Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast-Chapter 997 - 420 Battle Demon God . Dragon The Battle
Chapter 997 -420 Battle Demon God . Dragon, The Battle of Destiny
Chapter 997 -420 Battle Demon God . Dragon, The Battle of Destiny
In the black void resembling the cosmos, Jonathan Walker stood as if he were an unparalleled genius, clad in snow-white garments with a handsome face, coldly watching Jack Clark.
“So don’t blame me,” Jonathan said as an infinite burst of golden light erupted from him.
Boom! Centered on Jonathan, the free-floating energy that filled the void exploded like the atmosphere in an instant.
The infinitely expanding golden radiance carried intense heat and a sharp aura, shattering and dissolving asteroid-sized rocks wherever it passed, forming a golden divine realm that covered several kilometers.
At the center of the golden divine realm, endless streams of Law Power compressed the void into oscillation, creating rings of white shock halos that spanned ten kilometers, a sight both grand and shocking.
In the center of the golden divine realm, a sacred body stretching a hundred meters tall appeared, Jonathan Walker, like a supreme deity standing high above, with a cold and majestic demeanor.
As he emitted boundless light and heat, he resembled the first sacred flame born at the creation of the world, and the invisible peak pressure of the Mythical stage shook the entire “world.”
Under this terrifying aura, void islands over a hundred kilometers away trembled; rocks along their edges broke apart, disintegrating continuously.
Within the relic, Howard Lambert suddenly felt a heavy burden, as if carrying a mountain on his back. The terrible pressure bent him bit by bit, and the hard rock ground beneath his feet cracked open.
“I will never kneel!” Howard’s eyes revealed a mad look as he erupted with an insane, demonically charged Battle Intent to fight against Heaven and Earth under the peak pressure of the Myth.
Boom!
A dark red Blood Fiend burst out from Howard, forming a Hell Domain spanning three hundred meters, barely blocking the overwhelming pressure that descended like a covering sky.
This was the horror of a Mythical Peak existence, nearly bringing the mastered Laws to perfection. At this moment, the Divine Might emitted by just standing about ten kilometers away was unbearably oppressive for Howard.
Boom! On the square, a dazzling blood light burst forth from Jack Clark, turning into a Blood Sea Doomsday that covered a kilometer range with golden flames burning within it and blue-black Thunder leaping about.
At the same time, Jack’s figure swelled, including the black-red armor he was wearing, which expanded rapidly, transforming him into a hundred-meter-tall, three-faced, six-armed ghastly figure.
Behind the figure resembling a Demon God, four halos rotated, each gripping a two-hundred-meter-long black-gold battle halberd, immediately bringing forth a heavy Overbearing pressure that soared to the sky.
Boom, boom, boom!!
The heavens and earth quaked between Jack and Jonathan, the atmosphere exploded with a deafening roar, and the clashing pressures formed transparent cracks that spread in all directions, creating an alarming momentum.
For cultivators past the Mythical-level, their aura has merged with their Will, intangible and formless, interfering with reality.
Under the unrestrained pressure of a Mythical King, ordinary people don’t even have the right to stand, let alone approach. True Divine Might is like Hell itself.
Jack stood in the center of the blood-fire domain, his four arms behind him shaping seals that supported the Divine Wheels, each wrapped in blue Thunder patterns and golden flame patterns, emanating the terrifying Aura of Higher-order Laws.
Besides that, his left face was covered with red scales and looked cold, his eyes filled with endless blood light, while faintly, the Power of Hell descended.
Meanwhile, his right face had eyes closed, surrounded by black and grey lines that spread and emitted the Aura of the Laws of Void and Death.
With the four Higher-order Laws entwined, reinforced by the Power of Hell, and the rotation of the Fourfold World Halos behind him, Jack seemed to be an ancient War God suppressing Hell.
The pressure he emitted was comparable to the late Mythical stage, terrifying and dreadful.
That was with Jack having only just touched upon the four Higher-order Laws, gathering a bit of their divine patterns without having completed the Transformation of his Rule True Body; otherwise, his might would be even more terrifying.
Even so, the power and prestige Jack exhibited at this moment were such that even Jonathan could not help but take notice.
Because when Jonathan had been at that stage, his combat power had barely been comparable to the mid-Mythical stage, and even then, he had been acclaimed as an Unparalleled Genius by the First Councilor.
Inside the relic building, Howard’s eyes widened, he was shocked and dumbfounded: “Jack, how are you still such a freak even after reaching the Ninth Heavens?!”
When Jack was in the Seventh Layer Heaven, his combat power was already exaggerated, sweeping the Void Continent with the cultivation of the Seventh Layer, slaughtering a million and amassing towering Blood Fiends.
Now at the Ninth Heavens, his combat strength remained terrifying, leaping straight from the Ninth Heaven late period to the horror of the Mythical late period.
This ability to always maintain combat power that leaps across Major Realms is just too abnormal.
Feeling the dangerous aura emanating from Jack, Jonathan’s gaze was cold as endless golden radiance concentrated in his hand, forming a three-hundred-meter-long golden War spear.
Holding the golden War spear, Jonathan’s voice was ice-cold and deep, “Jack Clark, I’ll give you one more chance. Join my Holy Light God Sect, or today you will surely fall here.”
Although Jack was formidable, Jonathan did not consider him a threat.
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A Ninth Heaven Expert is still a Ninth Heaven Expert. Without a True Body to sustain the Laws, without a soul Transformed into a Divine Soul, without mastery of powerful Law Combat Skills.
Therefore, even though the Laws swirling around Jack reached four types and each was very powerful, Jonathan remained unconcerned.
For a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Heavens, each Law mobilized during combat consumed ten times the True Strength and Soul Will of a king-level cultivator, and thus, he was certain Jack couldn’t sustain peak output for long.
However, Jack’s talent was too terrifying, giving even Jonathan a covetous admiration for such a prodigy.
