Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 137 Inspiration for Death
"it is good."

He wasn't worried about hurting the main god. Although it seemed to be the true form of a Saint, its mastery of rules, soul, body, dual-defense main artifacts, and combat experience were all far superior to those of ordinary Saint beings.

As Dennington spoke, his figure flashed like a ghost, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, and a dark ray of death shot out from his fingertips.

This ray was like a black dragon, moving with lightning speed.

The move Lynn used in the Candle Netherworld was almost identical to the one he used before. As a Great Perfection cultivator, it was a piece of cake for him to do this, except that it did not contain the power of his will.

Seeing this, Lynn clenched his fist and punched straight at him.

His fist was imbued with boundless death power, compressing the air into a visible black vortex, causing eerie ripples in the surrounding space that constantly twisted and deformed.

The black dragon formed from the death ray bit down, so lifelike it seemed to have been imbued with a magical spirit.

The vortex entangled with the dragon, trembling violently, but ultimately destroyed it, turning it into black powder that vanished with the wind.

"It seems that the Supreme God has a very deep understanding of the rules of death, but is just a little short of the Great Perfection level."

Unlike projected clones, the combat experience this time is more direct.

A cold glint flashed in Dennington's eyes, as if it could freeze the soul, and a death scythe radiating a chilling light instantly materialized in his hand.

The sickle has an ancient and intimidating design, and its blade gleams with a cold, menacing light, as if telling the story of the end of countless lives.

With a seemingly ordinary, light wave, a crescent-shaped wave of death blades roared out.

Wherever the blade's energy passed, the world turned gray and bleak.

Other elements and rules were repelled, as if they had lost all vitality, becoming rotten and decaying.

It's like giving the whole world the characteristics of death!

"Hmm, what's the name of Dennington's move?"

Lynn found this move quite unique and couldn't help but ask about it.

At the same time, the sparks of inspiration in his mind grew increasingly intense and dazzling, and the seemingly insurmountable bottleneck of perfection appeared to have a greater possibility of being broken through.

"The world has lost its color!"

Dennington smiled calmly and said with considerable pride.

"Good name."

Lynn praised.

As he spoke, without a moment's hesitation, he clenched his fist and struck directly from above.

Pure, dark power of death swirled together, faintly emanating the mournful screams of countless wronged souls.

"Qiang!"

The moment the fist clashed with the sickle, a sharp, piercing metallic clang rang out.

The sound contained powerful energy fluctuations that raged wildly in all directions.

Their exchanges were devoid of any superfluous movements, as concise and swift as axe strikes and knife cuts, each move aimed directly at the opponent's vital points, displaying their power, ruthlessness, and decisiveness.

This is the ultimate clash of power, and the ultimate interpretation of the rules of death.

One or two days...

Lynn and Dennington fought fiercely for ten days, using all sorts of death rules to their advantage. Naturally, Lynn was at a disadvantage, but the difference was not significant. He did not use the power of magnetic fields to amplify his strength, but relying on his powerful physique, which was close to that of a main artifact, and his profound soul, he still had no problem fighting against a Great Perfection Upper God who did not use the power of will.

"happy!"

Lynn was thrilled and satisfied. He gained a lot from this battle, especially from Dennington's perfect-level move, "The World Loses Its Color," which was like the finishing touch that inspired him.

On the rugged, black cliffs.

"call out!"

A dark figure suddenly appeared; it was none other than Lynn's Death God clone. After merging with the Saint Realm's main body, it disappeared again, entered the secret chamber, activated the magic array, and began to meditate on the rules of death. He was about to launch an attack on the Great Perfection!

Not long after.

"Zi la..."

An arc of electricity swept through the air, and before Dennington could react, a familiar figure appeared before him.

His sky-blue robe fluttered in the eerie wind, exuding an aura of arrogance and domineering self-importance.

"This is... your lightning-type divine avatar, Supreme God!"

Dennington looked at Lynn with a strange expression, staring at him with suspicion and uncertainty, unsure of his own guess.

This lightning-type divine avatar actually put considerable pressure on him, a completely different feeling from when he faced the main god's holy domain avatar.

Lynn nodded and smiled, "My lightning-type divine avatar is also a Great Perfection Upper God!"

Dennington was shocked. "What?! The Great Perfection of the Lightning Law!"

He never expected that the god he served actually had a perfected divine avatar! In other words, the god's greatest talent was not life or death, but lightning!

"Haha, are you surprised?"

Lynn couldn't help but burst into laughter. He felt a surge of pleasure upon seeing the Great Perfection's shocked expression.

There are very few things in this world that can please the God and bring him pleasure.

Dennington nodded, following his heart, and said in amazement, "Your Highness, you're giving me more and more surprises!"

These are not empty praises, but heartfelt words.

First came that mysterious method that could rival the power of will, and then came the Great Perfection Divine Avatar.

Dennington suddenly found the monarch to be very mysterious and unpredictable, and became even more convinced of his worthiness to serve as his envoy.

Lynn chuckled and said, "Why don't you rest for a while, or continue fighting my lightning-type divine avatar? Of course, this time you can use your willpower to attack with all your might!"

Dennington was thrilled, a smile of excitement playing on his lips. "No need to rest, the previous battle didn't take any damage at all."

As he spoke, he flipped his hand and took out a superior divine artifact from his spatial ring. The sword's body, which refracted a ghostly light like obsidian, had an ultra-thin, semi-transparent blade that gleamed with a sharp, cold aura.

Dennington casually twirled his sword and joked, "But I don't have any main artifacts to attack, so it won't have much of an impact." Lynn smiled and said, "Don't worry, the weapon won't give you any advantage."

He also took out an ordinary high-level divine artifact longsword, its blue-purple blade shimmering with brilliant light and exuding a sharp aura.

"Since this is a friendly spar, we still need to restrain most of our willpower, otherwise Dennington probably won't last many rounds."

Lynn made up her mind.

His eyes flashed with purple lightning, and with a flick of his wrist, several slender bolts of lightning, each containing terrifying energy, shot out like serpents, so fast that even a peak-level palace master could hardly catch them.

"Zi la..."

The air in the areas struck by these lightning bolts was instantly ionized, producing a hissing sound.

It was just a simple greeting, yet it perfectly embodied the characteristics of the lightning-based laws: fast and explosive.

The power of death surged around Dennington, forming a layer of black, chilling shield. The moment the lightning struck, it crackled and popped. The powerful paralyzing force spread rapidly along the shield, causing him to unconsciously feel a slight stiffness and sluggishness.

But battles between the strong are ever-changing, and this seemingly insignificant advantage is enough to do many things!
Centered on Lynn, he raised his longsword, the sharp blade unleashing lightning-based divine power, and a vast electromagnetic space rapidly took shape.

Countless bolts of lightning intertwined and crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable electric grid that enveloped Dennington.

For god-level powerhouses, weapons can be used for melee combat or as staves. The key is that they are convenient and easy to use. There is no such thing as "an inch longer, an inch stronger" because everyone is not an ordinary person. Releasing energy waves, blade auras, sword auras, etc. from a distance are all routine operations.

Dennington gave a soft snort, his figure instantly merging into the thick, inky power of death, weaving through the gaps in the lightning in a bizarre way, thus dodging this round of attacks.

Taking advantage of the gap in Lynn's attack sequence, he suddenly swung his sword and unleashed a black crescent-shaped sword aura, containing an extremely cold and sinister aura, which tinged the space around him with a dark gray hue.

Without thinking, Lynn swung his sword and slashed. The instant he made contact with the sword energy, he suddenly felt a subtle, cold chill that spread from his wrist to his limbs. He remained calm and composed, instead carefully comprehending the power.

He himself also cultivates the rules of death, so he is naturally familiar with this method. However, since the opponent is a master of the rules of death, he still needs to maintain a humble attitude to comprehend it.

Dennington's long, dark blue hair danced wildly as he slashed out with his longsword. Dense black light of death, like a torrential downpour, transformed into countless illusory black snakes of souls that reached out from all directions, grabbing at Lynn.

These black soul serpents may seem illusory, but they contain eerie and ruthless soul attacks.

Lynn smiled confidently, remaining unmoved.

A fine layer of lightning formed within the sea of ​​souls, counterattacking the attacks of those soul serpents. The serpents were completely shattered the moment they touched the lightning, leaving nothing behind and posing no threat whatsoever.

The two sides went back and forth...

After several rounds of probing and exchanging blows with ordinary attacks, they figured out each other's tactics and began to get serious with their tacit understanding.

"Dennington, watch out for this next move!"

Lynn stepped in to remind him, his tone now carrying a hint of sternness.

"bring it on!"

Dennington's expression was serious. He had never fought against other Great Perfection High Gods before, so he dared not be careless. He was also well aware that this God's mysterious methods had not yet been used.

Lynn nodded, and then the next second.

"Boom——!"

The once clear sky suddenly changed color, as if the endless void had been torn apart by an invisible hand, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket surged out from it.

This lightning was no longer an ordinary attack, but rather, centered on his indestructible will, it struck Dennington with supreme majesty, as if judging all things in the world.

The pinnacle move of the Lightning element – ​​Judgment!
Dennington's expression changed drastically upon seeing this. He sensed a pressure and threat emanating from his soul. This move was extremely powerful!
In an instant, the world was shrouded in a dark gray hue, as if everything was wrapped in a decaying curtain.

In this gloom, even space itself seemed to be infused with a death curse, constantly twisting and collapsing.

Dennington's signature move - The World Loses Color!
If this were not in a small, deadly plane, but in a supreme plane or a god-like plane where a large number of living beings multiply, the scene of this move devouring countless life forces would be even greater.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lightning and the power of death collided violently in mid-air, producing a deafening roar. It was a clash of two extreme forces, and each collision caused a violent tremor in space, with spatial cracks spreading rapidly like a spider web.

Lightning, carrying the will of judgment, attempted to dispel the shadow of death, while the power of death, with its terrifying effect of turning the world colorless, continuously eroded the power of lightning, trying to drag everything into endless silence.

However, the ruling was ultimately superior in skill and depth, and after a brief stalemate, it overwhelmed the world.

"boom!"

Dennington was violently struck by the lightning and was sent flying backward like a meteorite crashing down, breaking off mountain peaks and creating a massive crater ten thousand meters deep on the black, barren land, raising billowing dust.

"That was a powerful move... I lost."

Dennington rose from the pit, waved his hand to disperse the dust, and flew up to speak frankly to Lynn.

Although he himself was unharmed, this was because of the material defense artifact. Otherwise, although this move could not have killed a Great Perfection cultivator, he would have inevitably suffered some minor injuries.

Although Dennington had only recently mastered the power of willpower, he was already well aware of it. Its effect on resisting damage was astonishing, and he had gained a clearer understanding of it through this battle with the lightning-type avatar of the main god.

It is almost impossible to separate life and death between two Great Perfections.

Even if the opponent is not an ordinary Great Perfection cultivator, but has other special methods and secret techniques, killing a Great Perfection cultivator is still extremely difficult.

Lynn smiled modestly, "You haven't been at the Great Perfection stage for long. After several million years of development, the power of that move, 'The World Loses Its Color,' can become even stronger."

He was well aware of his own uniqueness. Although his lightning-type god avatar was not a main god, his soul foundation as a transmigrator was inherently powerful, and he had also fused with the lightning law chains. These advantages were incomparable to ordinary high-level gods like Dennington.

Once his Saintly Realm avatar's physique is strengthened to the point of being comparable to a main artifact, and he unleashes all his abilities, the gap between this lightning-type divine avatar and an ordinary Great Perfection cultivator will only widen further.

Dennington smiled and nodded, but then shook his head and said, "I am very clear about my own strength. Reaching the Great Perfection is the pinnacle of my cultivation, and it is almost impossible to go any further unless there are special circumstances. Developing techniques to enhance that part of the power will only give me a slight advantage in battles against Great Perfection Upper Gods of the same level, and it is not very meaningful."

"I have a request, Lord God."

Dennington stared hopefully at Lynn, his eyes filled with intense longing and a lofty fighting spirit.

Lynn nodded and said calmly, "Go ahead and say it."

He had actually guessed Dennington's thoughts, which is a common characteristic of strong individuals.

Dennington took a deep breath, his expression very serious, and said solemnly, "I urge the Supreme God to go all out and use the special amplitude technique that the Death Projection Avatar used when we were in the material plane, so that I can see just how great the true gap between you and me really is!"

He wasn't arrogant or brainless; he just thought that even if the situation got worse, he would at least have the protection of the main artifact for material defense, so he wouldn't be killed by the main god's perfect divine avatar.

(End of this chapter)