Chapter 1295

Anthony's mind had just flashed this name, and before he could say it, the Chaos Black Crystal Skeleton on the altar suddenly turned his head, and his gaze fell on the position where Anthony was.

Anthony once again had the feeling of being stared at by the God of Space-Time. The God of Space-Time looked at him, causing him to rapidly regress to the lifetime where he almost became Pope, turning into an elderly old man.

Now, with this look, Anthony only felt that his entire soul had been pulled out by an invisible big hand. His world fell into darkness, leaving only the black crystal skeleton in the distance. His soul was dragged away uncontrollably, flying rapidly toward the black crystal skeleton, until it floated in front of the other party.

A skull without pupils stared at him coldly. Inside the pitch-black bones, those stars were clearly visible. They converged into a vortex, as if they wanted to suck Anthony's soul in.

This skull stared at him silently for a long time, as if a voice in the soul rang out: "Who are you?"

"I... I am..." Anthony found that he couldn't control his body and soul at all. As soon as his mouth opened, he was about to speak. Anthony resisted with all his might, but he only spat out a few more words, which didn't affect the opening and closing of his mouth at all.

Just then, Ang's voice rang in his heart: "Beat him."

At the same time, Anthony only felt his whole body relax. The power that bound his body and controlled his soul disappeared. Without hesitation, Anthony punched the skull's eye socket.

Boom! Anthony only felt a huge shock that shook his soul, spreading out like a shock wave, shattering the entire world. The skull shattered, the darkness disappeared, and his soul returned to his body in the attic.

Anthony subconsciously touched his body and found that the white crystal hadn't shattered, scaring him to death. The final shock that shook his soul was extremely violent and simply not something he could bear. The only possibility was that Ang had blocked it for him.

Anthony looked back at Ang gratefully, and also realized that they had actually been under Ang's protection all along. Otherwise, with their strength, they wouldn't be worthy of being enemies with these top-level existences. A single look from others could put them to death.

Before Anthony could say anything, Ang reached out and grabbed, moving his soul.

The next moment, they had already arrived several dozen meters above the house where the attic was. Almost at the same time, a flash of light shot into the house where the attic was located, like a cannonball, hitting and flying the entire house, and dust filled the sky.

"What was raised wasn't bricks, but dust. It smashed all the bricks into powder," Uersman said quickly.

He entered that state of fast talking again, showing his high concentration.

A will enveloped the audience, and the raised dust was pressed down like an invisible big hand. The next moment, they were bound by something and fell straight down, revealing a clear field of vision.

The Chaos Black Crystal Skeleton flew up from the position of the house that had turned into powder and asked coldly: "Who are you?"

Ang pointed at Anthony's form.

Anthony originally didn't dare to speak. The Chaos Black Crystal Skeleton in front of him clearly exceeded the level he could handle. He didn't know what to say. He didn't expect Ang to still give him the opportunity to be a spokesperson.

Anthony immediately said: "Emperor Feilie, we were specifically hired by your descendant, Empress Feilie, to come out and find you. Something big has happened."

The Chaos Black Crystal Skeleton tilted his head, somewhat puzzled and hesitant: "Emperor Feilie?... It's been a long time since anyone called me that. I still have descendants?"

Anthony's heart jumped wildly. It was indeed the King of Feilie. He guessed right. Damn it, in this void, besides the Undead Emperor, the only other Chaos Black Crystal was Emperor Feilie. It was indeed him.

And only Chaos Black Crystal could digest so many Dragon Souls. Looking at the number of stars on his skeleton, it was even denser than the Undead Emperor. Can this still be called black crystal? It's no longer black, but like stars all over the sky—Star Skeleton?

Anthony pondered while saying: "Emperor Feilie, ever since you disappeared, your followers have united, elected the most prestigious person, and guarded the prestige of Emperor Feilie together. They built a territory belonging to you—the Feilie Empire. The current Empress Feilie entrusted us to come and find your whereabouts. Please return to the empire that belongs to you."

"Lying to me. I see in your soul that you are the spokesperson of the Dragon God," the King of Feilie said in a flat tone.

Anthony's heart sank. He had indeed searched his soul, but he shouldn't have searched too much, otherwise he wouldn't have repeatedly asked who these people were.

But Anthony had already made up an excuse and said calmly on his face: "I am indeed the spokesperson of the Dragon God. I just accepted the commission of your descendant, Empress Feilie, to come and find you, and I don't need to lie to you."

The King of Feilie's eye sockets were on Anthony, scaring him into a jump, fearing that the situation where his soul was sucked out would appear again. However, this situation didn't happen, possibly because he knew he was protected by Ang and it couldn't take effect.

"Is there anything else?" the King of Feilie asked.

The tone was as flat as ever, but for some reason, it made Anthony's heart tighten, and he hurriedly said: "Also, Empress Feilie wants to find you because Gramezburg sent a part of the God Star to kill you. I hope you are careful. Gramezburg is the God Star you came from."

"What?! The Main Star is here?" The King of Feilie's tone could no longer remain flat, but it wasn't panic, but a mixture of surprise and excitement, a very complex look.

Anthony wanted to say something, but suddenly his eyes blurred, and Ang had already taken them all to the altar. At the same time, the position where they had just stood was swept by a flash of light. If they had still stayed in place, they would definitely have been smashed into powder again.

Ang moved his soul to the altar, stomped on the ground, and then rushed into the portal that had already been opened.

After Ang entered the portal, the delayed concentrated explosion of the integrated molding technique erupted, blowing the entire altar into fragments, and the portal dissipated with a "hiss."

A flash of light rushed to the place where the portal disappeared and smashed a punch down. With a "boom," the space was smashed into a rift. The King of Feilie reached out his hands, grabbed the edges of the rift, and tore it hard. The rift was torn into a big mouth, but inside was the endless void.

Ang dragged the group out of the pit and pressed the dissipating transmission channel behind him. It is easy for the God of Space-Time to interrupt the remaining spatial connection, and it is very easy to turn the transmission point into a latrine.

Everyone came down from Ang's body and solidified their forms. Everyone had a lingering fear on their faces. Is this King of Feilie too fierce?

Anthony was even more suspicious of life and asked somewhat puzzled: "Why did he clearly have a great interest in the news of Gramezburg, yet he still wanted to kill us?"

(End of chapter)