"Humph …"
Endless pressure filled the underground of the Dimensional Esophagus. Everywhere that was enveloped by the Origin of Darkness was filled with an indescribable pressure. Crack, crack, crack. The skeletons were being crushed into fine powder by the pressure of the Origin of Darkness. There were even some skeletons that were too sturdy that gradually separated from the Bone Continent due to the chaotic laws and floated towards the darkness in the sky.
The colorful mountain of Bottle Gourd Brothers was so dim that it almost had no luster. Only the purple gourd was struggling, but the Origin of Darkness that it absorbed was so insignificant compared to the huge body of the Divine Ancestor of Darkness. Even Little Eight was suppressed to the ground, struggling bitterly. There was nothing she could do except to escape into the dimensional gap.
Boom!
A dark pillar of light descended from the sky without any warning. The dark pressure it exuded was truly astonishing!
The colorful mountain of Bottle Gourd Brothers disappeared after being submerged and returned to the imaginary world in the dimensional gap. The purple gourd also gradually faded away because it lost the coordinate of Bottle Gourd Brothers.
Boom!
Then another beam of dark light came, targeting Little Eight. But this time, the beam of dark light was hit by a milky white light and refracted.
The one who came to Little Eight's rescue was Grimm, who was holding the Staff of Truth Balance.
"Come back!"
With telepathy, Little Myna, who had been summoned by Grimm, appeared on Grimm's shoulder in a flash. Little Myna, who was in the form of a child's drawing, did not seem to notice its own image at the moment. It shouted, "That Dark Door that runs through the Dimensional Esophagus is its end. Relying on the willpower of the tens of thousands of sub-worlds of the Dark World, even if it's you, Beast Grimm, with the support of the Sorcerers World and the perpetual motion machine, you will still be exhausted to death."
Little Eight patted her chest and took two breaths. Then she continued, "If you can't do it, you can sacrifice yourself again and summon the will of a mysterious force from the higher dimension!"
Little Eight also knew that as a level-nine creature that stayed in the Endless World, Grimm had mastered some abilities that were far beyond the limits of the Endless World's laws, almost to the point of subverting the laws of balance!
That was to summon the will of the creatures from the higher dimensions that had the strongest influence on the dimensions of the Endless World.
With such abilities, even the Black Mage King could only allow himself to be captured and become a chess piece in the hands of the First Generation Mage King, Grimm.
"Hmph, they look powerful, but they're just the infinitely strengthened version of the exiles from the Dimensional Esophagus Path. They can't escape the fate of being controlled. Although the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Sorcerer Legion of the material energy world is not as terrifying as the Dimensional Legion, it is not something that can be resisted by a legion that is casually assembled. Its will carrier is constantly weakening. The Ancient Phaseless Demon's consciousness invasion technology is contaminating its will carrier. If necessary, I don't mind invading and impregnating it, hehehehe! "
Grimm's laughter was cold and sinister. His tri-colored eyes were emotionless and calm.
Consciousness invading and impregnating was the spread of the world's laws, forcefully invading one's own world's laws into the core of another world, thus giving birth to a new sub-world.
The Ancient Sorcerers had always regarded the forced impregnation of the Sorcerers World as a great shame and swore to take revenge on the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion. Now, as the First Generation Mage King, Grimm was leading the new generation of Sorcerers, and he was planning to use this kind of technology to deal with his enemies?
Then, Grimm's deep eyes, full of wisdom, looked at Andu Seymour. His three eyes blinked as he looked at the old Sorcerer who was now thinner and taller than himself. Grimm said in a low voice, "Go, your master is here. The dimensional gap phenomenon is only temporarily blocked. Little Eight is still here. As long as we control the spread of the laws of the Door of Darkness in the Dimensional Esophagus, the Dark World, the source of power of the No Beginning Divine Ancestor, will not be able to resist the Demon-Hunting Expeditionary Legion. Time and fate are on our side. "
Similarly, Andu Seymour was not affected by the No Beginning Divine Ancestor's Dark Royal Power!
The chaotic dimensional force rippled. That was the moment before the destruction of the material and energy worlds. After condensing, contracting, and collapsing the dregs that had experienced a long time, it would release a shocking shockwave that could penetrate the material and energy worlds as well as the illusory worlds, destroying itself and spreading new hope to new Void Creatures.
And it was precisely Andu Seymour, who controlled such laws of destruction, who was not only unafraid of the No Beginning Divine Ancestor's space-time power of the Door of Darkness, but also unafraid of the mysterious power of the Origin of Darkness!
The No Beginning Divine Ancestor also noticed the Sorcerer beside Grimm who controlled an extraordinary law of arcane.
Boom!
Suddenly, another beam of light descended from the sky and fell on Andu Seymour's head. Everything happened too quickly. Even without taking into account the mysterious power contained in it, the degree of attack of the material and energy worlds alone had probably exceeded eighteen million degrees!
Buzz …
The milky white halo was like a giant sword that pierced into the sky.
The sudden dark beam of light was accompanied by a wave of the Magic Staff of Truth Balance in Grimm's hand. The dimensional ball at the tip of the staff flickered with light. With a buzz, an incredibly vast energy fluctuation spread out, and the dark beam of light was casually flung away by the Magic Staff of Truth Balance.
"Teacher, I'm going!"
With a shout, Andu Seymour soared into the sky.
It was a chaotic domain of uncertainty, like the last shockwave before the destruction of the world. Anything could happen. At this moment, as Andu Seymour continued to rise, he shouted, "Teacher, let me borrow the power of your Human Ancestor's True Form! Level 7 Wild Instinct, Human Ancestor's True Form, activate! "
Buzz!
To the astonishment of Grimm, Millie, and Little Eight, Andu Seymour's body actually activated the Level 7 Wild Instinct, Human Ancestor's True Form. His towering physique was like the physique of a mountain. The power of destruction in the hands of the Human Ancestor's True Form buzzed, and a temple materialized as a weapon.
This is?
Grimm sensed something. Could it be that he was replicating the history he had experienced before the destruction of the Terra Vein World?
Although he didn't know what specific restrictions and burdens this ability had, just looking at this attribute was enough for Grimm to think of countless possibilities. Such a powerful rule was probably not inferior to his own Annihilation rule.
With a boom, earth-shattering shockwaves spread out. On the ground, Grimm protected Millie, who was leaning against him. He raised his head, and the tri-colored eyes on his grayish-white face flashed as he looked up at the two who were fighting fiercely in the shockwaves.
"Hehe, as expected of my proudest disciple. Time will eventually temper the most outstanding genius. It seems that if you can go one step further, you can indeed become one of the best candidates to fight for the title of the Second Generation King of Sorcerers in the future!"
As he said this, without warning, Grimm sent an arc of Annihilation to support him. The Saint Ancestor of Darkness' angry roar could be faintly heard.
On the ground, Grimm accurately judged that he could deal with the Saint Ancestor of Darkness head-on. That was because Grimm, as the controller, had a clearer understanding of the situation on the battlefield and had absolute confidence in himself to support Anto Seymour. However, as the person fighting the Saint Ancestor of Darkness, Anto Seymour was in a different situation.
Like a juggler walking on a tightrope, he looked steady but could fall into the abyss at any time.
* Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble … *
Sometimes it was fierce, sometimes it was long. Anto Seymour felt like he was wrapped in endless pressure, as if he was fighting inside the Saint Ancestor of Darkness' body. He could not see any hope of victory.
Time passed by slowly. Under Grimm's constant support, Anto Seymour's 37,429,603 heartbeats had passed. The Great Ancestor of No Beginning could no longer endure such a meaningless battle.
That's right, time and fate were on the side of the Sorcerers. As the mastermind behind the scenes, Grimm was controlling everything!
"Source of Darkness, Source of Darkness!"
* Sizzle! * Although he could not sense anything, Anto Seymour's consciousness could sense that one of his lifelines was being controlled by the Saint Ancestor of Darkness in the form of a silk thread.
This was an unknown attack that he could not understand.
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