Chapter 780: Fall of the Holy Lord

When the last three words were spoken, a powerful High-Dimensional coercion burst forth from Mr. Duan's body!

"Hum——!"

Under this coercion, the space within a radius of a hundred miles actually let out an unbearable moan and shattered inch by inch!

Above the firmament, the very last trace of reluctant purple thunder was also completely crushed by this coercion, disappearing without a trace.

Having done all this, Mr. Duan slowly turned around.

He looked down condescendingly at the dying Chaidamen beneath his feet, as well as Francis, who was half-kneeling in a pool of blood not far away.

"Alright."

Mr. Duan slightly straightened the collar of his crisp suit, and his tone resumed its chilling elegance and composure.

"I admit that the two of you joining forces, coupled with the interference of the will of heaven, did indeed waste some of my precious time."

"As remnants of the old era, you can be proud of yourselves for making it this far."

He took a pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

"Next, I need to speed up the process."

"My lovely subordinates should have already brought back quite a few delicious treats for me."

Mr. Duan put away the pocket watch, his gaze turning cold and greedy.

"You two should also play your final remaining roles."

"Duan!"

Francis raised his head, his turbid eyes bloodshot.

Staring at Mr. Duan, he roared through gritted teeth, "Had I known… had I known it would come to today!"

"Back when you were heavily injured by the Heavenly Dao and at your weakest… I should have killed you myself at all costs!"

"How I hate this!"

"I shouldn't have kept a scourge like you around!"

Francis's roar was filled with endless regret.

When Mr. Duan had first revived and his Origin was unstable, if the Holy City had sent out its entire force, it might not have been impossible to strangle him in his cradle.

It was a pity that he had miscalculated Mr. Duan's growth rate and even more so Mr. Duan's ambition!

Facing Francis's regret, Mr. Duan merely chuckled softly.

That laughter was filled with mockery.

"In this world, the most useless emotion is regret."

Mr. Duan looked down at him condescendingly, "It's too late to regret; you no longer have the chance."

"Be on your way."

The moment his voice fell,

Mr. Duan suddenly opened his arms!

"Boom——!"

An ultimate, all-devouring black High-Dimensional Law instantly surged wildly out of his body!

That Law, like two abyssal beasts with wide-open bloody mouths, viciously lunged toward Chaidamen and Francis respectively!

"No!!!"

Chaidamen let out a scream that was wretched to the extreme.

His massive body, hundreds of meters tall and composed of undying magma, began to tremble violently the moment it came into contact with the black Law.

Immediately after—

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of shattering rang out.

Chaidamen's body disintegrated inch by inch as if it had been thrown into a meat grinder.

Those disintegrating flesh and blood did not dissipate, but instead transformed into wisps of extremely thick, dark-golden Fire-type Origin power.

That was the divine Bloodline he had accumulated for countless years!

"Duan! You will die a horrible death!!!"

Chaidamen's Soul struggled frantically within the black vortex, issuing its final curse.

But it was to no avail.

That dark-golden Origin power continuously poured into Mr. Duan's body along the black Law chains.

Meanwhile, on the other side,

"Ahhhhh——!"

Francis's screams likewise resounded through the clouds.

His aged Physical Body shriveled up directly under the pull of the black Law.

Wisps of extremely pure sacred Origin, mixed with the vitality exchanged by burning his Soul, were forcibly extracted from his body!

Sacred white light and dark-golden firelight intertwined in mid-air, eventually converging entirely upon Mr. Duan's chest.

Mr. Duan closed his eyes.

An indescribable expression of enjoyment and intoxication surfaced on his face.

"That's right…"

"This is the taste…"

"The purest Origin of the old era… simply wonderful…"

The suction force grew stronger and stronger.

Howling fierce winds and a black Law storm shrouded the entire wasteland.

In a short span of no more than ten seconds,

"Bang."

As the last bit of Origin was drained away, Chaidamen's massive head completely turned into a pile of ashes on the ground.

As for Francis, he also turned into a lifeless mummified corpse, collapsing heavily onto the cold glazed earth.

The two peerless powerhouses who once stood at the Peak of world power and might were thus completely eradicated, leaving not even bones behind!

"Hoo—"

Mr. Duan slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The very instant he opened his eyes,

"Rumble!!!"

A peerless aura ten times more terrifying than before erupted from his body!

This aura soared straight into the clouds, actually piercing a huge black hole into the space above!

Rampant High-Dimensional power circulated around him.

The surrounding space began to develop dense black cracks because it could not bear his vessel, which had been elevated to a brand-new Realm!

"Very good."

Mr. Duan clenched his fists, felt the power within his body, and smiled.

"We are one step closer to that final step."

He turned his head and glanced toward the east.

"Zhou Huai…"

"Your trump cards can't stay hidden much longer, can they?"

"Soon, I will come looking for you and personally take back what belongs to me."

Before his voice faded,

Mr. Duan's figure had already mysteriously vanished from the spot with a gentle breeze, as if he had never appeared at all.

Leaving only this devastated scorched earth to tell of the world-destroying divine battle that had just taken place.

Meanwhile,

Thousands of miles away, in the Free Federation.

The Holy City, this towering capital known as the birthplace of the light faith and gathering countless believers across the globe, was currently shrouded in an eerie oppression.

On the huge white jade plaza in the center of the Holy City,

Stood a massive statue hundreds of meters tall.

That was the statue of the First Holy Lord, the spiritual totem of the entire Holy City and even all light believers in the Free Federation!

For countless years, it had stood tall and unfallen, radiating a gentle and sacred light to protect this city.

However,

Just now,

"Crack—"

A crisp and extremely abrupt shattering sound suddenly rang out across the silent plaza.

Several members of the clergy who were devoutly praying on the plaza subconsciously raised their heads.

This look, however, made their eyes widen as they covered their mouths in terror.

They saw that on the chest of the hundreds-of-meters-tall Holy Lord statue, an eye-catching crack had somehow appeared.

That crack, like a spiderweb, spread wildly in all directions across the statue at an extremely terrifying speed!

"This… How is this possible?!"

"The Holy Lord statue… has cracked?!"