Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 330 You can't save Parthenon!

Zeus's roar still echoed between heaven and earth when his giant hand, wrapped with billions of bolts of lightning, suddenly clenched!

Endless lightning power gathered from the void, and the crackling destructive energy was highly compressed and condensed, instantly transforming into a giant lightning spear over a hundred meters long!

The Thunder Spear was entirely composed of a blend of blazing white and golden blue, with violent arcs of electricity crackling at its tip!
"Boom——!"

Then Zeus exerted a sudden burst of strength in his arm and hurled the thunderous spear toward "Isaac," which had been taken over by the will of Ventae!

Wherever the lightning spear passed, space was torn apart, leaving a twisted scorch mark. Deafening sonic booms echoed in layers, and the entire sky seemed to let out a mournful cry!
Faced with this lightning-fast, imperial strike.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Yi Zhi Sha's (Wen Tai) deep, cold eyes.

He manipulated this temporary body, rapidly raising his hands and drawing several mysterious and complex dark runes with his fingers flying across the page.

In an instant, the space in front of her distorted violently, and endless dark energy surged out from beneath Izusa's feet, forming an incredibly thick "wall of darkness" that stood out from nowhere!
"Boom!!!"

The lightning spear slammed violently against the wall of darkness!
Blazing white lightning intertwined and tore at absolute darkness, unleashing a terrifying energy storm!

The wall of darkness trembled violently, its surface rippling with countless waves, but it managed to barely withstand the ferocious attack.

However, that unparalleled impact could not be completely neutralized by a single energy wall.

A terrifying thrust came from across the space, causing "Yizhisha" to shudder violently and turn pale. Although Wen Tai was in control, the physical strain was real. She slid backward uncontrollably for hundreds of meters before stabilizing, her feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

If Dark King Wentai were to descend in his true form, with his current strength, dealing with several Golden Titans would likely be a piece of cake.

However, at this moment, he was only relying on a trace of his imprint left deep in Yizhisha's soul in his early years and the dark contract, and he was forcibly sending down a wisp of his will across endless planes. The power he could mobilize was completely insufficient, and he was also limited by the carrying capacity of Yizhisha's body itself.

With the balance of power shifting, let alone dealing with the five emperors, even facing Zeus in a state of rage alone would be extremely difficult.

Just as "Vente" was forced back by Zeus's attack and his breath hitched slightly.

Soraka, who had been standing silently on Zeus's shoulder, observing coldly, finally spoke again.

Her voice was ethereal and calm, yet carried a sense of judgment, clearly piercing through the clamor of the battlefield:
"You can't save Parthenon."

As if to provide the cruelest footnote to her assertion—

On the other side of the battlefield, Hades, who had been encroaching with the mist, suddenly increased the intensity and range of his attacks!

The viscous, liquid-like mist, like a tsunami that had come to life, suddenly rushed towards an elder of the Parthenon Forbidden Spell who was doing his best to maintain it.

The old man's surging aura of forbidden magic power rapidly dissipated before the Emperor's Nether Mist!
The protective magic was completely corroded, and the dark mist permeated his limbs and bones.

Everyone could only watch helplessly as his body rapidly turned ashen and shriveled, his eyes lost all their light, and he finally fell straight down from the sky, his life extinguished!
At the same time, Poseidon and Hestia launched a fierce counterattack.

Facing several black-robed figures who were fearless and attempted to stop him with self-destructive attacks, Poseidon coldly raised his hand. The water vapor in the air instantly condensed into countless crystal-clear, yet incredibly sharp, water prisms—"Water Spirit Execution!"
These prisms refracted and cut at a speed beyond visual perception. The two black-robed men at the forefront had no time to react effectively. Their defensive magic, along with their bodies, was cut into countless neat pieces, and their blood was purified and evaporated by the ultimate power of water elements before it could even be spilled.

On Poseidon's vast, ocean-like body, only a few shallow black burn marks remained.

On the other side, Hestia's eternal furnace erupted, engulfing the dark creature that tried to approach her, along with two black-robed figures, into a raging inferno.

That flame was no ordinary fire; it contained the dual divine power of purification and destruction. Dark creatures turned to ashes upon touching it, and the defenses that the two black-robed men had painstakingly built with their magic only lasted for a moment before shattering and being burned to nothingness amidst their shrill screams.

The distant Silvermoon Titan Kings—the twin crowned Titan brothers wielding spears and shields—uttered a deep, rhythmic roar, like a battle command.

The Titan Legion, which was initially in disarray due to the attack by the dark creatures, quickly regrouped upon hearing the sound.

They no longer charged recklessly, but instead moved with heavy, unified steps, covering each other and advancing steadily, like an unstoppable moving mountain range, gradually compressing Parthenon's last line of defense.

And Soraka, the goddess of the stars, once again demonstrated her worth.

With a gentle wave of her slender hand, streaks of brilliant, warm starlight, like a trickling stream or a galaxy descending from the heavens, fell precisely upon the wounded Titans.

Whether it's wounds corroded by dark magic or bodies shattered by the aftershocks of forbidden spells, they all heal and regenerate at a visible speed under the starlight!
With the tides turning and the tides shifting, the Titan army's offensive not only did not weaken, but became even more ferocious and fearless thanks to reliable healing and reinforcements, and quickly regained an overwhelming advantage.

Parthenon's defenses are in dire straits, and collapse seems imminent.

"Wen Tai" watched all this through Yi Zhi Sha's eyes, and a strong sense of resentment and anger welled up from the depths of his cold will.

He tried to rally his forces again, even if it meant creating more disruptions.

However, in the instant his thoughts stirred, a calm yet incredibly sharp gaze swept across the battlefield and locked onto him once again—it was Soraka.

She remained standing there, surrounded by starlight, her eyes as deep as the universe, as if she had already seen through all his intentions and limits.

An invisible, terrifying aura, far surpassing the power of Zeus's thunder, pressed down from afar, causing Wen Tai's will to suddenly falter.

He clearly realized that at this moment, he was no match for this mysterious goddess of the starry sky.

Any rash action could invite her merciless and devastating attack, and might even affect the important vessel that is Yizhisha.

Endless anger and a deep sense of powerlessness intertwined.

He could only watch helplessly as the Parthenon crumbled under the Titans' rampage, watching everything he had planned and even sacrificed to protect come to an end, while he himself was suppressed by the enemy and unable to move!

This humiliation and anger were undoubtedly an unprecedented torment for a king who ruled the dark dimension.

(End of this chapter)