My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 648 - 406: Access to the Outer Regions_4

Chapter 648: Chapter 406: Access to the Outer Regions_4

However, Owen Bertram knew very well that this was not just a well opening; it was a crack through which this world had been torn apart!

On the other side of the crack, it was impossible to tell where it led, but from within the gap came a terrifying sensation of falling and sinking. It seemed that no matter what entered – physical entities, souls, or even a wave or a ray of light – once they entered the gap, they would just keep falling, never reaching the bottom!

Somehow, Owen Bertram suddenly thought of a place: Hell?!

The Abyss?!

Netherworld?!

Yet from such a place, a gray-black claw suddenly reached out. Owen Bertram’s perception of the gap immediately changed, as if an immense force was attempting to spit out the owner of this claw!

But soon after the first claw emerged, a second, a third, and a fourth followed... Countless claws stretched out in quick succession.

Although the crack was enormous, the claws were also thick and sturdy. It was unclear how so many claws could emerge from such a limited gap. At this moment, the evil energy and Demonic Transformation power around the crack surged. An ordinary Cultivator would be Demonic Transformed just by a glance at the scene.

Even for Owen Bertram, who was in the Sixth Great Realm, waves of dizziness overwhelmed him, and he felt extremely uncomfortable all over.

Owen Bertram shouted sharply, and the thunder and fire power burst out. Thick Thunder Lights entwined with High-Level Spirit Fire, eighteen in total, stabbed towards the crack.

However, the surrounding sword-shaped giant stones, like the spikes on a cactus, densely closed in as if covering and protecting the crack like petals.

The power of the thunder and fire shattered these giant stones, but new ones grew from the ground, layer upon layer pushing upward. Owen Bertram knew that he had no time to lose, so he held up two fingers vertically in front of him. Amid the thunder and fire power, strands of sword energy suddenly rose!

Yet before Owen Bertram could take action, the giant stones suddenly exploded from within. The claws that were frantically squeezing out of the gap were sprayed out as if they were directly shattered by the explosive force. However, as countless debris danced in the air, they transformed into a burst of black smoke with a "whoosh"!

The black smoke dispersed and then condensed, and with another "whoosh," it transformed into a set of huge claws, landing on the ground with a series of clicks and clatters!

Behind those claws was a diffuse black smoke connected to the demon-like shapes changing within, always on the brink of materializing.

Owen Bertram sensed a certain power and his face changed. Turning his palm, a Great Seal materialized with a rumble in the sky above. The Great Seal Apparition enveloped and temporarily suppressed the strange claws and the crack.

Owen Bertram leaped forward, approaching Greystone in haste, and demanded, "How long has Perry Ronald been gathering the displaced people?"

Greystone was still recollecting when Owen impatiently shouted, "Hurry up and say it!"

Greystone trembled and blurted out, "At least fifteen years! Perry Ronald used to be a Prescott in Sharon Mansion. Back then, this place was just a Prescott Group. Thanks to Lin Ronald’s connections, Perry got promoted to a revered Lord, and this place became a revered Lord’s estate. When he was still a Prescott, he already started gathering the displaced and even sent people to spread rumors in surrounding counties to attract them to join!"

Owen Bertram gritted his teeth, "For more than ten years, at least 200,000 displaced people have been gathered. This damn thing!" Owen Bertram withdrew, and the heroic Female General Greystone rarely revealed a young girl’s appearance, pouting her mouth, her eyes filled with grievances, "So fierce..."

Owen Bertram returned to the crack, raised his hand, and called back his Great Seal Apparition, fearing it would be contaminated by the evil energy in the gray mist if exposed for too long.

Owen Bertram stared intently at the crack while the surrounding claws crawled automatically, swarming and charging at him. They turned into black smoke with a "puff" and floated by Owen’s side, then with another "puff," they condensed into a row and grabbed at him.

Owen Bertram shook his head slightly, and the sword-shaped tools beside him suddenly exploded, like fireworks blooming in the night sky. The claws were successively shattered, but with a series of "puffs," they turned into black smoke and escaped several hundred yards away, slowly condensing into new shapes.

"Treating the symptoms, not the root cause," Owen Bertram understood in his heart.