Chapter 369: A World of White and Black
At that moment, the kings gazed at the pitch-black hole in the sky, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, and cried out in shock.
Everything around was rapidly torn upward, ripped, compressed, and violently stuffed into that dark maw.
It was unimaginable what lay within.
In the meeting room, or rather, this ruined space, the Apostles also stared gravely at the shattered void.
They sensed a powerful threat; if drawn into it, even they might face mortal danger.
What was that? Has space itself broken?
As the Apostles speculated inwardly,
Soon, like the humans, their eyes widened (or for those without eyes, bubbles rose).
From the fractured void, a figure began to emerge.
King!! The Sun God King!!!
Above Pangea Castle, in midair.
The black hole's pull had ceased, sealed by that domineering force.
Space repaired itself, the hole vanishing, leaving only the wreckage below to prove the disaster wasn't an illusion.
Debris rained from the sky, mixed with some human figures.
Some guards inside Pangea Castle and weaker individuals nearby hadn't escaped the calamity, swept upward.
Thankfully, a force from the black hole had held them back, sparing them from being lost in the void's scenery.
King stood in midair, surveying the falling debris and the chaos below.
He scratched his cheek with his right index finger, he'd messed up.
It was his first time doing this, so he wasn't skilled at it.
The scene below, like the aftermath of a monstrous typhoon, left King feeling a pang of guilt.
"It's King-sama! The Sun God King!"
"What just happened? How did Lord King-sama come out of that black hole?"
"Who cares! We're saved now!!"
The people below, recognizing the figure in the sky, erupted in ecstatic cheers.
The kingdom leaders felt the same, these Apostles were far too dangerous.
But with King here, they felt secure.
After all, the Apostles had lost to Hisoka, one of the two Kings. Against the Sun God King, one of the Two Gods, they stood no chance.
While the kings rejoiced, the Five Elders felt deep apprehension.
The terrifying black hole's appearance and King emerging from it lingered vividly in their minds.
What was that ability? King had never used anything like it before.
It must be a spatial power!
The Five Elders speculated warily.
While King's arrival was welcome, his immense power unnerved them.
But the priority was dealing with these Apostles.
As the Five Elders prepared to speak, the Apostles, stirred by the disaster, suddenly knelt on one knee.
The sight baffled the Five Elders. Were they kneeling because King arrived?
Did the Apostles have no shame?
The thought barely crossed their minds when they noticed another change in the sky.
Across from King, the heavens shifted.
Strands of darkness wove together like chains in midair.
Under the crowd's terrified gazes a figure appeared: it was the Demon God Ryomen Sukuna, the man long rumored to have revived but never seen until now.
A fearsome power radiated across all of Marijoa.
In that moment, all conflicts in the Holy Land ceased.
Everyone turned to that mesmerizing figure, as if plunged into an endless inferno, their very beings twisting.
Some guards and marines felt themselves float, only to explode at some point.
They literally exploded, leaving only a final scream before vanishing without a trace.
After being startled by the cries, others noticed something was wrong. They snapped out of the distortion and were too afraid to look.
"Don't look! Don't stare at him!"
Stronger fighters shouted.
But for ordinary marines and guards, it had little effect.
Only those with decent strength broke free, hurriedly lowering their heads, a single thought circling their minds.
That man, Demon God Sukuna, was he truly a god?!
In midair, King sensed Sukuna's sudden appearance affecting ordinary people.
His power swept over Marijoa like a gale, rousing everyone.
Many snapped awake, frantically bowing their heads, fear filling their eyes. What was that just now?!
Some, too far to see clearly, had simply gazed and fallen into that horrific nightmare.
For them, it was an unprovoked calamity.
"So terrifying, so strong! How can anyone be that powerful?!"
Sengoku, in Marijoa, averted his gaze from Sukuna.
That man had returned, with power far more dreadful than before.
If King's strength wasn't as palpable, Sukuna's was profoundly felt.
Just looking at him steeped them in terror.
The longer they looked, the deeper they sank into that wrenching sensation.
Even Sengoku felt that staring too long might make him lose.
Had that man truly become a god?
What was this unseeable sensation?
Could King still defeat him?
Across from him, Kaido stared at King in the distance, sparing only brief glances at Sukuna.
Demon God Ryomen Sukuna, this man was truly a demon god.
Kaido's heart grew heavy with the weight of Sukuna's power.
Why did such power exist in this world?
Could he ever attain this much strength?
If things continued , he'd never advance!
Kaido shook his head.
Regardless, the arrival of Sun God King and Demon God Ryomen Sukuna marked the climax of this war. Where would it lead next?
Kaido was eager to find it out.
Were the Two Gods of this era about to clash?
After escaping that hellish sensation, people calmed their fear, and grew heavy-hearted again.
Sun God King and Demon God Ryomen Sukuna.
Would their battle raze this place to the ground? After that scene, no one thought it as a joke.
They might helplessly perish in the aftermath of the Two Gods' clash today!
King faced Sukuna, sensing his restrained battle intent.
His expression grew solemn.
Like himself, Sukuna had grown stronger.
It seemed a fight was inevitable, but not here.
Fighting here, he couldn't guarantee Marijoa's safety.
"Sukuna, if you want a fight, follow me!"
King's figure vanished.
The next moment, high above Marijoa, at an unimaginable altitude,
At the edge of the planet's surface, a black hole shattered open, a figure emerging.
Soon, Sukuna's form coalesced opposite him, using the planet's negative particles to leap through space.
They unleashed terrifying auras simultaneously.
The King Engine roared, the dark abyss whispered.
Endless white light, bearing radiant power, clashed with surging black light carrying negative emotions, expanding outward.
The planet's surface facing them was affected, the clouds below scattered, forming a massive void.
In that moment, countless people on the ground looked skyward.
Centered on Marijoa, the heavens split into white and black, forming a world of light and shadow.
The sky had changed!!
( End of this Chapter )