Chapter 700

Klete fell into a strong dilemma. The premise of a dilemma is having a choice, and now he had a choice, because this Demon Monarch was only his disguise; his true self was a fake Purgatory Demon King. Abandoning all this, he was still a fake deity and didn't need to fight the enemy head-on.

Moreover, he was very worried about one thing: were these enemies people of the Little Demon King, deliberately coming to lure him into exposing himself?

However, after thinking for a while, he felt it was impossible. The Little Demon King was a person of the Abyss Big Mouth, and undead creatures should be people of the Undead Sovereign. The two sides were enemies, so it was unlikely they would join forces to trap him.

After thinking it over, Klete was still unwilling to run away like this, muttering: "Just whip once, just whip once. If I can't whip him to death, I'll run. The tip speed of the Goddess of Instant Whip is as fast as lightning; I don't believe a dead bone frame can block it."

After making up his mind, Klete held the fully charged whip in his hand and lifted it with force.

With a *ziz* sound, tiny red lightning spilled out, and the entire whip seemed to have support, no longer hanging on the ground, but slowly floating up. The hundreds-of-meters-long whip was like a long snake.

This whip was something Klete had found enough materials for under very coincidental circumstances, and then let a powerful Ancient God—the Wanderer Delosa—help him forge it. For this, he paid the divine power he had accumulated for fifty thousand years.

The material was the root fiber of the World Tree, woven with the fluff of the Hole-Hole Worm. The Hole-Hole Worm's fluff had the characteristic of ignoring space, and the World Tree's roots could penetrate space and were extremely tough, able to withstand the powerful tearing brought by this "ignoring." With one whip, the speed at the tip could reach as fast as lightning.

When an object had lightning-like speed (not that lightning), it possessed terrifying destructive power itself.

However, after this whip was forged, Klete found he couldn't swing it, or rather, couldn't swing it at lightning speed. Forced by necessity, he found the Wanderer Delosa again, paid another twenty thousand years of divine power, and exchanged for the solution—charging.

The construction method of the Blood Pool Demon Palace was also exchanged from Delosa. The Demon Palace itself was a powerful weapon, said to have the power to kill Ancient Gods, and the whip's charging method was the same as the Demon Palace's, both requiring the consumption of divine power.

This led to Klete's divine power being insufficient to cover his expenses. Of course, mainly his way of collecting divine power was too backward; he actually let demons offer faith.

Demons, as a powerful species, were the ones who needed faith the least; most difficulties could be solved through a strong body.

Faith is the hope of the weak. Waiting for demons to offer faith, one could imagine how low the efficiency was. And as for the humans and elves who really needed faith, Klete looked down on them, only killing the goose to get the golden egg through the most primitive blood sacrifices. One could imagine how low the efficiency was.

Delosa exchanged seven thousand years of his divine power, which was just enough for the Starburst Array to fire one shot.

But no matter how much divine power it needed to consume, as long as the Goddess of Instant Whip could be swung, it could produce terrifying destructive power.

"Whip once and leave, whip once and leave." Klete muttered, leaping out of the high tower, swinging the whip in his hand slowly, as if dragging a giant mountain.

At the beginning, it was very slow, but when it swung to one-third, it had already returned to normal speed. In the final third, his arm suddenly accelerated, swinging out afterimages.

The hundreds-of-meters-long whip lashed out suddenly, tightened, *pa*—

A very crisp sound of air being whipped and exploding, and then it stopped abruptly, because the speed of the whip's rear end had instantly exceeded the speed of sound propagation.

From the moment Klete appeared, Ang's gaze had fallen on the whip in his hand, and he tilted his head: "Elf Beans?"

Then he saw the long whip lashing out suddenly, his whole body gave a jolt, and without a word, he transformed into the Dragon God and released his domain—Space-Time Domain.

The long whip, which had almost instantly crossed space, entered the Space-Time Domain, and its speed dropped sharply.

Ang reached out to block, and the whip tail, only as thick as a strand of hair, whipped onto his hand. Scales splashed, and flesh and blood split open.

The Time Domain delayed and slowed everything down. Everyone could clearly see that slow-motion scene: the scales were like being cut by a sharp blade, splitting into two halves and splashing away. The whip tail continued to penetrate deep into the flesh, cutting through one fascia and muscle fiber after another, and finally split onto a black crystal hand bone.

Negris gasped: "The Dragon God transformation was blasted open?!"

This was the first time Negris had seen an attack that could break the Dragon God transformation. With the Dragon God's defensive power, if they fought hard, ordinary Ancient Gods might not be able to break its defense, but the whip in this Demon Monarch's hand easily blasted open the scales and destroyed the flesh.

But that was all. The whip split onto the black crystal arm, unable to advance further, and could only wrap around the hand bone, lashing several times to wrap it tightly.

The Space-Time Domain reduced the speed of the whip's tip, preventing it from erupting with its strongest destructive power. The Dragon God's body bore the remaining damage, and by the time it wrapped around the hand, it was already at the end of its strength.

Ang gripped it with force, held the whip tightly, and pulled it toward himself with force.

Klete watched in horror as Ang blocked his whip, and then felt the great force coming, and the whip was pulled directly out of his hand.

Heavens, was this still a bone frame? Was this still a skeleton? Klete didn't dare to stay any longer and turned to run.

Ang condensed a Lightning Spear and threw it with force, but Klete had already rushed into the high tower, and the Lightning Spear slid past his back.

Actually, the Lightning Spear also had almost lightning-like speed, but it was condensed energy, and its destructive power was not on the same level as the physical whip.

Ang dragged the whip and rushed up the high tower, but Klete had already run away without a trace.

Negris, Anthony, and the others also followed up, saying regretfully: "Damn it, let him run. Without a doubt, this Demon Monarch is the guy who is the fake Purgatory Demon King."

Pink Skirt was shocked: "Ah? No way? That's the Bloodthirsty Monarch Klete; is he the one impersonating Lord Demon King?"

"Yes, it's him. Didn't you notice his face is very flat? There are few wrinkles. Have you ever seen a demon with such tender skin?" Negris asked.

Pink Skirt touched her own face: "Am I not tender? But now that you mention it, it is indeed quite tender. I've seen Klete before; his face was full of pits and depressions, and there were some small thorns. Looking at his face just now, there were much fewer. Wow, is the effect of the Beauty God Fist so good? It's a pity he ran away; I really want to touch it."

Ang, who was fiddling with the whip, suddenly said: "Can't run."

While speaking, he waved the whip, but the whip, having been swung once, had consumed seventy or eighty percent of its energy and hung limply on the ground.

Ang gripped it with force, divine power poured in, and the originally limp whip instantly sprang up.

Klete fled in a sorry state, shrinking his body while running, transforming into a swift form, rushing from the high tower to the underground, drilling into the cave groups deep underground, and flying toward a point he could perceive.

He was scared to death. Blocking the Whip of Instant with one hand? He couldn't understand how terrifying Ang's Dragon God transformation was. That was an Origin Ancient God; whipping an Origin Ancient God transformation to blast it open, he was already proud enough.

If he had sufficient divine power and swung two more whips, he might really be able to hurt Ang.

It was a pity his level hadn't reached that point; he didn't realize how powerful that whip was, only feeling that Ang was perversely strong. Blocking a whip with one hand—this wasn't a skeleton; it was definitely some Ancient God in disguise.

Fleeing for his life all the way, he finally arrived at a large space in the center of the earth. Several large, thick roots hung down, twisting into a ball in the center of the space, combining into half a face suspended in the air.

The tips of all the roots had grown moldy and rotten, dripping black water, and a weak message radiated: Help—me—

Klete sighed in relief. Escaping here could be considered truly escaping. As long as he squeezed into that ball of roots and retrieved his godhood, he could use the special blood-boiling method to leave this abyss and transfer to another blood pool.

However, just as he was darting into the roots, a large hand grabbed his neck and pulled him back: "Do you think I don't exist?"

(End of chapter)