God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 652

In less than a dozen breaths, the experts of the Palace of the Four Cycles descended upon the Sky family’s territory.

They did not hide their presence.

They did not restrain their aura.

They came like a descending calamity.

Valerius stood in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, robes fluttering in the violent current of his own divine power.

Behind him stood Caspian, Linus, and the other Ultimate Supremes of the Palace.

Elders stood in ranked formation. Upper Supremes filled the sky like a dark tide. No fewer than ten Ultimate Supremes radiated oppressive might.

This was not a probing force.

This was extermination.

This was nearly the entirety of the Palace of the Four Cycles’ top combat power.

Valerius’ gaze swept downward, landing upon the layered formations guarding the Sky family. Ancient runes shimmered across the sky like interlocking constellations. Among them, a Holy-grade Formation flickered with solemn authority.

His expression shifted slightly.

"What a Sky family," he said calmly. "You even possess ancient formations, including a Holy-grade Formation."

"I presume this was obtained during some training trial."

His eyes narrowed.

"Master Max, your Sky family hides its claws well."

His tone was cold, laced with unmistakable contempt.

Below, Max stood atop the ancestral platform, robes unmoving despite the violent pressure from above.

"Haha," Max replied, lips curling faintly.

"Chief Palace Master overestimates us. These formations are nothing more than small tricks."

"In scheming, we cannot compare to the Palace of the Four Cycles. In ambition, we are even further behind."

The words were polite.

The meaning was not.

Valerius’ gaze sharpened.

"Hmph. Since you understand, I will not waste words."

"You know better than anyone whether your formations can stop me."

"Remove them. Kneel. Sign a soul contract. Become slaves of my Palace."

"I will forget the past."

His voice grew colder.

"If I break them myself... Brother Max, you understand what will happen to the Sky family."

His eyes drifted across the clansmen below as if scanning insects beneath his feet.

Bella stepped forward, her expression calm.

"Since you have come, Chief Palace Master, there is no need for more empty threats."

"The Sky family will never kneel."

"We will die standing."

"None of us will live on our knees."

Her voice was steady, neither arrogant nor fearful.

Valerius laughed softly.

"Do you truly believe these formations can protect you?"

"Do not forget. The Sky family’s current status was bestowed by my Palace."

"If we could give it to you, we can take it back just as easily."

"Valerius," Max interrupted coldly, "if you intend to act, then act. Stop pretending."

Silence fell for a breath.

Then—

A killing intent burst skyward like a blade.

"Very well."

"If you seek death, I shall grant it."

"Everyone obey my order. When the formations fall, cleanse the Sky family with blood."

Before the final syllable faded, Valerius rose higher into the sky.

His palms came together.

Seals formed.

A terrifying aura exploded outward.

Even after passing through several layers of formation barriers, the pressure descended like a collapsing mountain.

Scalps went numb.

Legs trembled.

Some of the younger members nearly collapsed.

Yet they gritted their teeth and remained standing.

Max’s fists tightened.

"The pinnacle of the perfect demon lord..."

"His strength has grown again."

Ultimate Supreme and Perfect Supreme.

Only one realm apart.

Yet like heaven and earth.

Above, Valerius looked down, a faint sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He extended one hand.

Divine power erupted.

The power of fire condensed into a blazing barrier around him. Space warped under its intensity, cracks spiderwebbing outward.

The air screamed.

"Break."

He spoke a single word.

Behind him, a golden demonic pattern manifested.

It rotated slowly, radiating ancient ferocity. Within it, terrifying fire divine power surged and boiled.

The pattern spun faster.

Beams of flame condensed and shot downward.

Boo hoo hoo—

Fire rained from the heavens.

The sky ignited.

Space deformed under the overwhelming compression of divine power.

The Holy-grade Formation trembled violently.

Then—

It melted.

The barrier, once thought indestructible, was consumed in moments.

Runes shattered into fragments of light.

The strongest formations of the Sky family collapsed like fragile glass.

Shock rippled through every clansman.

Their pupils trembled.

Is this the true might of a Perfect Supreme?

The formations they relied upon were erased as if they had never existed.

Despair seeped into their bones.

Max clenched his fists until blood seeped from his palms.

"The gap... is too great."

Uncle Ghost stepped beside him.

"When the final formation falls," Max said quietly, "escort the clansmen through the forbidden teleportation formation."

"I will arrange it," Uncle Ghost replied calmly. "But I will remain."

Max paused.

Then nodded.

"Good."

Above, Valerius stood with his hands behind his back, demonic pattern spinning endlessly.

Formation after formation collapsed under his bombardment.

He looked down like a god observing mortals.

"Max, do you think you can stop me with these toys?"

"So naive."

"Forget the entire Palace. I alone determine the life and death of your Sky family."

"My level and strength are invincible in the northwest of the Demon Territory."

His voice was not loud.

Yet it reached every ear.

Then he waved casually.

"Prepare to slaughter."

"Spare Max, his wife, and the weapon refiners."

"Kill the rest."

"As you command," Caspian and the others responded.

Below, Max inhaled deeply.

Then his eyes opened.

Cold.

Decisive.

"Sky family members, hear me."

"Fight to the death."

"Fight to the death and never retreat!"

A unified roar erupted.

Despair was devoured by conviction.

If death was inevitable, then they would embrace it standing.

Bella stepped to Max’s side.

"Come," he said softly, extending his hand.

She smiled gently, as she had decades ago when she first grasped his palm.

"Good."

Their fingers interlocked.

Above, golden meteors condensed once more.

Fire showers descended in overwhelming torrents.

The final defensive formation cracked.

The wind howled.

The sky roared.

Snow that had been drifting quietly moments ago was consumed instantly.

The golden divine power transformed into meteors and fire showers, pouring down overwhelmingly.