Chapter 406: Chapter 346: Ultimate Sublimation
"Fine. With your strength, you are qualified to know my name.
"I am Xi Zhongsi, one of the four archangels under the great White King. I have come here under the Oracle of my lord, the White King, to eliminate you, a remnant of the Snake of Destruction."
Xi Zhongsi’s expression was cold.
Despite speaking different languages, the fluctuations of their souls ensured there was no communication barrier between them.
Hearing this, Hu Qi’s gaze flickered.
’It seems there’s no misunderstanding.’
Although he had no idea what this White King was, the other party had clearly come for him.
At the same time, he understood the reason why.
Unlike Hu Qi, who could use Crimson to modify his panel, a normal Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent Bloodline had only one way to increase its strength: use its Spirit Devouring Talent to devour everything around it.
It would transform everything into nutrients to fuel its own growth.
Therefore, the Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent was also given the title of the Snake of Destruction.
In the Sea of Sumeru, they were synonymous with destruction.
They were reviled and detested by countless creatures and worlds.
However, because their strength far surpassed others of the same level, and because they possessed the three powerful Talents of Spirit Devouring, Twisted Light, and the Primordial Eye, they were a perfect combination of growth, defense, Disguise, and attack all in one.
When facing one at the same level, whether it was a creature from the Spirit Realm or an expert from another world, they would almost always end up buried in its serpentine maw.
They simply couldn’t win.
This was one of the reasons the Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent was known as an Overlord Level creature in the Spirit Realm.
However, even a race as powerful as the Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent was now completely extinct.
There wasn’t much information about this in the Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent’s inherited memories, so naturally, Hu Qi didn’t know the reason why.
But now, combining that with what the person before him had said, it wasn’t difficult to deduce the reason for the Three-Eyed Primordial Serpent’s demise.
It was likely related to the White King this person spoke of.
With the speed of Hu Qi’s thoughts, these ideas flashed through his mind in an instant, taking no time at all.
At that moment, Xi Zhongsi’s words had only just fallen.
At the same time, he raised his hand, and with a flash of white light, a long spear appeared in his grasp.
The long spear was as white as jade, with unknown characters flowing across its surface.
And at the tip of the spear was a smear of blood.
The bloodstain was so fresh it seemed to still be flowing.
The moment it appeared, an incredibly sharp aura spread out, feeling as if it could tear everything apart.
"You are honored. In the name of my lord, I shall use the Spear of Judgment to grant you eternal death!"
He whispered with a pious expression, his palm gently stroking the unknown characters on the long spear.
One by one, the characters began to light up.
When the last character flared, the wings on his back trembled, and his figure vanished from sight.
Faced with this situation, Hu Qi’s expression darkened.
A chill spread across his face.
’Grant me death? I think you’re the one who wants to die!’
The Red Mirror Saber appeared in his hand.
He raised his hand and slashed violently to his side.
At the same time, a piercing white light flared up beside him. It was Xi Zhongsi, who had appeared there at some unknown moment, thrusting the Spear of Judgment at Hu Qi.
BANG!
The blade light and the long spear collided.
The two figures paused for a moment before clashing once again.
A blinding crimson blade light swept out like a bolt of blood-red silk, enveloping Xi Zhongsi.
Facing this, Xi Zhongsi thrust his long spear forward, and points of sharp white light flashed, tearing through space.
They struck the bolt of blood-red silk.
The impact sent out constant tremors, with ripples spreading in every direction.
Nearby, green Lights of the Soul were caught in the force of their exchange and annihilated into nothingness.
And off to the side, the colorful bubble world, whose World Level was only Spirit Level, was not destroyed like the green points of light, but it was still affected by the shockwaves.
And inside it, within that world shaped like a horizontal hourglass, it was as if a terrifying Level Nine earthquake had occurred.
The earth was like a sand tray being carelessly tossed about by a giant, invisible hand, all its colors mixing together.
Across the vast land, towns and villages were instantly thrown into chaos.
Skyscrapers crumbled like fragile building blocks amidst the violent shaking, and the rising dust enveloped everything like a dark cloud.
Roads twisted and warped like giant pythons writhing in agony. Crisscrossing fissures spread wantonly across the surface, like gaping wounds on the parched earth, relentlessly swallowing everything in their path.
Mountainsides erupted like ignited powder kegs, triggering massive, successive landslides.
Boulders wrapped in soil tumbled down, sweeping away all vegetation in their path as if a green carpet were being violently torn to shreds.
The calm sea instantly roiled, forming hundred-meter-high walls of water that crashed toward the land with the force of a thousand thunderbolts.
Wherever they passed, coastal buildings were instantly washed away like anthills.
Hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, thunderstorms...
It was as if the end of the world had come.
Giant holes and rifts appeared in the dim canopy of the sky.
The entire world was shaking.
Streams of silver Mechas shot up from the ground, spewing pale blue exhaust from their thrusters.
They hovered in mid-air, their eyes practically splitting with rage as they watched the scene unfold.
Whether they were human or Demon, all were plunged into terror and despair.
Caught in this terrifying cataclysm, they died in droves.
And it didn’t matter if they were the strongest of the humans or the leaders of the Demons.
They were powerless in the face of this scene, able only to watch in despair.
They had no idea what was happening.
This was the sorrow of the weak.
