Chapter 683: Divine Being Descends

Aiken's gaze was like a sharp sword, piercing Reslin's soul from a distance.

Before his eyes seemed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; the whole world was filled with endless evil energy, and from the bottomless Abyss rose a tide of malignant aura, the four ancient evil gods of differing forms, apparently joining forces to unleash a devastating attack.

Abyssal Four Gods!

Even a mere illusory shadow would make one's heart shatter.

Fortunately, the Truth Will took effect instantly, timely repelling the mental assault. Reslin recovered his senses and felt a chill down his spine.

Had it not been for his Truth Will, he would already be dead now, and in a manner where both body and spirit were annihilated.

Aiken can kill with a single glance; the Eternal Chosen truly lives up to its reputation!

Such power is far beyond what I can contend with.

"Run quickly."

Reslin didn't hesitate, turning to cast a teleportation spell, but as soon as his mind moved, Aiken, over thirty li away, seemed to realize he hadn't died, clamped his hand onto the hell warhorse's belly, and both rider and horse vanished in an instant.

In the next instant, Aiken crossed the distance and burst through the air.

"Roar!"

Amid the terrifying roar, the hell warhorse beneath him revealed its true form.

It was not a horse but a colossal dragon with three heads, over a hundred meters long, its wings blotting out the sky, and from the gaps in its jet‑black scales rose a faint green fire of evil energy.

Reslin had never seen such a dragon.

Its three heads were each different: the right was a blood‑red Infernal Dragon, its eyes like two clumps of crimson flame, bearing demonic black horns; the middle was a blue‑purple Void Dragon, its shape resembling the skull of a ferocious giant bird; the left was a dark‑green Plague Dragon, its neck uncovered by scales, its skin rotting as if diseased, a gaping maw exhaling foul pus and toxic mist that chilled the soul.

The dragon's four limbs were immensely massive, each claw several times larger than a carriage, and its long tail split at the tip into two tails.

Three heads, two tails, and oversized limbs made its proportions awkward, as if three evil dragons had been forcefully fused together into this terrifying beast.

Yet this did not diminish its strength at all.

The roar came from the middle head, its voice imbued with draconic might that shook the void, instantly interrupting Reslin's teleportation.

It didn't lock onto a space, but by interference achieved the same effect.

Reslin was left where he stood.

The evil three‑headed dragon was less than a hundred meters away; as the roar sounded, the left and right heads each spewed massive streams of dragon breath.

One was blood‑red infernal fire, seemingly capable of incinerating everything;

the other was dark‑green corrosive venom, laden with terrifying toxins;

Reslin was instantly engulfed by the two breaths; a colorful prism shield sprang up around him, the dreadful breaths splashing off the shield, which began to collapse after less than two seconds of resistance.

But that was enough.

Reslin flashed into the air above the dragon, raised his hand and summoned a Rending Sky Sword; the six‑meter magical blade radiated blue light, striking down like lightning.

Against creatures with extremely strong defenses, Tim Kainan's sword technique is more effective than the Light Spear.

"Hm?"

Aiken, riding on the dragon's back, let out a startled exclamation, but his reaction was swift; he swung his crimson greatsword upward with his right hand.

The unfathomable evil energy erupted, a blade of flame dozens of meters long sweeping upward.

Reslin's pupils contracted.

What seemed a casual swing was terrifyingly powerful, cleaving even space itself, flashing like a blink and instantly striking right before him. If it had hit, his Eight‑Ring prism shield couldn't hold for even a second, guaranteeing death.

He had intended to cast a Rending Technique on the opponent, but it was already too late.

So he flashed again.

Almost the instant Reslin vanished, the terrifying flame blade struck; within a hundred‑meter radius countless sharp sword qi ravaged every inch of space, accompanied by scorching flames like a sea of infernal fire.

Reslin, appearing several hundred meters away, felt a wave of dread.

This sword's power was comparable to the Nine-ring Technique.

At this moment, the Rending Sky Sword had already reached the dragon's crown; Reslin adjusted slightly, directing the blue blade toward the Doom Lord on the dragon's back. Aiken calmly raised his left hand, a square great shield, protecting his body; the Rending Sky Sword struck the shield, producing a light clank.

Immediately, the previously unstoppable Rending Sky Sword fragmented piece by piece, as if the spell had been dispelled, turning into bubbles that vanished.

Reslin's heart leapt.

Aiken turned his head toward him, as if he could locate the enemy without searching.

They stared at each other for several seconds.

His face was completely hidden beneath his helmet, his expression unreadable, and even his Soul Eye dared not pierce the visor; yet from this brief two‑move exchange, Reslin felt immense pressure, a sense of helplessness.

Aiken certainly hadn't used his full strength, not even thirty percent of his power.

"Hmph!"

The Doom Lord scrutinized Reslin for a few seconds, then a deep voice resonated from beneath the helmet: "Did you kill A Kou La Ge?"

Reslin had intended to flee immediately, but hearing the question, he chose to stall.

"It was I, Lord Aiken," he replied calmly, "If you seek revenge for that Chosen Champion, you've come to the right person."

"Revenge? A waste who was killed by others?" Aiken sneered, his tone dripping with blood and cruelty, "The failed only tarnish my lord's glory; had A Kou La Ge not died, I would have slain him myself. A Kou La Ge's death is insignificant; I only want to know where that thing is."

"What thing?" Reslin asked knowingly.

Aiken fell silent for a second, glanced toward the Abyssal Gate, and said, "Wizard, my patience is limited. If it weren't to enlist your aid to eliminate Di Ma E Tu, three days ago your soul would already have been captured alive by me, tortured for the answer I seek."

He actually knew…

Reslin felt a chill in his heart; Aiken had been tracking his movements these past days, and he hadn't sensed any irregularity.

Aiken was also scheming against Danmofu; with his strength, killing Di Ma E Tu was not difficult, but both sides were Abyssal subordinates, and behind Di Ma E Tu there must be an Abyssal Lord; he was reluctant to act himself, so he let himself and his comrades slay the Baro Flame Demon.

What a mantis catching a cicada, while the oriole waits behind!

"Within three breaths, I want to hear the whereabouts of the 'Hylian Eye'." Aiken issued his final ultimatum, the great sword in his hand blazing with fierce fire, ready to unleash a thunderous strike.

That talisman is called the Hylian Eye?

Reslin's thoughts shifted; of course he wouldn't tell Aiken that the item had already been delivered to Albert Bay.

Just after a breath, he cast a spell, but not to attack—he used it to flee.

The surrounding space was locked by that Saint Rank ancient dragon, and although he could break the seal and teleport directly out, the teleportation speed was inevitably affected, requiring at least three seconds to complete the casting.

In front of Aiken, not even a second could be wasted, let alone three.

So Reslin instantly blinked.

Aiken never intended to wait three breaths; as soon as Reslin moved, he acted as well.

With a booming roar, the Doom Lord, over three meters tall, rose from the dragon's back, swinging his massive sword to unleash a dazzling blade aura; the dragon beneath let out a deafening roar, trying to cause a void tremor to interrupt Reslin's casting.

But it was half a step too late.

Reslin had already vanished; he didn't blink toward the Abyssal Gate, but headed east.

The dragon, with agility incongruous to its massive body, chased the blink and caught up; Reslin appeared a kilometer away, and its three heads materialized behind him. Reslin seemed to have anticipated this, turned and fired a beam, then blinked again.

The transparent beam was the Eight‑Ring Spell.

It was the only spell Reslin could use that might harm the enemy; if luck favored him, it could damage one or two pieces of Aiken's gear.

This Doom Lord was the most lavishly equipped powerhouse he had ever seen.

That crimson‑flame greatsword, the square shield in his right hand, the black armor he wore, and the helmet with a pair of sky‑pointing massive horns were all Legend Grade gear!

Even his mount was a Saint Rank ancient dragon.

Reslin judged that the finer one's gear, the more one cherishes it, and Aiken's equipment seemed to carry additional symbolic weight; losing or damaging it would cost far more than a single item. That "Eye of Xilian" might be one of those, which is why the pursuit was relentless.

Sure enough, Aiken recognized the beam as the fracture technique.

His movements faltered slightly, showing apprehension.

The fracture technique, touted as "both sides weep", can destroy protective spells, force fields, and magical items, and even has a one‑percent chance to shatter a divine artifact.

Even with just eight rings, the chance to destroy Legend Grade items is not low.

Aiken dared not directly meet the transparent beam; he was mentally linked with his mount, and the void dragon head between them ceased roaring, instantly generating a portal that blocked the beam's path.

The fracture technique shot into the portal and vanished.

Reslin's blink ended, and he immediately noticed a portal opening beside him, his own fracture technique firing out; he casually tossed a gem, cleverly blocking the beam.

Snap!

The alchemical gem that could amplify spells instantly turned to powder.

That delay was less than half a second; a terrifying aura rose from behind, and the dragon caught up again. Dragon breath, blade aura, spells—attacks rained down from all directions. From afar, Reslin's tiny figure looked like grass beneath a collapsing wall, about to be reduced to ash in the next instant.

The movement in the sky had already been seen by his teammates.

"Eternal Chosen!"

Yizite let out a voiceless scream, staring at the battle in the sky dozens of li away, feeling limbs grow cold.

Beilake and Dao En Sosi also wore horrified expressions; the Holy Spear ranger wanted to slap himself twice, wondering why he had just said, "We probably won't be this unlucky," which now came true, and the worst Doom Lord arrived.

Asaxina, who had been seated, suddenly rose and shouted, "Reslin!"

"We'll leave at once."

Reslin's voice rang in everyone's hearts, and a few seconds later, the Demonic Hunter and the Holy Spear ranger who had been searching around Danmofu were teleported near the Abyssal Gate, reuniting with their teammates.

Seeing Reslin standing beside them, they were both startled and delighted, then grew puzzled.

Two Reslins— which one was real?

Axi Na hurriedly asked, "Are you the original or the Mirror Image?"

"Original," Reslin replied coolly.

It was the original who first encountered Aiken, but at once he swapped places with the true Mirror Image, letting the Mirror Image entangle Aiken and buying time for himself and his teammates to escape.

Everyone was overjoyed, and without a word they rushed toward Reslin.

Reslin brandished his staff and began casting the group teleportation spell.

This Eight‑Ring Spell took nearly ten seconds; as long as they could stretch it to ten, everyone would be temporarily safe. In the distant sky, Reslin's true Mirror Image was still being frantically pursued, like a lone leaf boat amid raging waves, ready to be shattered at any moment.

However, at every critical moment, Reslin always managed to escape with his life.

Time ticked by second after second.

Yizite and the others felt for the first time how interminable ten seconds could be; each second crawled by while their hearts hammered wildly, like a frenzied drumbeat.

Five seconds later, the group teleportation spell was more than halfway cast.

Suddenly, Aiken on the dragon's back noticed the group about to teleport away, glanced this way, and spotted Reslin's original casting.

He instantly understood what was happening.

The massive dragon turned, abandoning its chase of Reslin's true Mirror Image, and with a booming roar tore open the void, charging toward the Abyssal Gate.

"It's over!"

His teammates shouted in panic; the group teleportation spell was only half done, already too late.

Reslin decisively halted the teleport, instantly swapping places with the true Mirror Image, allowing the Mirror Image to re‑cast the teleport beside his teammates; thereafter, his original triggered a castling maneuver.

Boom!

A towering human silhouette appeared in the sky, over three meters tall, bathed in a soft golden glow, with a pair of massive wings sprouting from its back, wielding a war hammer as if a deity had descended.

Lei En swung the Thunder God's Hammer, shattering the void, striking before the blast arrived.

His left hand formed a titanium‑golden holy sword, its broad blade ablaze with thunder‑flame; his right hand's Thunder God's Hammer erupted with dazzling lightning, like a small sun too bright to stare at.

Lei En transformed entirely into lightning, accelerated to the extreme by titanium‑golden feathers and wind‑thunder wings.

Aiken and the dragon had just emerged from the void, about to attack the five teleporting people, when they instantly sensed danger and turned to see a golden bolt of lightning.

Three dragon heads roared in unison, spewing three streams of dragon breath hundreds of meters long.

However, the golden‑light human silhouette instantly pierced the dragon breath, moving even faster.

Bang!

Aiken was caught off guard and was struck by a hammer.

Countless lightning bolts erupted, the towering Apocalypse Lord was knocked off the dragon's back. Lei En knew this strike hadn't inflicted much damage on Aiken, so he used the rebound to bounce back and land on the giant dragon's back. He thrust his titanium gold holy sword deep into the dragon scales with his left hand, thunder flame burst forth, and he unleashed a thunder slash.

The hard dragon scales were as fragile as paper; in an instant a wound over ten meters long was slit, and blood gushed out.

Aooo…

The three giant dragon heads cried out in pain, turned to bite fiercely, but found the enemy had already fled using the thunder slash.

(End of chapter)