Chapter 1198: Chapter 821: Facing the Abyss Evil God
The brief atmosphere of rest within the fortress shattered abruptly, as if hit by an invisible heavy hammer.
An indescribable pressure, like a viscous substance, diffusely spread unwarranted from the distant horizon, instantly filling the entire Blood Pit Fortress.
Like an overwhelming giant wave crashing down, giving no one time to react.
The originally relaxed atmosphere after the battle dissipated in an instant.
The air turned oppressively heavy, every breath felt like inhaling scorching lead.
This is a suppression of life forms.
The joy of previous victory and fatigued relaxation, before this suppression, were like fragile bubbles crushed.
This was not a pure physical oppression but a pressing feeling that emanated from the source level of life itself.
Like ants looking up at a mountain, streams facing a tsunami, a profound sense of absolute powerlessness in cognition.
Raelia, Grey Fang, Annabelle, Karen, and Abis almost simultaneously straightened their bodies, their movements stiff as ice.
Having faced the "Evil Rat," a false god, or an evil god not fully deified, they were too familiar with this level of suppression.
This was the majesty of a god or at least an abyssal entity possessing divine authority.
"Abyss Evil God!" Raelia’s voice squeezed out between clenched teeth, ice-cold and chilling.
This was evident hostility.
Such deterrence is not normally necessary; only with obvious enmity would such an aura be used for intimidation.
The giant sword in her hand instinctively pointed in the direction the pressure came from, the soul fire ignited uncontrollably around her, forming a thin energy shield, yet it seemed so small and struggling before the great divine majesty.
Even though Raelia was already an outstanding legend, she still hadn’t reached Level Fifteen, and hadn’t even seen the appearance of the Divine Gate.
Regarding the suppression power of the Divine Level, she was indeed helpless.
Grey Fang’s face turned pale, the Winged Dragon beside him let out uneasy low murmurs, tightening its wings. "Damn... This level of ’stench’ is definitely not the same as the last big rat’s flavor."
He gritted his teeth, forcefully resisting the pressure to kneel instinctively.
He had just recently ascended to Legend, and this was already the limit.
Annabelle’s breathing became extremely weak, her form seemed to become an even darker shadow, but the taut line of her shoulders betrayed her tension.
Karen emitted a beast-like low growl from her throat, her Bear-man form even uncontrollably expanded slightly.
Abis quickly condensed a wisp of unstable dark purple profane power at her fingertips, her expression solemn: "Abyss Evil God... Is our existence really that glaring?"
Most of the Night Watcher Warriors in the fortress only felt a stifling pressure heavy enough to suffocate, hearts racing, limbs icy cold, like deep sea divers facing insurmountable water pressure.
They instinctively felt a tremendous threat, yet unlike top legends, they couldn’t clearly perceive the divinity within.
However, the Avengers who had fought incessantly in the abyssal blood battles reacted completely differently.
"Evil God! It’s the will of the Abyss Evil God that’s descended!"
"Cerberus! It’s Cerberus’s aura! Damn! Why has he come?!"
"It’s over! The abyss is determined to wipe this place out! Even the gods have been dispatched!"
"Indeed... To establish a foothold in such a place, ultimately we still have to rely on the true gods for battle..."
Terror, despair, but more profoundly, a tragic realization of "Finally, it’s here."
The Avengers are far more familiar with the aura of the Abyss Evil God than the Night Watchers.
From the twisted sulfur winds and low spatial tremors, they quickly locked onto the source of this terrifying pressure.
The blood battle battlefield of Abyss Layer 1121, one of the abyssal evil gods that had been rotated several times, the root of the Hellhound, the three-headed guardian — Cerberus.
Accompanied by desperate cries and recognition, the distant horizon was devoured by a squirming, viscous dark red light.
This was not light from explosions or fires, but the abyssal essence glow leaking after space was corroded by profane power.
Within this twisted halo, a massive figure so large it distorted the field of vision slowly emerged.
The first thing that came into view were three hideously fierce hound heads as large as small hills.
It was a divine form.
The direct manifestation of a divine form.
Undoubtedly, the opponent came with intentions of war.
The left head was covered by rough obsidian armor formed from cooled lava, its red eyes like the core of a hellish furnace, full of frenzy, anger, and a desire to destroy everything.
It roared, its fangs staggered like broken peaks, lava rolling thickly from deep in its throat.
This was the head representing violent lava.
The right head appeared sickly pale green, covered with streaming pus and squirming tendrils.
Its icy serpent eyes shimmered with the glint of cunning, insidiousness, and deadly poison.
Dripping pus hit the ground, instantly corroding large pits, sizzling.
This was the head representing treacherous poison.
The middle head was the darkest, akin to eternal night, covered by a heavy bone metallic layer, three evil eyes burning with pale soul fire forming a triangle.
Its gaze carried coldness, cruelty, and endless greed for souls, with a touch of ancient and arrogant will seemingly above the other two heads.
This was the head representing arrogance, with demons devouring souls at its essence: the soul head.
The fury of the hound, corrosive poison fangs, demonic soul-devouring.
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