Chapter 837: Devoured

Hum—!

The giant hand extending from the half-length behemoth, condensed from black Laws and deformed flesh, moved at an extremely fast speed. Its attack animation bypassed the underlying logic of the System and ignored Zhou Huai's Void Omniscience early-warning mechanism.

Zhou Huai's eyes narrowed as he instantly activated Victor's Law of Space, pulling back and retreating explosively.

Just as he mobilized his mana value, the deep-sea water pressure around him skyrocketed tens of millions of times.

The seawater was infused with viscous lead water, becoming heavy to the extreme. Even the surrounding spatial barriers were frozen by this tyrannical force.

Bang!

The giant hand pierced through the deep-sea undercurrents and grabbed Zhou Huai's hundred-meter-tall dark gold demon god body.

A high-dimensional force poured down upon Zhou Huai, forcibly nailing his body into a dead end at the bottom of the System. The muscles and bones throughout his body suffered intense pressure, making it impossible for him to move even a single finger.

The abyssal blood battle armor let out a piercing wail, and fine cracks split across the dark golden dragon scales, its durability plummeting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Huai did not panic, decisively activating Xiang Yu's passive skill, Myriad Laws Reverse Scale.

The dark golden light counterattacked, attempting to forcibly rebound this binding force back with five times the damage effect.

However, the black Laws on the giant hand forcefully devoured and annihilated the rebounded physical and magical damage, not even stirring up a ripple.

From deep within the behemoth's throat came Mr. Duan's condescending voice.

"Zhou Huai, don't waste your effort. Before true transcendent Laws, those skill mechanisms of yours are nothing more than laughable numerical code."

"Since you like this deep sea so much, you might as well stay properly inside its belly. The Laws there are a cage I specially prepared for you!" Mr. Duan's voice carried cruelty and the complacency of holding absolute power. "Soon, I will come over personally to deal with you and drain your Origin bit by bit!"

Before his voice fell, the giant hand exerted force.

The giant hand dragged Zhou Huai forcibly toward that bloody, gaping maw.

The seawater along the way was brutally pushed aside by the violent force, forming an undersea vacuum belt.

Facing the unavoidable giant mouth, there was no fear in Zhou Huai's dark golden eyes.

He calmly analyzed the situation—Mr. Duan did not deliver a fatal blow directly, but instead chose to bind and devour him. This showed that Mr. Duan's true body in Simon City was being restrained by Chun's Origin Virus, making him unable to spare a hand to instantly kill him!

Since he could not be killed in one strike, there was still room for a comeback!

"Old dog, want to eat me? Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

Zhou Huai sneered. He no longer made meaningless struggles, instead withdrawing his externalized mana value.

The abyssal blood dragon spear in his hand was tightly gripped, and the abyssal nether chain contracted, spiraling around him into an airtight dark golden defensive net to protect his most vital heart meridians and head.

Darkness descended.

The behemoth's massive mouth closed, and its sharp teeth completely isolated all light, current, and vitality.

Zhou Huai, along with that black giant hand, was thoroughly sucked into the sea beast's mouth, plunging into the dark abyss.

Meanwhile, on the sea surface ten thousand miles away.

Fierce winds howled, and the sky was gloomy.

Black giant waves lashed against the azure flat-bottomed boat floating on the sea surface.

High above the firmament, because the aura of the Sea God's previous awakening leaked, the Heavenly Dao System was provoked.

Purple lightning filled the sky, rolling and brewing within the clouds, occasionally striking down several divine retributions, only to be blocked by the black Death Qi rising from the sea surface.

The flat boat swayed violently in the wind and waves. Under the dual erosion of water pressure and Death Qi, the energy protective shield flickered unsteadily, emitting a crackling sound of unbearable strain.

Elder Mo stood at the bow of the boat with his hands behind his back, his withered body letting the fierce wind whip his grey-white hair, his gaze locked onto the black ocean below.

Behind him, that group of old-era powerhouses who had once been unrivaled in the Kaslandis Ruins all wore faces of worry and tension.

The Rugged Man gripped the harpoon in his hand tightly, pacing back and forth on the deck. His massive body stepped on the wooden deck, making creaking noises as he felt extremely irritable.

"Elder Mo, the commotion down below… has stopped." The Cold Youth walked to Elder Mo's side, staring at the motionless seawater. "Can that young man from the present era really handle the Sea God controlled by Mr. Duan?"

"That's right." The older of the twins couldn't help speaking up, his tone carrying worry. "The fluctuation just now was too terrifying; that was a direct collision of transcendent Laws. He has completed the Fusion of so many bizarre class powers, but after all, he is facing the high-dimensional wills of the Sea God and Mr. Duan. This chance of winning…"

"Shut up. You are not allowed to say such discouraging words."

Elder Mo did not turn back, his voice leaking a sense of firmness that was exceptionally clear amidst the howling wind.

"We can only trust him now," Elder Mo said. "The foundation on that young man far exceeds your calculation panels. Since he dared to charge down alone, he has his own confidence."

"However, that monster was nurtured by Mr. Duan using eight Divine Artifacts…" The Seductive Woman bit her red lips.

"There are no howevers!" Elder Mo interrupted her in a deep voice, his shriveled fingers tightening around the edge of the console. "This old man has already handed the abyssal nether chain to him. That is my lifelong painstaking effort, the top craftsmanship of The Seventh World, and the ultimate weapon forged specifically to suppress the Sea God's Origin! With the abyssal nether chain in hand, he can turn misfortune into good fortune!"

Hearing the four words "abyssal nether chain", everyone settled down a bit.

They understood the power of that chain; it was not just a piece of equipment, but also the last remaining Luck of The Seventh World.

"As long as he can resolve the Sea God and prevent Mr. Duan from devouring that Origin, the missions of us phantoms from the old era will completely come to an end." Elder Mo let out a long sigh, his tone carrying relief.

Everyone fell silent.

Indeed, having survived until the present era, their only obsession was to take revenge on Mr. Duan.

If Zhou Huai could pull it off, they would be completely willing even if their bodies and souls were utterly destroyed.

However, amidst this brief expectation and peace,

Elder Mo, who had kept his eyes closed and tried to perceive the deep-sea battle situation through a weak mental link, trembled all over.

He abruptly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes covered in bloodshot veins, flashing with shock and panic.

"Disappeared…" Elder Mo muttered to himself, his voice carrying trembling.

"What disappeared?" The Rugged Man, possessing sharp hearing, stepped forward and asked eagerly with a full face of urgency.

Elder Mo turned his head. His already aged face was devoid of all color, and his expression dimmed to the extreme.

"My sensory connection to the abyssal nether chain… has vanished."

This sentence slammed heavily into everyone's hearts.

"What?!"