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Chapter 1217 - 1217 610 Annihilations Omen (4000)_2

Chapter 1217: 610 Annihilation’s Omen (4000)_2 Chapter 1217: 610 Annihilation’s Omen (4000)_2 However, what it encountered was Casio, who had mastered the Annihilation Sound Blast Death Tooth Soldier. The destructive cutting force of this weapon, with its suppressive power against immortality characteristics, was even more exaggerated than the complete Southern Dou’s power alone. It was just like the scene just moments ago; Casio threw a punch that directly perforated the Golden Power. Its brass mine-like heavy body felt as flimsy as paper.

“It is my slaughter knife, a slaughter knife specialized for killing the Ultimate Dark Entities!”

Casio’s hands continuously flickered with glowing phantasms, shaped like the spiked Annihilation Sound Blast Death Tooth Soldier, tightly fitting over the contours of his fingers. Slowly clenching his fist, he felt a surge of overwhelming force, already contemplating his second prey.

At that moment, an unusual disturbance occurred at the nearby Calamity Source Spring.

The spring, endlessly spewing thick catastrophe mud in all directions, all of a sudden started to bubble. Visible to the naked eye, more catastrophe mud and Catastrophe Energy burst forth violently, scattering in all directions like flowers dispersed by a goddess. The thick catastrophe turned the air into a turbid black color.

“The power of Sacred Fist has disappeared, so the Calamity Source Spring is no longer restrained?”

Casio stepped forward, directly heading toward the position of the spring’s eye. His body radiated a holy white light, and behind him, the air seemed to ripple in patterns similar to water bird feathers. This formidable aura split the advancing mud on the ground, forcibly dividing it into two halves.

Dozens of seconds passed, and Casio stood at the edge of the spring’s eye, looking at the pitch-black hole, resembling a black hole. He released a Seas of Sacred Fist Power, contending and consuming against the Catastrophe Energy of the Calamity Source Spring. After a while, Casio realized that the eruption of the Calamity Source Spring and the disappearance of Sacred Fist Power did not seem to be related. Instead, it followed a cyclical pattern.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the spring’s eye, waiting and feeling the shifts in energy.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

“A spiral growth trend? The Calamity Source Spring erupts periodically, alternating between calm periods and brief bursts. After each burst, the average level of Catastrophe Energy during the calm periods rises. If this continues…” Casio instantly realized something.

“Catastrophe Tidal…”

Over a hundred years ago, that era of annihilation and chaos was born primarily due to an unprecedented grand Catastrophe Tidal. Ultimate Dark Entities raged, the passage between two realms opened, and the Lightless Night descended upon the Real World.

“The energy of the Calamity Source Spring is accelerating in growth. Could it be that after that grand Catastrophe Tidal, the Real World suffered even more severe erosion? Leading the entire trend to accelerate toward an abyssal plummet, the speed getting faster and faster? Just over a hundred years have passed… and the Catastrophe Tidal is about to descend again?”

Casio’s eyes revealed a heavy gaze, filled with contemplation and speculation.

“If the Catastrophe Tidal is to descend, Xiadu will definitely not let go of this chance. It has already opened a door of Heaven’s Gateway, releasing one-third of its entity. Now, with this opportunity, Xiadu will surely reopen the seal of Heaven’s Gateway, allowing its entity to completely return! While the White Bird Sacred Fist has already burnt out and fallen, the prospects for Blood Vulture Dominant Fist are not looking optimistic, and the situation with Sonic Snake Extreme Fist is still unclear. Many Sacred Fists in these hundred years have probably lost heavily, just like the one just now. We cannot rely on others…”

“I can only rely on myself.”

He immediately recognized the reality and understood the severity of the situation.

Casio suddenly stood up, leaving this calamity source and darting toward another direction in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. He planned to find another calamity source to see if the general situation matched his speculation.

The sky was dim, uncountable time had passed.

Just like the first time, Casio repeated his old technique, tracking various clues to find the calamity source. Hard work pays off; at the boundary between the jet-black mountains and rivers and the Deathly Quiet Rain Area of the World of Calamities, he finally found the source.

Here, the dark creatures possessing Totem Power were quite dense, a high ratio indeed. Even if it wasn’t influenced by Totem King Casaleis, it was certainly another Dark Ultimate Level totem power holder. Casio darted between the mountain peaks, diving towards the calamity source like a fighter plane.

Whoosh!

High above the dark sky, a white meteor tore through the heavy curtain.

He looked down from on high, spotting dense black cocoons as well as clusters of powerful wild beasts gathering in the breeding zone for dark creatures. However, he did not see the massive silhouette of any Dark Ultimate Entity, neither unfamiliar Dark Ultimate Entities nor totem kings like giant gargoyles. Casio gazed at the vast lake formed by the calamity mud in front of him.

He seemed to realize something and, without hesitation, punched down.

The force, as tremendous as a mountain collapsing into the sea, roared and sent millions of tons of calamity mud flying away. The scenery below instantly came into view. This was a huge, unimaginably deep pit, strikingly in the shape of a human fist! It’s conceivable that the blow from that time had flattened how many mountains, shattered the earth’s crust, and carried the tyrannical will of the Dominant Fist to its end.

Casio could feel the same origin, the aura of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist on the fist imprint. Utterly tyrannical, unmatched in pushing against the odds. No mistake, this was the place where the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist and the Totem King had faced each other years ago. But now, both parties were gone without a trace, and the standoff ended, leaving what outcome?

Had Totem King Casaleis been defeated?

Or was it the Blood Vulture…

Casio paced step by step to the bottom of the pit, maintaining his awareness of the surroundings. There, incredibly, lay a pair of Iron Wings, gigantic beyond belief. They were now severely deformed, battered to the verge of collapse. This was one of the Totem King’s core totems, the Dragon Wings behind him, battered to this degree. It seemed a pinnacle-level battle had taken place.

“Traces of a life-and-death battle, even if no victor or death resulted, surely meant a critically injured state. If I could find the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist and he hadn’t completely fallen, perhaps I could use the life vibration energy to help maintain his condition! Of course, if I could find Totem King Casaleis, the result would be the opposite. A desperately injured Totem King, and if I burst out all-out, maybe I’d stand a chance…” Casio’s eyes flickered, and thoughts quickly raced through his mind.

“But finding these two wouldn’t be so simple. If they were critically injured, they certainly wouldn’t stay in one place. They would find an extremely hidden place and cover their tracks. Relying on luck would be difficult…”

He shook his head, only able to keep this idea in mind. If he really stumbled upon good fortune, whether encountering the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist or the Totem King, it would be a blessing. Of course, he preferred to encounter the Blood Vulture Dominant Fist.

That time in the underground dark creature experiment field in Florence, the powers bestowed to Casio were tremendously beneficial, propelling him onto a path of rapid progress.

The Blood Vulture Dominant Fist could be considered half a teacher to him.

“…”

After a moment of silence, Casio walked out of the abyss straight to the underground. His power and aura retracted, and the continuous outpour of catastrophe sludge began filling the lake again. He lingered here for a short while before quickly leaving.

The two Calamity Source Springs matched Casio’s previous speculations.

It seemed, indeed, the next Catastrophe Tidal was about to come.

And he had a bad premonition.

This Catastrophe Tidal might be even more massive than the last.

In the World of Calamities’ air, a feeling of restless and agitated animation was gradually accumulating. When it reached the critical point, it would suddenly burst forth.

“Continue hunting, achieve the goal.”

A flash of cold ruthlessness and bloodthirst crossed Casio’s eyes as he silently thought.

“After returning to the Real World, use ‘Legendary Antiques Retrospection.’ The Obsession Energy collected by the Magical Golem Sect this time should be sufficient.” He had an idea that might allow him to maximize the use of his Retrospective Ability.

Whoosh, a black silhouette skimmed over the Lake’s surface and vanished in an instant.

In the World of Calamities, on the Night of the Red Moon, herds of wild beasts roared and dark creatures stirred with bloodlust. In the plains and mountains, one could see the frenzied surge of beast tides, slaughtering each other, seemingly losing all reason. Brutality and savagery at its extreme.

However, on a vast open plain under the high-shining Blood Moon.

Not a single dark creature ran here, even the beast tides passed by far away, daring not to come close or linger here.

Looking across the broad wilderness.

A gigantic beast akin to a sprawling mountain range lay on the ground, its huge head listlessly hanging down, its body covered with canyon-like deep and wide scars. Blood flowed profusely, converging into a crimson, deathly still lake.

Zooming in, atop the giant beast’s head, there was notably a tiny figure sitting cross-legged. Both hands glowing, carrying an unparalleled sharpness.

The corner of his mouth slightly lifted, carrying a hint of eagerness before a feast.

“Occasional overindulgence isn’t too bad…”