Chapter 425 – The Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God Mech

The void surrounding Anders was completely covered by countless overlapping ripples.

The space around him rapidly dissolved, revealing a dark undertone.

It was like flames burning through white paper, with a patch of charred black gradually expanding.

Meanwhile, the Black Tide on the surface of the water region below accumulated to a certain extent, with countless black auras rolling, beneath which a faint blood-red hue surged.

The sky slowly darkened, and an inexplicable aura seeped from every corner of the world.

It was as if some ancient and malevolent presence was growling and roaring.

In response to the expanding black hole above, a dreadful atmosphere like an impending apocalypse brewed a great and unknown terror.

“What does it mean?”

In this collapsing scene, Yuwen Tong frowned at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan remained silent.

He wasn’t sure if Anders could detect their exchange. The means he had to potentially counter Anders were already uncertain, and if Anders had taken preemptive precautions, his chances might not even reach fifty percent.

At that moment,

“Whoosh-“

A strange sound echoed in their ears.

Lu Yuan and Yuwen Tong looked towards the source.

Above their heads, the melting void hole had somehow expanded to a diameter of several hundred meters.

It was as if a black sun with twisted edges had inexplicably risen over the tumultuous water region.

Anders was positioned directly beneath this sun, seemingly merging entirely into that twisted black, barely visible as a vague silhouette.

“Whoosh-“

The sound echoed again.

Invisible ripples spread from the center of the Twisted Great Sun, lightly brushing over Lu Yuan and Yuwen Tong.

They saw a huge bulge rise at the center of the Twisted Great Sun, as something began to inch out from its black backside.

“Pop.”

It was like gently popping a bubble.

A deeper, pitch-black presence slowly emerged from the Twisted Great Sun.

At the moment this pitch-black emerged, a deep sense of agitation inexplicably arose in Lu Yuan’s heart.

Yuwen Tong felt the same way.

Immediately after, they saw beams of dark golden light bursting forth from beneath the black.

As the dark golden light shot out, everything instantly froze.

Vast ripples of dark golden spread throughout the void, as if a domain were unfolding, poised to crush and obliterate everything.

“Hurry, or it will be too late.”

Lu Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked directly into Yuwen Tong’s eyes. “Send me in now, and we’ll still have a chance…”

“Are you serious?”

Yuwen Tong looked at him.

“What other choice is there?”

Lu Yuan smiled.

They looked at each other, their eyes meeting silently, as if time had halted at that moment.

A moment later, Yuwen Tong averted her gaze from Lu Yuan’s eyes and softly replied.

“Okay.”

She slowly raised her hand, and the suspended white light in her hand rapidly grew more intense.

The white light condensed into a crystalline form, layer by layer enveloping the moon-white shards within.

In no time, a more than half-meter long white prism crystal appeared in Yuwen Tong’s hand. Its sharp tip gleamed with a starlit brilliance, lightly trembling and leaving faint ripples in the void.

It resembled a peculiar blade, yet it was as beautiful as an exquisite artwork.

Lu Yuan turned his head to glance in the direction of Anders.

He noticed that the void around the Twisted Great Sun was almost entirely covered by thick dark golden ripples.

And in the center of the sun, the previous blackness revealed its true nature.

It was an incredibly thick finger, devoid of flesh, wrapped in twisted dark golden runes at the fingertip.

The atmosphere around the finger was filled with a massive, destructive aura.

“Hiss-“

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, speaking as he turned back to Yuwen Tong.

“You help me break through the obstacles along the way. As long as I can get right in front of that guy…”

“Hmm.”

Yuwen Tong acknowledged with a hum, and the moon-white prism in her hand lifted into the air, vibrating, and shot fiercely towards the direction of the Twisted Great Sun.

Lu Yuan was about to follow behind the prism.

At that moment, a soft hand gently wrapped around his waist first.

A surge of Strength came, and Lu Yuan was propelled forward, closely following the prism.

“Uh…”

Lu Yuan, momentarily dazed as he was “lifted” into the air by Yuwen Tong, glanced sideways only to see her focused and serene face.

She didn’t look at Lu Yuan, only saying calmly, “I’m going with you.”

For a moment, Lu Yuan felt as if he was back to when Yuwen Tong grasped his hand, leading him deep into the Distant Star Federation on a deadly mission.

The moon-white prism radiated a strange brilliance, piercing through the layers of dark golden ripples pervading the void like a spear through fabric.

The closer they got to the Twisted Great Sun, the more numerous and dense the dark golden ripples became.

The speed of the moon-white prism began to gradually slow.

A wave of indescribable terrifying pressure squeezed in on Lu Yuan and Yuwen Tong from all directions.

Lu Yuan fully unleashed his Strength, doing his utmost to shield Yuwen Tong beneath him.

At that moment, both he and Yuwen Tong felt like two insects trapped in thick amber, desperately struggling to break free.

“Creak-“

Suddenly, Lu Yuan heard the crisp sound of something shattering.

He looked up.

He discovered that the moon-white prism leading the way, under the obstruction and compression of countless dark golden ripples, had developed large, clear cracks on its surface.

Lu Yuan’s eyes flashed, and he boldly acted.

Intense blue flames burst forth, trying to help the moon-white prism bear and dissipate some of the pressure.

But even so, the cracks on the moon-white prism multiplied. Eventually, pieces started to shatter off.

As the moon-white prism continued to shatter and diminish, their speed forward also steadily decreased.

Lu Yuan sensed Yuwen Tong at his side seemed to make a move.

Then, the moon-white prism in front of them suddenly exploded.

The explosive force temporarily broke through a section of the dark golden ripples, propelling the two of them forward with a fierce burst.

When the prism completely shattered, its core fragments were revealed.

These ancient Mech fragments, emanating an unknown, ancient aura, gleamed brilliantly. Under Yuwen Tong’s control, their speed actually increased slightly compared to before.

“Huff-huff-“

Lu Yuan heard increasingly heavy breathing in his ears.

Turning his head, he was alarmed to find Yuwen Tong’s face paler than ever, so much so that even the faint blood vessels under her skin were clearly visible.

Lu Yuan glanced around them.

They were completely submerged in a sea of dark golden ripples.

The pitch-black Twisted Great Sun loomed directly ahead, seemingly within arm’s reach.

The enormous finger extending from the Twisted Great Sun now numbered seven.

Seven massive black fingers shrouded in countless dark golden runes, like the hands of an ancient giant, hovered directly above them.

A terrifying aura as if from the ocean’s depths enveloped them, with crushing pressure everywhere.

Only a faint white light from a small moon-white shard shielded their forms.

“Are you okay?” Lu Yuan took a light breath, softly asking Yuwen Tong.

By his estimation, they were very close to Anders’s true form now.

There was only a small distance left before they could close in completely on Anders.

But this final stretch seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Anders’s “preparations” also seemed nearly complete.

The terror-inducing hand, wrapped in dark golden, was about to fully extend from the black void, heralding an apocalyptic doom.

In response to Lu Yuan’s question, Yuwen Tong made no reply.

She stayed focused on what lay ahead and suddenly uttered softly, “Now!”

Before Lu Yuan could react, he felt an unprecedented, terrifying aura erupt in front of him.

“Boom!”

He jerked his head around just in time to see an intensely blinding white light unfurling before him.

Then a surge of Strength pushed him from behind, accompanied by a quick “Go!”

Involuntarily, Lu Yuan sped forward.

He saw a small white light sphere explode beneath the colossal dark golden hands.

The densely packed dark golden ripples, nearly crystallized, burst open, creating a “rift.”

And he moved swiftly through this temporarily created “rift.”

He looked back and saw Yuwen Tong, her face completely drained of the last trace of blood-red color, plummeting backward like a weightless bird.

He knew exactly what Yuwen Tong had done.

She had detonated the core of the “Spirit Sovereign” Mech, that fragment of ancient Mech.

Using the power from the fragment’s explosion, she had sent him on this final stretch.

Perhaps… this was the ten percent chance Yuwen Tong had mentioned?

With a complex expression, Lu Yuan dashed forward, shielded by the moon-white light.

Layer by layer of dark golden ripples were being breached, and he seemed to already catch a glimpse of Anders “chanting his incantations” beyond numerous dark golden ripples.

“Almost there… almost there…” Lu Yuan softly murmured in his heart.

However, just as he was about to break through the last barrier of dark golden ripples…

“Boom!”

A violent tremor shook from above.

In an instant, it felt as if a colossal ocean was crashing down onto him.

The sudden and severe pressure made Lu Yuan feel suffocated. The white light around him trembled violently, rapidly dimming.

Lu Yuan looked up, his gaze freezing in place.

The seven-fingered giant hand, extending from the black void resembling the Twisted Great Sun, had now fully emerged.

It possessed a metallic sheen, yet was covered in countless mysteriously twisted dark golden runes, resembling the hand of some unknown ancient Demon God, gripping the edge of a spatial rift. The seven fingers spread open, slowly descending.

In the palm of the hand, destructive power intertwined to form black Thunder, tearing through patches of void.

The aura of annihilation was a hundred, a thousand times more intense than what the Hundred-eyed Nether Crow had once brought upon Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan stared at the giant hand for a moment, then snapped back to reality.

He couldn’t find Yuwen Tong.

Nor did he know where he was anymore.

All he saw was the last fleeting white light from the exploded moon-white shard, quickly fading before him.

Ahead, countless dark golden ripples still filled the space, like a wall blocking his path entirely.

The cataclysmic doom was both slowly and swiftly descending.

Lu Yuan reached out, as if to touch the dark golden ripple wall standing before him.

His eyes flickered slightly, murmuring softly to himself in a voice only he could hear.

“The chaos divination really got it right…”

“Did it really have to come to this point?”

With a calm expression, Lu Yuan retracted his mental power, drawing it back into his body.

He let it gently settle on the Mastery blood pill within his chest, which shimmered with a crimson golden light.

It was as if he were admiring a masterpiece he had painstakingly crafted, examining it closely for a moment.

Finally, with a touch of regret, reluctance, and a calm yet resolute determination…

His mental power erupted, and the rotating blood pill suddenly came to a standstill.

Then… it began to reverse.

“Then… let it shatter.”

“Boom!”

With a force as terrifying as if ten thousand stars were exploding simultaneously, strength erupted within Lu Yuan.

At that very moment, a grand, cold, and indifferent voice echoed through the void.

“The body of the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God…”

“Boom!”

At this moment, the entire space quaked and trembled.

A terrifying aura of annihilation swept through the heavens and the earth.

An intensely dazzling light sphere exploded.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the seven-fingered hand of the Demon God that had suddenly opened, grasped it tightly and snuffed it out directly…

…

“Truly one surprise after another…”

Standing calmly at the edge of the rift in the void, Anders remained poised in the emptiness.

The seven-fingered dark golden hand, reminiscent of a true Demon God from a mythical legend, effortlessly shattered patches of void, churning everything before it into mush.

After snuffing out the fading glow from an insect’s “final moment,” Anders, controlling the hand of the Demon God, easily grasped a small human figure between its fingers.

Looking at the pale-faced woman, who had lost all strength to resist, Anders’ expression showed a hint of reflection.

“For one at merely the star spirit realm to witness a glimpse of the Great Fall Dark Sky Prison Demon God’s Mech power from the Spirit Devourer Clan is indeed a supreme honor…”

“Such a pity… that pesky insect is dead, and the mythical creature that followed him has likely fled as well…”

“Anders,” burying the light regret on his face, opened his mouth, as an invisible vortex began to form around him.

One by one, black tentacles extended from his mouth.

The colossal hand of the Demon God, gripping the little figure, slowly moved toward him.

It looked as if someone were lifting a piece of succulent meat or a delicious cake with their hand, about to pop it into their mouth.

Just as the vortex around Anders’ body expanded to a certain extent, with the Demon God’s hand holding the tiny figure against the center of the black vortex, ready to release…

Suddenly.

“Boom!”

A nearby section of the void shattered with a deafening crash, and a figure engulfed in raging light flames emerged swiftly from within, their appearance completely obscured.

Only a pair of eyes, more radiant and intense than the sun, could be seen, as the figure rushed toward Anders in an instant.

“You?!”

The sudden turn of events startled Anders. He barely had time to react.

The figure shrouded in light flames had already reached out with both hands, lunging aggressively at his face.

With fierce determination, the blazing hands gripped Anders’ open mouth, slowly exerting pressure…

“Crack, crack, crack-“

Anders’ eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his mouth being forcibly torn apart, pried open.

The black tentacles reaching out from his mouth thrashed wildly, wrapping and beating against the fiery figure.

Yet the figure seemed utterly indifferent, even deliberately moving closer to Anders.

He practically forced his head into Anders’ mouth, jamming it inside.

Then, with a hoarse, low voice, he growled softly.

“Eat…”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I’m right here, at your mouth… come on, eat.”

“Why aren’t you moving your mouth?!”

“Damn it.”

“Boom!”

With a powerful wrench of his hands, the figure shrouded in flames tore Anders nearly in half from his mouth.

It was as though with rough hands he had ripped open a bag and then…

Determinedly tried to stuff himself inside!

At this moment, Anders was utterly shocked, stunned beyond measure.

His face, twisted to the back, bore wide-open eyes that conveyed an intense disbelief at the events unfolding before him.