Chapter 1657 - 420: The Banquet Ends, History Begins Anew

Chapter 1657: Chapter 420: The Banquet Ends, History Begins Anew

Golden blood drifted through the space maze.

The Great Stele Sacrifice steadied its retreating form, the searing pain in its back far surpassed by the tumultuous waves in its heart.

It knew it had been manipulated.

The supposedly optimal path it deemed correct to break the situation had been a trap all along.

In fact, it had never been arrogant enough to think it could crack the Black Tide’s space technology system.

Everything done previously was merely a process of continuously destroying the maze to gather the thinking habits of the "behind-the-scenes Evil Spirit" constructing the maze.

The way each space structure connected, the rhythm of switching between different maze forms, the distribution patterns of energy nodes... it attempted to deduce the thinking logic path hidden within the behind-the-scenes Evil Spirit through these external manifestations.

This method’s essence.

Was to induce the Evil Spirit to respond hastily through high-frequency destruction, thus gaining analytical information.

Yet it never imagined that the behind-the-scenes Evil Spirit was also reading its thought logic in a way it couldn’t comprehend.

Its probing attacks, and the path attempts made according to the "rules" collected, all became samples for the Evil Spirit to analyze its thought pattern of breaking the game.

Then, tailored to its presumed requirements, actively presenting an apparently perfect path for resolution.

Because the answers obtained aligned with its Denkweise, and repeated probing attempts yielded clear feedback, it was utterly convinced.

Ultimately guiding it to gather all its strength and deliver a self-stabbing "breakthrough."

This strike shattered the confidence within the Great Stele Sacrifice’s heart.

Its trembling form underscored its sense of defeat.

Roar!

The roar of anguish shook the space maze.

Once more, The Great Stele Sacrifice swung its fist, its divine power pouring out madly from within.

But this time, its strength noticeably weakened.

The civilization fire surrounding it was no longer intense; the all-out strike just now had not only gravely injured its body but also consumed too much of its civilization’s foundation.

It had realized it was bound to fail.

Yet, the unwillingness in its heart drove it to thrash like a beast trapped in a desperate situation, madly tearing at the invisible cage.

Destroying everything within sight.

The space structures collapsed one after another, yet were always replaced by new space mazes the moment after.

Every punch felt like it was accelerating its end.

During this time, divine power rapidly depleted, with golden particles of light continuously spilling from the wound on its back.

On the other side.

The Earth Thought Evil Spirit hovered atop the tower, coldly observing the crazy destructive figure within the space maze.

Currently, it lacked the power to kill a Demigod; even breaking its defense was hard.

No matter what kind of Evil Spirit was generated, the outcome was annihilation, even if the opponent was gravely injured.

However, it could manage to imprison.

Using this constantly regenerating space maze as a cage.

Using endless Evil Spirits as grindstones.

To gradually grind this Demigod down to extinction in this space dead-end.

With the pressure sharply reduced, Earth Thought Evil Spirit redirected part of its conscious view back to the Land of Burial Fire.

Returning to the battlefield, it found the players and the Insect Race furiously devouring the Monument Abyss Clan’s combat power during its consciousness withdrawal phase.

Without the suppression of the Great Stele Sacrifice, the pace of war had noticeably quickened.

This Taotie banquet, how could it possibly miss out?

It reinvested part of its computational power back into the main battlefield.

The destructive symphony officially entered its final harvesting climax.

At this time, the Monument Abyss Clan’s defense line was riddled with holes, and it no longer conducted micro-commands; where its will went, the Evil Spirit warriors poured down like a torrential rain within the rolling black mist.

Joining in this Taotie feast.

At this moment, the short-lived cooperative relationship among the three parties instantly broke apart.

Reverting back to competing village arch-enemies.

Three streams of destruction in different colors madly consumed the last resisting force of the Monument Abyss Clan, yet inevitably clashed and squeezed against each other.

When the external threat disappeared, the link maintaining the fragile cooperation instantly snapped.

The interests of their own factions became the only principle guiding their actions.

The players had their eyes only on sacrificial power, spiritual material, and possibly existing resource repositories within the grand divine hall.

They charged forward with all their might, mercilessly smashing the Life Soul Characteristic onto any unit that might compete with them for spoils.

The killing instinct of the Insect Race was fully unleashed; they no longer distinguished targets, covering the battlefield indiscriminately with sharp bone spikes and corrosive acid.

Devouring everything containing energy was the Main Brain’s latest order to them.

Under the control of Earth Thought Evil Spirit, the Black Tide demonstrated its destructive essence.

The surging black mist, like a greedy maw, indiscriminately devoured everything along the way.

Monument Abyss Clan remnants, the Insect Race, even scattered civilization fragments — all could be turned into nutrition for the Black Tide.

Of course, the animal players were the exception.

Possible to devour, but it couldn’t extract a single bit of nourishment.

The three torrents collided fiercely while advancing, the battlefield becoming even more chaotic than before.

The entire Land of Burial Fire transformed into a purgatory of slaughter.

During this time, players and Insect Warriors continued to enter through the space channel in droves.

Earth Thought Evil Spirit naturally knew that the choice for maximum benefit at this time was to alter the transmission trajectory inside the space channel, exiling subsequent entering players and Insect Warriors into the Void.

Once the players and Insect Race on the scene were depleted, it could enjoy this Taotie feast alone.

But it didn’t do so.

Missing out on this meal wouldn’t affect the growth of players and the Insect Race.

Their harassment would continue to play out on the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.

And it had already obtained the most valuable treasure from this battle: the imprisoned Demigod of Monument Abyss Clan.

Although it couldn’t kill it for the time being, erasing it would require a long period.

But victory would eventually come.

By then, the vast Black Tide Energy transformed from devouring the Demigod, and the civilization rules upheld by the Demigod, would all become the foundation for its ascent to a higher level.