Little Eight was like an ant on a hot pan. She was frantic.
"Damn it, the ruler. This is a metal destroyer with the power of a ruler! The space-time of the entire Nether Fire World has been locked. We have completely become crickets in this box. There is no way to escape. This small world can't resist the forceful arrival of the ruler. It's over, it's over. We're dead this time! "
Under the Mask of Truth, Grimm's tri-colored eyes flickered. After a while, he suddenly said in a low voice, "There's another way."
"Hmm!?"
Little Eight looked at Grimm, her two little wings flapping impatiently.
"What's the solution? Tell me quickly. This is not the time to keep me in suspense. I don't want Ye Ye to become a widow. Ah ah ah ah ah …"
Grimm looked to the south.
"Sneak through that natural space-time rift!"
"Pfft, what kind of lousy solution is this? You don't understand the power of the ruler at all. It …"
Halfway through her sentence, Little Eight stopped and muttered, "Ga!? If the ruler completely descends into the Nether Fire World, there might be a chance. After all, if you open your self-seal and activate the Robe of Representations, it is almost impossible for low-level creatures to discover you. In that case, you plan to … "
"Wait for me near the world rift. If the ruler is not determined to descend into this world personally and instead commands the army to invade, we will resist to the end and create an opportunity for it to descend into the world."
With that, Little Eight on the back of the Infernal Spirit Myriads Head Bird flew to the south in a flash. Grimm continued to rush to the Northern Continent at full speed.
Under the terrifying pressure that made one tremble and despair spread to every corner of the world, the spirits of the Nether Fire that filled the sky were either flying chaotically, hiding in a corner and shivering, or not moving at all. Some of them were even affected by the disorder of the rules and began to disperse. They were born from the rules of the world and were most sensitive to the changes in the rules of the Nether Fire World.
The entire world was trembling and crying!
That creature was too powerful. Once it squeezed into this small world, the laws would be irreversibly destroyed and the Cataclysm would descend upon the world unstoppably. The weak newborn Nether Fire Clan that had been purged by the Sorcerer Legion would not be able to survive the Cataclysm. It was very likely that they would go extinct.
Breathe in … breathe in …
Breathe in … breathe in …
Grimm felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He tried his best to adjust the rhythm of his breathing as he stared at the pressure coming from the Eastern Continent. He could not help but feel the prayer and expectation that only weak and ignorant creatures would have.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle …
Kethami's Heart was still beating strongly in his hand. Grimm clenched his teeth, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and looked at the heart in his hand.
Of all times!
Not daring to waste even a second, Grimm took out a portion of the Sand of Time that he had collected on the back of the Infernal Myriad Head Bird. He did his best to dispel the power of despair and the undying will that was attached to it.
The two hundred heads of the Infernal Myriad Head Bird that were burning with raging black flames cried out in unison. It was as if they were fearfully submitting to the terrifying creature that had brought about the Apocalypse from beyond the world.
Under the afterglow of the Apocalypse, the gigantic creature that was several hundred meters tall spread its wings, carrying Grimm towards the core region of the Northern Continent.
Five days later.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom …
Perhaps the attack that the Eastern Continent's Second Ring Holy Tower District 6 had suffered was too strong. At this time, the defensive position that the seven-man team of the Northern Continent's District 22 had built for many years was not invaded by the apocalypse that they had imagined. Other than the numerous Prism Fortresses that were built along the southern mountain range, occasionally flashing and shooting down an intruder robot every once in a while, there were only some small mechanical objects that had squeezed in through the holes in the World Veil in the sky to frequently harass them.
The Infernal Myriad Head Bird shrieked and shrank into a section of Grimm's little finger. Only then did Grimm, who was surrounded by colorful runes, remember that his two trusted Sorcerers, Lu Lianman and Saatchi, had actually been sent to the Sorcerers World by him. Now that the Netherfire World was isolated from time to time, there was no way for them to return to receive orders.
Rubbing his forehead, Grimm contacted the Battle Command.
"Great Tower of Annihilation Stigmata Sorcerer, for the past few days, the army has been under the unified command of the Electric Arc Thundercloud Stigmata Sorcerer. Do you have any special combat instructions?"
On the light screen of the crystal ball, an old Dawn Sages Sorceress asked Grimm.
It had to be said that the power of a Dominator was indeed terrifying!
Now that Grimm wanted to maintain the stability of the internal communication within the crystal ball with the power of a Stigmata Sorcerer, the magic consumed was almost equivalent to constantly activating the Destructive Force. Even Grimm could not maintain the communication for a long time.
"Send out all the blueprints of the Dragonfly Nest."
With that, Grimm closed the crystal ball connection.
In a situation where he could not even protect himself, Grimm could only help these low-level Sorcerers this much. Glancing at the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers who were trying to reactivate the World Teleportation Portal, Grimm ignored them and teleported toward the thousand-meter diameter summoning altar in the distance.
The ability of a Sorcerer was to use energy to pry the rules. Now that the space-time force around the Nether Fire World was sealed by the Metal Destroyer, there was no way to pry the rules. How could he activate the World Teleportation Portal?
Elemental teleportation appeared around the thousand-meter altar. Millions of slave legions surrounded the altar, faintly guarding it. Next to Grimm, a Level-3 Great Sorcerer with a face full of scars turned his head to look at Grimm. After seeing that it was Grimm, he quickly greeted him with the sorcerer's etiquette.
This person was one of the four trusted Sorcerers of the Rainbow Potion Giant Rat. According to Grimm's estimation, his strength should be weaker than Saatchi and stronger than Lu Lianman.
"How's the situation?"
Grimm asked after waving his hand.
On the thousand-meter summoning altar, the giant rat sacrificed a huge amount of energy crystals and some strange things to connect with a will from an unknown world. A mysterious creature wrapped in a giant leaf projected its will. Only a pair of purple eyes and three pairs of long, narrow eyes could be seen from the gap in the leaf. It was pitch black inside.
It was unknown what the World Law of this creature was like. It actually evolved such a powerful sneak projection ability. Even under the blockade of space-time, its will still descended.
Grimm looked at this strange creature with the Light of Truth and murmured in surprise, "Multiple self-seals, how strong is its body?"
"Reporting to the Tower of Annihilation, this is the seventh attempt to communicate and summon. It is said that this is the most powerful World Lord that the great Rainbow Potion Stigmata Sorcerer has befriended in the distant world. If even he is unwilling to violate the majesty of the ruler to help …"
Before the trusted sorcerer could finish his sentence, the hundred-meter-tall strange creature that was wrapped in layers of leaves on the altar suddenly disappeared. The big rat was drained of its magic power and almost fell on the altar. Grimm used Elemental Teleportation to support it.
In such a short period of time, the Stigmata Sorcerer had been continuously communicating and summoning against the power of the Dominator's space-time blockade. Even with the support of many sorcery tools and potions, the Stigmata Sorcerer had become very weak.
"Huff, huff, huff …"
After seeing that it was Grimm, the giant rat steadied himself with his magic staff and tried to smile, "It's okay. At least, we still have this last trump card, cough cough cough cough …"
The blood essence of many Starry Sky Summoners was sprinkled on the altar by the giant rat.
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