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The familiar pain shot through his limbs, and he gritted his teeth, forcing the muffled groan back down into his stomach.

Black lines greedily crawled up his arm, scales swirling and tumbling. Just as his power reached its peak, Guan Jinyue moved.

She brought her hands together, silver light swirling in her palms, and slashed down at the same spot on the chains, creating a silver blade several times more solid than before that sliced ​​through space.

Chen Guan's attack followed closely behind. His demonized arm swung a scythe, the black blade imbued with the power of divinity, and precisely struck the rift torn open by the silver light blade.

boom.

This time, the impact was much sharper.

The sacred silver runes shone brightly, as if they were being targeted by two natural enemies at the same time.

Two completely different forces formed a deadly tacit understanding.

Click.

The jagged crack on the chain's surface was torn even wider.

Cracks instantly spread across the entire chain.

Neither of them showed any sign of stopping, frantically squeezing out the last bit of energy from their bodies and continuously pouring it into their attacks.

This time, it was a few seconds faster than last time.

With a mournful cry that shook the earth, the second dark gold chain snapped.

As the shockwave swept in, Chen Guan was prepared this time. He dug his sickle deep into a crack in the ground to avoid being thrown out.

But his world was once again ripped away.

The crimson sky was shrouded in thick smoke and dust.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer cold and hard, but rather collapsed palaces and shattered boulders.

The City of Ashes.

It had become a burning inferno.

Countless demons howled and fled, and the entire city crumbled amidst violent tremors.

Chen Guan's gaze involuntarily lifted.

Above the sky, a figure was falling rapidly, like a star being shot down.

It's Bar.

The arrogant and unruly young demon god from the previous illusion was now covered in blood, and the black flames burning behind him were as dim as a flickering candle.

Boom!

His body smashed through a tall tower and crashed heavily into the plaza below, causing the entire City of Ashes to tremble violently.

A bottomless crater appeared in the center of the city.

The surviving demons let out desperate cries, calling out to their god in a language he could not understand.

Chen Guan's gaze was forcibly pulled upwards again, past the thick smoke, and he saw the ringleader.

It was the man with the staff.

On the other side of the sky, another figure floated, with twelve wings behind him that blotted out the sun.

It is Astaroth.

His condition was also poor; even his wings were stained red. He roared something, but it was completely inaudible.

The scene ended there, then shattered with a loud crash.

"call……"

Chen Guan suddenly bent over and coughed violently, large mouthfuls of blood gushing from his mouth, staining the ground in front of him red.

My body can no longer feel pain; it's numb.

He forced himself to lift his head, looking over his shoulder at the center of the huge spherical space.

The pillar of light, composed of countless chains, dimmed considerably because two of the chains had broken.

Before that dim light, in the previously empty void, a wisp of extremely faint black smoke appeared out of thin air and was slowly gathering.

The swirling black smoke outlined a blurry human figure leaning against the void.

Its outline was so faint, like air deformed by baking, yet you could still clearly see its lazy, just-woke-up posture.

It's no longer just a voice in your head.

Baal's figure appeared in reality.

"continue."

After gritting his teeth and adding ten points of strength, Chen Guan said that the two of them stopped in front of the third chain and exchanged a brief glance, which only signaled that they were about to make their move.

This time, Chen Guan made the first move.

He released the pressure on the black mark in his palm again, allowing the violent power to wash over his body for the third time.

The excruciating pain, burning through his bones like magma, seeped into his limbs and bones. He gritted his teeth and forced the muffled groan back down into his stomach.

The black patterns were even more greedy than before, instantly covering his arm. The jet-black scales savagely tore through his skin and rolled out, carrying the smell of burning flesh.

Just as his power reached its peak, Guan Jinyue moved.

She brought her hands together, silver light swirling in her palms, and slashed down at the same spot on the chains, creating a silver blade several times more solid than before that sliced ​​through space.

Chen Guan's attack followed closely behind. His demonized arm swung a scythe, the black blade carrying immense power, smashing into the crack torn open by the silver light blade.

boom.

The third dark gold chain snapped.

The shockwave from the break sent the two of them staggering backward, and Chen Guan's vision flashed back for the third time.

The flashback sent a chill down his spine.

Corpses littered the ground.

The corpses of demons were piled up like mountains, in various shapes, with ugly smiles frozen on their faces.

The man holding the staff was also dead; he lay beside the shattered staff.

His face was still indistinct, but he was completely devoid of life. His abdomen was ripped open, and his internal organs were spilling out onto the ground.

In front of the corpse stood Baal, who looked like a young boy.

He held a pulsating black flame in his hand, his expression utterly empty, and his once arrogant and haughty eyes held nothing at all.

Centered on Him, the same black flames are burning throughout the entire city of ashes.

The magnificent palace collapsed in the fire, and countless demons let out their final wails in the flames before turning to ashes.

Astaroth vanished without a trace, leaving only Baal in the world, and the destruction He had ignited that swept through the entire kingdom.

The screen shattered with a crash.

"Cough, cough cough."

Chen Guan suddenly bent over and coughed violently; he tasted the strong smell of blood.

Warm liquid welled up from his nasal cavity, dripping onto the grayish-white ground and spreading into a small patch of dark red.

He didn't stop, the fourth chain.

Attack, collapse.

This time the scene was brief. He saw Baal alone, sitting on the burning throne, surrounded by towering flames and collapsing temples, His figure amidst the flames.

The fifth chain.

Attack, collapse.

Baal closed his eyes, and in that instant, the black flames of the entire City of Ashes seemed to be extinguished by an invisible hand, and ashes fell like snowflakes from the crimson sky.

The sixth one.

Attack, collapse.

In the scene, Baal, shrouded in black mist, stands before the ruins of the throne. Thousands of silver runes surge wildly from his body, transforming into solid chains that imprison him layer by layer.

Before Him stood a person whose face was obscured, watching Him complete this astonishing act of self-sealing.

Six memories, like six bolts of lightning, struck Chen Guan's brain hard.

He felt a buzzing in his ears, and the sounds of the world were rapidly fading away, leaving only a deafening roar.