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Chapter 649 - 407 Root of Evil_1

Chapter 649: Chapter 407 Root of Evil_1

Long ago, Owen Bertram realized that the power of evil energy might not belong to the real world at all. But at that time, his realm was too low, and this conclusion was only a guess. However, this time, Owen, now at the Sixth Great Realm, could clearly sense that behind the gap, there was another void, which might be more vast than the real Eight Desolates World.

The undying dark smoke did not belong to this world, nor did it belong to that void, but it was a product of the combination of the two.

Owen Bertram once again raised two fingers, and lightly stabbed towards the gap.

The grandeur of the "Ancient Emperor’s Nine Swords" was activated, and a huge sword appeared suddenly at the gap, trying to pierce it, but was blocked by a certain power, and could only stop at the entrance.

But the sword energy swept all around, like the wind of deadly energy, torturing the surrounding dark smoke. The dark smoke was forced to finally reveal its true form, shrinking into a ball, it swiftly burrowed into the gap, deeply rooted!

Countless black illusionary roots spread down into the gap and up into the heavens of the real world!

Greystone, observing from a distance, the dark smoke was like a very strange bundle of messy hair, continuously expanding and divide, and yet it seemed able to constantly draw power from both worlds.

"But where does their power in this world come from?" Greystone, from afar, puzzled.

Owen Bertram’s eyes were deep, but he could clearly see that in this real world, numerous roots densely intertwined, like a huge net, and within the net were faces of pain and torment, captured within and unable to break free!

These faces of agony were not souls, but they provided a huge amount of energy to these peculiar roots. If one looked closely enough, one could vaguely see a variety of sufferings that these faces had endured!

By this point, Owen Bertram could confirm: "Perry Ronald is burdened with heavy sins and has been schemed against. This Magic Wave is not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster!"

These faces of pain were people who had been sold by the master of Sharon Mansion over the past ten years. Owen saw that among these people, some were sold to the Demon Clan, becoming slaves and food; some were sold to the evil cultivators hiding in the savage forest, used as test subjects for their evil divine skills; others were sold to the Nanni Nation and the Red Clan, their fates even more miserable!

The source of these people’s suffering, was the office of the master of Sharon Mansion.

This place, was the root of these people’s suffering, was Perry Ronald’s root of evil!

The outbreak of the evil energy tide was precisely triggered by this "root", the massive peculiar roots in front of him, could be called the "Root of Evil", whose power came from the "suffering" of these people.

Spread over tens of years, the agony of hundreds of thousands of people, borrowing some higher-level power from the void on the other side of the gap, eventually turned into this terrible Root of Evil in front of him, triggering this powerful Magic Wave outbreak.

In this vast grey mist, there were no creatures turned into demons, because this Root of Evil’s strong "pain" did not allow other creatures to survive, even a tuft of grass had been thoroughly devoured by the Root of Evil, becoming a part of its own power.

Unfortunately, the power of this Root of Evil was erratic and extensive; a portion of it was in the Demon Court, a portion was with the Red Race. Even with Owen’s current strength, it was impossible to exterminate it all with a single strike at Nine Witch Demon Court and another at the Red Race.

Thus, it was quite tricky!

But if this Root of Evil was not dealt with, the evil energy would continue to generate indefinitely, and the Magic Wave would continue to expand and overflow!

Owen Bertram’s thought shifted, and countless deadly energy winds brought about tiny Sword energies, blowing from all directions, gathering from the outside to the inside, tightly surrounding the Root of Evil and the gap.

Owen’s Sword energy and the power of the Root of Evil constantly collided and consumed each other; the black smoke and the sword light shattered and then condense again. Explosions were heard without end, and sparks scattered all around.

Greystone closed his eyes, in this way, she could even more clearly perceive that two terrifying powers in front of her were constantly clashing. Their contest, its truth, and deep mysteries, had already exceeded what she, at the Fifth Realm, Third Meal, could understand...

Greystone felt fortunate. When she led her suicide squad in, she was ambitious, thinking that with the ancestral treasure, and her not weak cultivation, there was a chance to personally resolve this Magic Wave crisis.

Now, it seemed, this idea was absurdly arrogant. If it weren’t for Owen’s timely arrival, she and all her subordinates would have certainly been annihilated in this grey mist.

She remembered the so-called support troops from the East Prison Town Comfort Office, criticizing them: where had these fellows gone? Just like him, after entering, they disappeared without a trace. They were truly a bunch of wastes...

Owen Bertram wanted to contact Master Lane, but found that this place seemed to be influenced by the gap, making the Communication Talisman chaotic and uncontrollable.

"I can only rely on myself."

Did Owen have a way? He did, but it was very risky, and he was not entirely certain.

"Your Excellency?" Owen Bertram softly called in his heart, a slight wave transmitted from the Flying Sword, Owen breathed a long sigh of relief, the gap’s influence on the real world was too powerful, it could even interfere with his connection with the Seventh Level Master Lane.