Chapter 1122: World Line Reloaded_4

The earth cracked open into a deep valley…

The entire mountain peak has disappeared…

If one were to overlook it from a height, they would find a huge dark and profound sky pit at the center of what was once the hidden mountain peak, resembling a dark abyss that devours everything.

The massive cracks extending outwards are bottomless, stretching almost to the horizon’s end, constantly devouring, pulling, and attracting nearby matter, as if sands were being drawn into the abyss of nothingness.

Large and small fragments thrown into the air fall like raindrops; after falling into this dark, bottomless hollow, not a single sound is emitted, only leaving behind an endless, desperate silence.

It’s unclear whether they haven’t reached the bottom…

Or perhaps the distance is too great for the sound to reach…

Only the mindless shrieks echoed once again, filled with extreme chaos and madness, pointing towards a terrifying fact—that this dreadful Evil God suffered unimaginable injury.

The flowing shadows couldn’t even slightly obstruct the impact, shattering upon contact. The eyes and massive cross hidden behind the shadow curtain were subsequently pierced through… When the giants suspended on the cross struggled fiercely, all divine power, authority, and mythic forms failed to achieve their intended effect, indicating that ultimately, they could not escape that terrifying fatal strike—

The God-Beating Whip does not discriminate against any target.

Its primary use is to explode the enemy’s skull.

And as the most terrifying and extreme Evil God born from the fall of the Ancient Sun God on this planet, the “True Creator” of course did not fall right away.

However, the skull was penetrated and shattered on the spot…

From mythic forms to overall divine essence, it was forcibly torn apart by this deadly strike…

Suddenly suffering such unprecedented severe trauma, naturally put its already dire condition nearly out of control.

In the nearly complete madness, losing all rationality in its shriek and whisper, in the blink of an eye, the land that just underwent a massive geomorphic change, filled with scars and devastation, quickly began to dye in a layer of ominous dark red color. It exuded an extremely strong aura of corruption, as if to desecrate all things of the world, disparage all just principles, to extreme evil and chaos.

—It’s massive, writhing flesh…

—Flowing down from the neck fracture of the headless giant with exploded brain…

—Authority-Level flesh magic rampant, the source of catastrophe bursting from the dropping flesh brain…

Moreover, the speed was extremely fast, infecting thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, covering large stretches of land with a layer of dark flesh carpet, and it radiated further in a lightning-fast speed, extending with an unstoppable trend of spreading across the continent, even the entire world; the aura of “corruption” breeds within the writhing flesh continuously!

Yet, from high above, looking down at earth, at the planet, the presence merely sneered coldly, and extended a hand.

At some point, that elegant blade measured three feet six inches and five points, with twenty-one sections, every section inscribed with four talismans, was held in hand once more.

The method to respond to this loss of control phenomenon was very direct, even without any hesitation—

If one whip doesn’t kill, just whip again.

This whip that is used to strike deities has unparalleled power over unusual and extraordinary existences, especially those unaffected by the limitations of lifespan. In this world, it is an outrageous universal attack, a restraint against all… Divinity, for it, is ultimately nothing more than a negative buff; the more negative buffs, the more painful the strike.

Once again, the giant God-Beating Whip flew from beyond, fiercely penetrating the earth.

The world seemed to be turned upside down entirely!

When the divine power as if splitting heavens and earth was definitively unleashed, both the earth and sky shattered together amidst the rushing torrents.

The unparalleled frightening impact stirred a violent hurricane in the Land of the Forsaken, while endless blood rain descended, tearing through the sky-shrouding billowing thick smoke and heavy lead clouds, simply like slicing open the world; tons of blood mixed with fire, large and small shattered pieces fell from the sky like hail, set against the blood-red sky, further resembling the end of the world at the finale.

Tons and tons of flesh fell, rolling burning mountains dropped into the sea, and seawater turned into blood.

While many large fish and sea beasts were shockingly killed alive, countless sea life was attracted by this gluttonous feast, rising and beginning to devour.

Not harmful, yet unable to derive any benefit from it.

Because flesh was merely flesh, ordinary to the extent it was entirely unlike divine essence stripped from a Divine Spirit. These fragments lost all vitality and power, no longer had any contamination or lethal impact, only dyed the sea in large patches of blood-red crimson…

The effect of inactivating divinity remained exceptionally good, indicating another critical hit against the Divine Treasure.

This time, the opposition was almost silent.

As if the earth died, as if life disappeared, as if foreshadowing that all things must ultimately return to their final destination, even the divine spirits themselves inevitably face mortality, now coming to their end.