.

Unfortunately, it had no effect at all, making him finally have to shout, "Help!!"

Almost the moment he shouted for help, Ang felt his hands tighten, and a huge force surged, dragging the phantom back a little.

The phantom's spirit was lifted, and using this suddenly appearing huge force as a fulcrum, he struggled backward bit by bit, wanting to break free from Ang's hands.

It was Ang's turn to be dragged toward the shattered space bit by bit.

Ang stared at him angrily, and the phantom's courage grew, and he shouted forcefully, "Let go of me, damn fuzzy god, let go! Let go! Get out of here, stare, stare, stare, do you believe I'll gouge out your eyes... no eyeballs?"

Ang shouted forcefully, "Ao!"

The Little Sapling slowly unfolded, its true leaves stretched hard, and its entire root system twisted at the same time.

On the surface, the Little Sapling didn't seem to have any changes, but if one looked along its root system, one could see that a large number of roots had already penetrated space, firmly anchoring itself to this piece of space.

The Little Ghost also emerged from Ang's finger, blinked its eyes, and crawled up along Ang's arm, just like flowing holy light, quickly wrapping around Ang's upper body and dragging backward with force.

The phantom, which had already been dragged into the shattered space, was immediately dragged out bit by bit again.

You pull, I drag, you drag, I pull; both sides fell into a state of stalemate. The phantom suddenly discovered an ominous thing: he had become the center point of the stalemate, and two huge forces were acting on his body, soon exceeding his endurance.

"Ah! Let go, let go, let go, it's cracking, it's cracking, it's cracking!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!! Let go of me!" The phantom wailed.

The phantom had never thought that someone could 'grab' him. An existence like him could even shatter space and travel through it without hindrance.

It should have been a very simple matter—light a few fires and then shatter space and run away. He hadn't expected to be grabbed and dragged out of the shattered void alive.

Dragging him out was one thing, but the opponent's hands were like some kind of restriction; once grabbed, he couldn't break free, and he couldn't even break an arm to survive.

And the one he called for help was even stupider—you pull him, why are you pulling me? I called you to save me, not to play tug-of-war!

Thus, the forces of both sides played tug-of-war with the phantom as the midpoint, hurting the phantom so much that he felt like he was about to crack, and he wailed, "Luoqima, let go, let go, I don't need you to save me, let go of me, don't need you to save me, it's going to crack, it's going to crack, it's going to..."

The phantom was torn in two, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

Ang couldn't stop his momentum, flipped backward fiercely, and when he rushed up again, the shattered void had already disappeared.

Only half of the phantom had been dragged out. After being torn in two, the phantom lost the ability to maintain its form and slowly shrank into a ball in Ang's hand.

Ang shook, but the half-phantom had no reaction at all; it was dead as dead could be.

"It died just like that? So weak, and you dared to call him a fuzzy god?" Negris flew over and sneered.

Anthony also flew over and said quickly, "Not weak. My lord used the Little Sapling to anchor space and the Little Ghost to exert force, and only by joining forces did they tear him apart. Let's not talk about this for now. My lord, those fires can't be extinguished. If you touch them, you'll burn to ash. If this continues, the grain in the Divine Domain will be burned clean."

Ang reached out and wiped the phantom—Soul Search. He threw the remaining phantom to the Little Ghost to swallow, and then quickly came to the grain pile.

The fire wasn't an ordinary fire; it couldn't be extinguished with water or mud, and instead, it spread very quickly. In just this short while, one-tenth of the surface area had been burned.

"He called it the Undying Divine Flame; it should be some kind of divine power flame. If you can't find a power to restrain it, you can only use stronger divine power to neutralize it. Try using holy light to shine on it and see if it works," Negris suggested.

Ang shook his head and didn't accept Negris's suggestion. Instead, he raised his hand to condense water droplets and poured them onto the burning area.

But water couldn't extinguish this kind of flame; instead, after being poured wet, the flame spread even faster.

However, pouring water wasn't for extinguishing the fire. At the same time, Ang stepped down with his footprints with force, and the soaked grain immediately sprouted embryos and grew wildly.

The power of growth instantly covered the power of the Undying Divine Flame. Almost at the same time the grain sprouted, the Undying Divine Flame was extinguished. Ang also hurriedly kicked off the Instant Death Aura.

Looking at the grain with green and white tender sprouts, Negris said with a bitter face, "Great, we have malt to eat."