Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum …
The Destiny Lever in the World Tree's hand intercepted the one-armed sage ancestor's attacks again and again, using the Destiny Lever Magic Staff and its shocking physique to neutralize the opponent's power. It was like a sparring partner, allowing this Demon Race ancestor who had never looked back to unleash his power to his heart's content.
However, the World Tree had keenly sensed some changes in this Demon Race ancestor over and over again.
"You seem to have become stronger than before."
Of course, the "stronger" that the World Tree referred to was just a symbolic meaning. The difference was only a few thousand degrees or tens of thousands of degrees, and it would not change the situation between the two of them.
"Evil Evil Evil Evil, you've noticed?"
The one-armed sage ancestor, who had never stopped punching, finally stopped. At the same time, the continuous fighting for a few days also allowed this Demon Race ancestor to catch his breath slightly.
At the same time, without looking at the level of life and cell energy, this one-armed sage ancestor's naked hundred-meter-long true form was like a starving ghost, panting heavily. He was so thin that the ribs below could even be seen.
The World Tree's granny made a confused expression, not understanding why.
"Huff, huff." He kept panting, but this was not fatigue but hunger. The one-armed sage ancestor laughed evilly as he panted and looked at his one-armed fist.
"Ever since I stepped into the supreme level and became a ancestor, it has been too long since I fought without fear like this. Evil Evil Evil Evil Evil Evil! You guessed correctly. My fists are the creation of the pinnacle realm. As long as I can fight with my full strength, even though every punch has a different form and fluctuates greatly, it will definitely surpass its former potential. It will continue to grow forever without end!
The World Tree's granny nodded, not really understanding, but said, "But in my opinion, you will starve to death before you break the dimension. Your cells are too big, and they are devouring each other."
However, the one-armed saint physique primogenitor didn't seem to care and said tyrannically, "The cells will eventually submit to the consciousness, just like how your life spirits will ultimately submit to you. However, aren't the cells in your body also devouring each other?"
The granny of the World Tree did not seem to want to argue with this Abyssal Ancestor anymore. As the ruler of the Alliance, she naturally knew about the news of the Eternal Sky City activating 100% combat power. She calmly said, "You should change your opponent. The Wizards are worried about you. If you continue like this, as long as you haven't left or died, the Wizards have not truly won this war."
"You mean the Eternal Sky City, right? Those little guys have already told me about the Eternal Sky City. I'd like to see how powerful the thing that the Wizards regard as their final trump card is, and whether it can make my fist retreat. "
Amidst the tyrannical and evil laughter, the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor looked in the direction of the core of the battlefield and said in a low voice, "Although I can't see it, I can faintly feel a powerful aura that makes me tremble in excitement."
Hmm?!
As the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor spoke, he had a much sharper insight than the average demon ancestor, and the range of his insight was also much larger. As the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor had always been within the range of the Destiny Lever Magic Staff's Spacetime Binding, the spacetime pressure was extremely stable, and there were almost no fluctuations. Therefore, the ever-increasing spacetime pressure around him was clearly sensed by him.
Then, he also sensed the giant metal hand of the Eternal Sky City that was still far away in the Void.
"What is that?"
The pressure of time and space, which was fatal to the low-level demons, was almost undetectable to the ancestor of the one-armed holy physique. What he cared about was how the wizards controlled the metal continent of such a size, and how they developed such a strange way of fighting.
"Phumerosius, I'll leave this place to you. I'll go clean up the battlefield outside and try to end the war here as soon as possible."
As she spoke, the old lady of the World Tree actually withdrew the Destiny Lever Magic Staff's Spacetime Binding on the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor, and it seemed that she no longer liked the face of this kind old lady. As her face and figure slowly changed, she gradually turned into the appearance of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. She had a tall figure, a ponytail, and a beauty mole at the corner of her mouth. She looked like a beautiful girl who had yet to fully grow up, and it made one's imagination run wild.
With a pure and charming chuckle, the World Tree holding the Destiny Lever Magic Staff gradually disappeared in the vast and majestic seven-colored spacetime radiance.
On the other side, the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor faced the metal true body of the Eternal Sky City. The palm that was slowly slapping down could clearly escape the range of the metal continent in his eyes, but at this moment, it appeared to be fearless. In the midst of the "evil evil" tyrannical laughter, its skinny, bony fist collided head-on with the palm.
On one side was a tiny black dot that was only a hundred meters wide, insignificant. On the other side was a boundless metal continent, and even this metal continent was only the tip of the iceberg of its true body.
Both of them had the reason and confidence to retreat, and they faced each other head-on.
Hum …
The vast spacetime ripples between the grinning tiny figure and the metal continent spread out with an earth-shattering hum.
Feeling a tingling sensation in the center of his palm, Phumerosius's huge metal head in the void frowned slightly. The incredible impact in the center of his palm made him feel as if he had not hit a tiny dot, but a nail. He was even slightly shaken by the astonishing impact.
On the other side, with the one-armed sage ancestor as the center, the surface of the metal continent that had been punched by the one-armed sage ancestor's fist was distorting in a large area. The one-armed sage ancestor's expression had also changed from brutality and confidence at the start to stiffness and shock. In the end, it turned into struggle and unwillingness as he was sent flying with a whoosh.
"Ah …"
In the process of sliding through the void, the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor constantly used his own strength to unload the impact from the Eternal Sky City. Due to the excessive struggle of the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor, the burden on the cells of his body was too great, and the pores on the surface of his skin were clogged with blood. It was not until he had flown hundreds of thousands of meters away that he stopped panting, that every cell in his body had been pushed to the limit.
On the other side, Phumerosius looked at the groove in the center of his palm. It was about the size of a peanut, and it was imprinted in the center of his palm.
The pain made Phumerosius instinctively angry. After seeing the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor stop, the metal eyes in the depths of the void took a deep breath, and the other metal palm made a posture of accumulating power. Before the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor could react, with a bang, the One-Armed Saint Physique Ancestor had completely disappeared in front of his eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Dozens of sub-cannons ranging from 3 million degrees to 15 million degrees chased after the little black shadow.
Phumerosius looked at the wound on his palm again. Although the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers in his body were doing their best to repair it, the peanut-sized wound was almost equivalent to hundreds of mountains to the Demon-Hunter Sorcerers. It was very difficult to completely repair it in a short period of time.
Thus, Phumerosius called for the Second Generation Sorcerer King in the special channel of the Skynet.
"Master, come back. Use your metal fire seed to completely crush or drive this Demon Race Ancestor out of the battlefield, and end this war as soon as possible. The 100% combat mode of the Eternal Sky City consumes too much energy. Standing at this height, I can already feel what the First Generation Sorcerer King, the Black Mage King, and the previous Six Rings Celestial Sorcerer feared. "
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