The Bishop of Despair could actually see a kind of sincerity on Su Qi’s face.
But this sincerity made its anger and hatred suddenly surge!
With endless killing intent and terrifying Abyss Power:
"I will make you remember!!"
Its eyes had only one target, and that was Su Buxian!
The Venerable that bore its power couldn’t help but tremble at this moment, because the Bishop of Despair was truly angry, and Spiritual Energy was burning wildly!
The Black Fog rose to the sky! Stirring the wind and clouds within a ten-kilometer radius!
"Su Buxian, run! The power you just assimilated isn’t skilled in combat; it’s not its match at all."
Jiang Zhi couldn’t help but shout a reminder, after all, he was a former user and knew the limits of the power!
He tried his best, and could only barely force the opponent out of his body.
A cold word, tinged with a sneering laugh, came rushing in!
Deadly outburst, accompanied by a terrifying emotion to drag him into Hell! Even if they were killed, their souls would be imprisoned by it, tortured eternally!
Yet Su Qi paused slightly, then reached out his hand:
A crisp sound incongruously entered everyone’s ears.
And... the Bishop of Despair was even more rigid in mid-air because a single hand crossed the distance and struck its face hard!
That’s right, it wasn’t the Venerable, but the projection face formed by its Black Fog.
It was a substantial hit with Spiritual Energy.
"You..." It distinctly felt the space fluctuation, but the speed was so fast that it couldn’t react.
And immediately after.
The Venerable let out a painful groan.
The Venerable’s body had its joints twisted apart, with various invisible hands on it, wielding incredible Strength.
Jiang Zhi was somewhat dazed.
"You got something wrong. That power isn’t purely spatial, but hands with space attribute, capable of crossing spaces..."
Su Qi calmly pressed his hand on the ground.
Because at this moment... Attacks from all directions had arrived, and the next moment... countless hands of space erupted massively, rising to the sky! Forming a giant hand that directly blocked the attacks from all sides!
On the other side, a massive fist composed of innumerable space hands, thousands of meters wide, crashed down with a roar, shattering the attacking waves of Monsters!
The God’s Son, numerous adventurers had already noticed this side but merely noted it, as everyone was still caught in fierce battles, relying on Sanctuary in the palace’s jurisdiction.
They did not choose to take the initiative; they were still assessing the situation, each Divine Son and the strength of their Divine Race hesitated to decide if they should intervene.
Everything happening now exceeded their plans.
The initial thought was... to let the Gods Palace and the Abyss clash, no fear of sky-falling battles, they could retreat safely with the projection of the Divine Race’s power.
After all, the largest was indeed the Chaotic Camp, outsizing both the Gods Palace and the Abyss combined.
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The plan had encountered issues.
Because the Gods Palace... was caught unprepared, only just entering the warm-up stage and already being choked by the Abyss, with the real forces and the grand battle yet to be brought to the forefront.
Now it seems it might already be ending.
If the Abyss descends again, the following would be a crushing suppression, with the Gods Palace being overthrown!
Then they must consider whether to flee.
Without the colossal Gods Palace to oppose the Abyss, the descending power of the Abyss wouldn’t be something any God’s Son could withstand.
Even with the vast Divine Race behind them, it would mean a dead end.
If everyone were to gather together, united in resistance, perhaps there might be a chance to fight back, but... achieving such a feat is less feasible than conceiving of creating a new Fantasy Universe.
"Currently... what exactly should be done." All adventurers had retreated into the palace’s jurisdiction, now biding their time using points, as they were not the protagonists but came for the scraps... the weak ones.
If the Gods Palace doesn’t rise, then neither will the God’s Son, the Divine Sons, or the major forces make a move.
If these great figures remain inactive, then... countless adventurers, small and medium forces, will hesitate even more; whoever moves is doomed to be cannon fodder.
And many God’s Sons were also waiting.
They couldn’t decide on such an important matter, for one mishap would lead to damage to themselves or the Divine Race behind them.
Their Divinity connected with entities from the Old Days, Gods, and Divine Races, all expressing a wait-and-see attitude.
They aspired to be the ones reaping benefits as dragons and tigers fought. Of course, they were also willing to acknowledge this point, and didn’t mind opposing the Abyss, for the terror and aims of the Abyss target every single Life.
Everything and everything was compressed into the word ’benefit,’ which was their ultimate aim.
Lei Yun looked into the distance, naturally, they were also paying attention there.
The battlefield above was not something they could meddle with now.
They had seen the Gods Palace send tens of thousands... to save one person...
That place, the carriers of ancient Abyssal forces had all gathered, the domain formed by Black Fog enveloped it, with a massive siege happening within.