Novel Full Chapter 378: Ancient Tribunal Intimidates Everyone!
Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Ancient Tribunal Intimidates Everyone!
The Soul-Devourer let out a triumphant screech as he watched Logan trapped inside the spatial fragments.
The void black hole on his chest began to gather again, preparing to launch a second strike.
This time, he would devour the entire spatial fragments, along with Logan inside it, leaving no chance for escape.
Observer No. 3 watched the battlefield below with cold indifference, showing no sign of intervening.
Inside the independent spatial fragments, Logan’s steps came to a steady halt.
He spread his senses to the limit, instantly grasping the space structure around him.
The spatial fragments maze created by the Space-Ripper was far more complex than he had imagined.
Dozens of independent small spaces, each about a hundred meters across, nested together like rings, forming an endless cage.
Every boundary of the spatial fragments was lined with sharp space cracks like blades.
Between the fragments, they kept moving and rearranging at high speed.
The two spaces that were right next to each other one second could be completely cut off the next.
This was the space-cage tactic the Space-Ripper was best at. Even a Demigod of the same level, once trapped, would find it very hard to break free.
Logan raised his left hand, and a golden space shield slammed hard into the fragment barrier before him.
Golden Space Rule met the transparent space cracks, creating a sharp, glass-cracking sound.
The barrier instantly developed countless cracks and was about to shatter completely.
But the Space-Ripper kept spawning new spatial fragments from the outside, and the gap was patched up in the blink of an eye.
Logan frowned slightly and pulled back his space shield.
He gripped the Blade of Time tightly in his right hand. Three silver chains shot out from the Razor, and silver time rule power instantly covered the entire spatial fragments.
He tried to freeze the time lines of the fragments to stop them from moving and reshaping. But the moment the time chains touched the fragment boundaries, they were torn into shreds by the raging space currents.
The Space-Ripper’s space Devouring Rule could even swallow time rules. A single time rule was simply powerless to shake the foundation of this space maze.
Logan’s presence flickered like microwaves, and his five-spiral DNA began spinning at high speed.
He knew clearly that a single rule could never break a Demigod-stage space maze.
The Space-Ripper’s control over Space Rule had reached the origin level.
To break the deadlock, he had to use the full power of his five-spiral DNA.
He needed to use five completely different rules to disrupt the stability of that single Space Rule.
Logan took a deep breath and stopped all single-rule probes.
Standing right in the center of the spatial fragments, he slowly closed his eyes.
His five-spiral DNA spun to its limit, and five distinct forces of rule power flared up around him all at once.
Silver time, golden space, emerald creation, pitch-black destruction, and gray-white soul.
Five beams of rule-light burst from his body, twisting and intertwining into a spiral.
Logan activated the Five-Rule Resonance.
The five rules oscillated simultaneously at completely different frequencies. Each vibration hit against the surrounding space structure.
The complex structure of the five-spiral DNA created a rule interference effect never seen before.
The single Space Rule structure began to show violent, unstable fluctuations under the oscillation of the five opposite stats.
The surface of the originally unbreakable fragment barrier began to sprout spiderweb-like fine cracks.
Inside the cracks, five-colored light began to seep out.
Under the impact of the Five-Rule Resonance, the entire structure of the space maze started to completely disintegrate.
Outside, the Space-Ripper’s transparent crystal body flashed violently.
He could clearly feel that his carefully constructed space maze was being forcibly torn apart from the inside.
That power, woven from five rules, completely exceeded his understanding of a Legend stage expert.
A startled sound like grinding glass echoed across the whole battlefield from the Space-Ripper: “Can five rules combined actually break my space maze?”
Inside the spatial fragments, Logan suddenly opened his eyes.
The five beams of rule-light condensed in his hands into a pillar of five-colored light, smashing hard against the barrier before him.
With a thunderous roar, the entire space maze shattered completely.
Countless spatial fragments annihilated and faded away in mid-air, and Logan’s figure reappeared on the main battlefield of the Shattered Canyon.
The first thing he did was turn his head to look at the other side of the space cracks.
The sight before his eyes made his pupils contract sharply.
Kane was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his ten-meter Demigod body swaying as if about to collapse.
Part of the Space-Ripper’s crystal body had already pierced through the space cracks. Together with the soul-devourer’s gray mist, they formed a pincer attack on Kane.
In the space on the other side of the crack, Kane had just finished the most dangerous close-quarters battle.
Seeing that Kane’s combat power had dropped significantly.
The Space-Ripper had split off a portion of his crystal body to penetrate the barrier and launch a surprise attack.
Meanwhile, the soul-devourer’s gray mist had seeped into the crack through the fissure, and billions of soul spikes kept pounding against his mind defense.
He was fighting two Demigod vanguard forces all by himself.
Kane gripped the Blade of Destruction with both hands, and golden blade flashes kept slashing out.
Every swing could tear through the incoming space cracks and shatter the soul spikes filling the sky.
But his condition was deteriorating at a visible pace.
Golden divine blood kept pouring from the old wound on his chest. Every time he launched a full-power attack, it burned through even more of his source energy.
This was already the 18th time he had gone all-out in a row.
Three consecutive super-limit bursts had drained an extra two percent from his vitality.
After 18 consecutive drains, his source energy was on the verge of total exhaustion.
The old wound on his chest, eroded by the Devouring Rule, burst open and expanded again. Black patterns had now spread all the way up to his neck.
The Demigod-stage aura surrounding Kane had plummeted to just 35%.
The golden chains of destruction that usually circled him were now completely dim and lifeless.
Even the Blade of Destruction in his hand flickered, its light wavering from bright to dim.
Overwhelming exhaustion swept over his entire body like a tidal wave.
The soul-devourer, watching Kane wobble on the edge of collapse, let out a cold, sinister laugh from within his gray mist.
He condensed countless soul spikes and hurled them at Kane’s forehead once more.
The soul-devourer’s voice rang through the space, dripping with undisguised greed: “He’s almost done! Devour his Destruction Rule!”
Kane snapped his head up, a look of sheer resolve flashing in his gray eyes.
With trembling effort, he forced his swaying body to stand straight again.
He raised the Blade of Destruction high, and the last of his Destruction Rule power exploded from him without any reservation.
He was unleashing his final trump card: Final Judgment.
Six golden chains of destruction, three times thicker than before, fell from the sky.
The chains pierced through the entire spatial fragments, their indiscriminate attack covering the full figures of both the Space-Ripper and the soul-devourer.
The power of the Destruction Rule raged wildly within the confined space.
Even the space itself began to crack under the shockwaves, covered in a dense web of fissures.
Neither the Space-Ripper nor the soul-devourer expected that Kane, already this desperate, could still unleash such terrifying power.
They knew the devastating force of the Destruction Rule and dared not block it directly.
Both of them jumped back instantly, dodging the sweeping chains of gold.
Even a single graze from those chains would cause irreversible damage to their source energy.
Seizing this chance, Kane sank to one knee again.
He held the Blade of Destruction firmly against the ground, using it to keep from falling flat.
Golden divine blood dripped constantly from his chest onto the black volcanic rock below, burning tiny holes into the stone.
His chest heaved wildly, heavy gasps escaping his lips as he muttered to himself: “I will not fall before Logan returns!”
He could clearly sense that Logan had broken through the space maze.
He had to hold on until Logan arrived. He had to keep his promise.
This was a vow he had made to Logan. Even if he had to sacrifice his soul and body, he could not break it.
Just then, the barrier of the spatial fragments crashed and shattered.
Logan’s figure burst through the chaotic space currents and appeared right beside Kane.
Seeing Kane kneeling, covered in blood, Logan’s heart clenched tight.
Logan immediately crouched down, gripping the green Staff of Creation in his right hand, and pressed it against Kane’s chest wound.
Green creation rule-light flowed from the staff into Kane’s body, constructing a temporary energy circuit to seal the bleeding wound.
The golden divine blood finally stopped flowing.
But Kane’s aura remained stuck at 30%, still dropping slowly.
His vitality had been drained to the very limit.
The three Demigod vanguard leaders—the Soul-Devourer, the soul-devouring one, and the Space-Ripper—gathered together once more.
They formed a triangular formation, closing in on Logan and Kane from all sides.
Looking at the two with their power significantly dropped, the three vanguards’ eyes were filled with killing intent.
They knew clearly that this was the perfect opportunity to finish them off.
But just as they were about to strike again, the space three thousand meters above the Shattered Canyon suddenly twisted violently.
A vast, overwhelming Demigod-stage pressure dropped from the sky, covering the entire battlefield.
Silver-gray light condensed in mid-air, taking the shape of a translucent humanoid figure.
The projection of Observer No. 3 had finally fully descended.
Chain-like Space Rules circled his body, and his ten-meter tall frame hung motionlessly in the air.
His silver-gray eyes held no emotion as he coldly scanned every person on the battlefield.
The Ancient Tribunal pressure radiating from him instantly froze the movements of the three Demigod vanguard leaders.
The black hole on the Soul-Devourer’s chest shrank, the soul-devourer’s mist tightened, and the Space-Ripper’s crystal body stepped back.
They all knew the rules of the Ancient Tribunal.
Once a person was permanently hunted by the tribunal, no matter where they fled within the Lost World, they would be chased down and killed.
Not even their own master, the Origin Devourer, could save them.
The eyes of the three Demigod vanguard leaders were filled with unwillingness and deep caution.