Chapter 527: My Professional Panel Has an Anime Art Style? Chapter 248

"Viceroy, my lord!"

"Michael, my lord!"

Screams rose one after another, only to be swallowed by the blizzard in an instant.

Serafall and the others' expressions were solemn. After a brief exchange of glances, a decision was made in their hearts.

But before they could act, a bone-piercing cold current had already swallowed them whole.

In just a few short minutes, all that remained between heaven and earth was boundless white and deathly stillness; everything was frozen in that very instant of being sealed in ice.

Li Ang stood alone in mid-air, looking down at the frozen world beneath his feet, his gaze utterly calm.

After sweeping his gaze over certain motionless spots on the great earth, he turned his eyes toward the vault of heaven above.

In a place no one had noticed, an enormous formation disk—far more exaggerated in size than the magic circle from before—was slowly rotating.

【World of knots】—Li Ang had already deployed this skill to cover the entire Underworld from the very moment the battle began. Otherwise, did they really think he was so bored as to play house with those weaklings down below?

If he wished, there was no need to use any ability from the Abyss system at all; the 【Rinnegan】 alone would be enough to slaughter every living being in the Underworld and Heavenly Realm.

The reason he did it this way was simply to avoid taking the lives of the three groups below, and to raise his skill proficiency a bit.

Paying no further heed to the situation below, Li Ang gazed at the enormous formation disk coiled above the heavens and silently thought to himself:

'Under the effect of 【Overlord Equation】, my control over 【World of knots】 has indeed improved by another level.'

The most obvious proof of this was that his current speed of absorbing the Underworld was considerably faster than with the Northern Realm. It wouldn't be long before 【Amano-Iwato】 gained another new plane.

But just as Li Ang silently manipulated the Qi Men Bureau covering the entire Underworld, several figures suddenly burst from the snow, hurtling toward his position with a whistling roar.

Seeing that the Dragon God in the sky seemed completely unguarded against their sneak attack, Serafall and the others were immediately delighted.

Since they were no match for him in a direct confrontation, they could only resort to a sneak attack.

Fortunately, the other party seemed overly confident and had no defense against such a situation at all.

But with the augmentation of 【Daoluo Dongguan】 and the 【Rinnegan】, how could Li Ang possibly fail to notice their true intentions?

The reason he hadn't exposed them was simply laziness—after all, the plan had basically reached its final step.

One hundred kilometers, fifty kilometers, ten kilometers—the distance between the two sides shrank at extreme speed.

But just when Serafall and the others thought their sneak attack was about to succeed, they suddenly found the surrounding space growing viscous, and even their own movements becoming sluggish.

Until finally.

Seven figures came to a halt like sculptures at a distance of roughly ten meters from Li Ang.

Looking at the demons, angels, and fallen angels before him, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly: "Wouldn't it have been better to keep playing dead down below?"

As time passed, 【World of knots】 was gradually affecting everything in the Underworld—space naturally included.

At this point, the Underworld was no longer a warm homeland for its original inhabitants, but rather the Five Finger Mountain that had trapped the Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

Unless they possessed power on the level of Manfred—enough to blast apart an entire plane—they could only stand by helplessly and watch the Underworld be taken by Li Ang.

Michael stared fixedly at the expressionless Dragon God not far away, wanting to say something but completely unable to open his mouth.

He hadn't expected that even with three sides joining forces, they still couldn't cause much trouble for the dragon before him.

Or rather, the demon before him.

Compared to Serafall and the others, Michael was far more sensitive to demonic auras.

In his eyes, the existence opposite him was no Dragon God at all—clearly a peerless great demon radiating an overwhelming baleful flame. The so-called title of Demon King would perhaps be more fitting if inherited!

Just as Michael was feeling absurd about this, a broken, halting voice suddenly rang out beside him.

It was Serafall.

The red-haired Demon King looked at the figure opposite, and with great effort asked: "What exactly are you planning to do?"

"You'll know very soon."

As the words fell, a massive alchemical matrix suddenly unfurled beneath Li Ang's feet.

With the cooperation of 【World of knots】, the entire plane of the Underworld began to shake violently.

Roars like the wailing of the world began to echo between heaven and earth.

The next moment, a Rinnegan radiating crimson light suddenly manifested in the vault of heaven.

In an instant, Serafall recognized the origin of that eye—it was the left eye of the Dragon God standing not far away!

"What!?"

Then, before they could even react, the entire Underworld began shrinking like a vortex, and was swallowed whole by the crimson Rinnegan hidden beyond the world.

Having done all this, Li Ang rubbed his somewhat aching left eye and softly exhaled.

'It can still hold a plane about the size of two Underworlds. That's enough.'

With the Underworld contained, the only remaining objective of this trip was the Heavenly Realm.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Realm wasn't as troublesome as the Underworld; he only needed to go there and contain it.

Thinking this, Li Ang casually tore open a spatial rift and stepped into the darkness.

……

Several days passed just like that.

The first to notice something was wrong were the believers of the God of the Bible.

In the DxD world, devout believers could receive the Lord's response, and there was also a connection between churches and angels.

Yet over these past few days, their prayers had received no response at all, and the churches could no longer contact the angels—as if God had abandoned them.

As the situation gradually fermented, the other pantheons also gradually became aware of something amiss.

In the end, Indra could no longer contain his curiosity and prepared to personally go to the Heavenly Realm's location to investigate.

But when he arrived at his destination, he found that the Heavenly Realm

was gone.

Chaotic, frenzied spatial turbulence raged through the void, and fragmented pieces of space occasionally drifted past Indra.

Looking at the twisted painting before him, like some sort of doodle, the chief god of Mount Sumeru could not help but frown: "This is—"

For some reason, the scene before him felt oddly familiar.

After a brief moment of recollection, Emperor Shitian remembered.

Isn't this just a replica of the Northern Realm?!