For a steel behemoth, hundreds of miles is equivalent to a normal person's dozen or so steps.
The ruler of the Ghost Mountain Range did not obstruct it. He was very curious—where did the other party get the confidence to use such a large and domineering creature that was actually incredibly slow, like a tortoise, and difficult for even a human to hit?
It took the steel city a full three minutes to walk a dozen or so steps before arriving beneath the pitch-black giant sphere.
Puff puff puff—
Countless streams of air roared and spewed out at the same time. First, there was the storm that spread in all directions. Even giant trees were swept up or broken by the storm in an area of five hundred miles around the earth!
Villages and towns were completely wiped out of human habitation. More than a hundred miles away, there was a lake with a radius of ten miles, and all the water in the lake was squeezed out by pressure. The silt on the surface of the lake was scraped off!
Bang bang bang!
More than 30% of the internal combustion engines responsible for expelling air in the city behemoth were destroyed due to over-power operation, just to lift its body weighing over 100 million tons, supporting it with the metal feet of the behemoth's hindquarters, and positioning its belly towards the sovereign and the pitch-black sphere.
At the very center of the city is a giant cannon muzzle, with a diameter of three hundred meters!
The cannon barrels were raised, aimed at that disgusting mountain of flesh, and then—an extreme explosion of light and heat!
This level of light and heat reminded the sovereign of countless billions of years ago, when her brother, the sun god, took her to play in the blazing sun, and the corona swept across the stars...
At that time, that level of power was not enough to harm Him in the slightest.
But now—it still won't work!
At the muzzle of the cannon, a pillar of flame erupted with earth-shattering power, instantly surpassing countless mortal beings!
This is a strike comparable to that of a lower-level god, and from the very top-tier lower-level gods!
If it were Huo Lan who were to deal with it, she would probably suffer considerable damage!
But this meant nothing to the ruler of the forbidden zone of death.
About one-tenth of the jet-black giant sphere's gelatinous flesh was evaporated and scorched, but it itself remained standing in place, its surroundings within hundreds of meters intact.
However, that shot was not the real killing blow.
As the intense light and heat dissipated, forty-nine figures stood suspended in mid-air.
Forty-nine level eight Sunfire Mages!
This is the ultimate combat power that humanity has accumulated with all its might, some of which have survived to this day through various means since tens of thousands of years ago!
Nearly a thousand divine crystals floated between them, all of them ready to die. A magical net enveloped the sky, and a human... no, the most powerful magic in world history was taking shape!
After all, in the ancient divine court era, there was only witchcraft, and magic never appeared.
Therefore, this is the most powerful magic in history, a magic spell comparable to a level 10 attack!
I would call it "God's Fall".
The High Priest of Time pointed at the fleshy creature in front of him: "A difference of one realm is hundreds or even thousands of times greater in the realm of gods. You—are powerless to withstand an attack equivalent to that of a mid-level god!"
A strike from a mid-level god, even if it cannot annihilate a lower-level god, is enough to cripple or severely injure them!
This attack was originally intended to prevent the world from sliding into the abyss and to eliminate the source of chaos that appeared 40,000 years ago. Unexpectedly, it ended up being aimed at the culprit that had repeatedly ravaged the earth.
Although there is no difference between the two, one will destroy life on earth, and the other will drag the entire world into the abyss... that's all.
The high priest was fortunate that this time their fates were intertwined, and this most powerful magic in history would kill two birds with one stone!
This spell had no dazzling special effects or exaggerated fanfare; it was simply a dense ball of white light, about the size of a soccer ball, that shot toward the sovereign, guided by the high priest.
The other party did not dodge, but calmly extended a branch to meet it.
null!
Space is broken.
The spiderweb-like black cracks were torn open, only to close again in the blink of an eye.
One side of the person waited quietly for the space to calm down.
"Indeed, it's equivalent to a strike from a mid-level god."
A faint voice came from the other end of the spatial rift, making all the magic saints feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"A mid-level god—" the High Priest of Time shrieked, the old man's voice cracking as he lost control: "How is this possible? How could a mid-level god still exist in this world!?"
"Given the level of this world... it's simply impossible for a mid-level god to exist!"
The fleshy mountain opposite swayed its tentacles slightly, as if denying or sneering.
Admittedly, in theory, a ninth-level (lower-level god) existence cannot be born in this continent rebuilt from ashes. Even He himself only managed to reconstitute the tenth-level (middle-level god) flesh and blood divine authority he now possesses through countless years of accumulation.
But in fact, there was once a supreme god-level being in this world... the source of chaos from 40,000 years ago.
Perhaps it did not come from this world, but from beyond the stars, yet it possesses the ability to control time, like a sinister larva.
A scarlet vertical eye grew out from a corner of the flesh, staring at Huo Lan, who had a sullen look on his face behind him.
The incredibly handsome young man was once again sitting in a wheelchair; perhaps he had grown accustomed to it.
He was not bound in any way, after all, he only possessed a fragmented magical divine authority and was too weak, so whether he was bound or not made no difference.
The handsome young man had remained silent the entire way, but now, as he rested his chin on his hand and gazed at the colossal beast that the steam city had transformed into in the distance, something seemed to flicker in his eyes…
——
The ruler of the Ghost God Mountain Range, the former beautiful goddess Ao Xuling, was too lazy to pay attention to the forty-nine ants floating in the sky.
He split off a tentacle, which reached into the mechanical city and retrieved a spherical mass of mercury-like fluid from the top of the clock tower.
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