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Chapter 586 - 380: The Mentor Arrives!_3

Chapter 586: Chapter 380: The Mentor Arrives!_3

This is a disparity in power.

It is the gap between some divine traits and a Demigodly Physique that has already been forged.

At this time, a sinister servant of the Evil God set its sights on them, and a chilling cold rushed at their faces.

Originally, it was Xi Guang Your Excellency from the Oasis forces who was holding off Mysterious Evil of the Disaster Source Level, preventing this fearsome Mysterious Evil from harming the surroundings, but at this moment, he was the one being fiercely held back by the Mysterious Evil.

Meanwhile, the distant servant of the Evil God was about to begin harvest mode.

"We’re doomed!"

The already dire situation just got worse.

Xi Guang the Demigod’s brows knitted tightly.

Of course, the Ancient Moon Dynasty had more than just one Demigod and other hidden powers; however, they might not arrive in time, and the surrounding rituals had the ability to block the transmission of messages.

To deal with a Demigod, the conventional ultimate artifacts were no longer effective.

There were unconventional methods too!

The reason why the Ancient Moon Dynasty could stand at the pinnacle of the Shattered Sea, transcending numerous super Oasis forces for countless years, was not merely strength but also patronage.

The Scarlet Lotus Empire, the Ancient Moon Dynasty, and the Seven Stars Alliance, each symbolized a sign.

Sun! Moon! Stars!

Paying a price to gain assistance from an ancient and hidden existence was the choice they could make when they had no choice left!

And now, the time had come.

Once more than ten mythological beings fell here, the whole Shattered Sea would tremble violently.

Xi Guang the Demigod compared several methods and found that only this one might be quick enough.

There was no time left for hesitation!

He gritted his teeth, crushed a moon-silver pendant hanging in front of his chest, and began to chant some ancient and mysterious melody.

The melody was melodious, cleansing the soul.

However, this also required time, at least a few minutes.

For a few minutes, the mythological beings could only rely on themselves to get through!

......

"Can we, can we hold on?"

"I don’t think so... He, he’s targeting us now!"

The terrifying gaze pierced through the murky waters, landing on several of the mythological beings.

In an instant, they felt as if wrapped by black lines, which were like snakes twisting in the shadows, trying to burrow into their bodies, gnawing at their flesh and souls.

A giant of ten thousand meters broke through space and appeared.

He reached out, and in that moment, his hand became infinitely large as if encompassing an entire world.

At this moment, the Netherworld Island Master understood why that mythological being had been caught almost without resistance.

His soul trembled, unable to muster much will to resist.

He could only run, but no matter how he tried, he could not escape the range of this sky-covering giant hand.

"Boom—"

Thunder and firelight erupted, as if half the world was ablaze.

The sky-covering giant hand staggered for a moment, then swept over their heads, emptying the ten thousand meters of seawater above, leaving a vast vacuum area that was filled with cascading filthy water from all directions within two to three seconds, creating a "whooshing" sound.

They were like fleas scurrying awkwardly beneath the feet of a colossal elephant.

A slight misstep would mean death with no place for their bodies to rest.

But even this tenacious holding on, it was clear, could not last long.

The entire time, all they could do was run, run, run, thought the deeply despondent Island Master and the two nameless common gods.

"What do we do, we’re going to die, we’re going to die!"

"Hold on, if we can hold on there’s still a chance! The four dominant forces have prepared a rapid support force, as long as we hold out, we can wait for reinforcements!"

So said the old god, Haoran Sword Saint.

But how easy was it to hold on? There’s a limit to what gods can endure! This limit cannot be changed simply because they wished it.

They had no retreat left.

This time, there were three gigantic hands covering the sky coming from left, right, and center, closing in from all three sides.

"I’m done for, I’m done for, I’m done for, this Empress hasn’t even made a name for herself in the Ghastly Realm yet!"

"Don’t give up! Let this old man try, to block this giant hand!"

That’s what he said, but Xing Jing Lei didn’t have much confidence either.

However, in his dictionary, there was no such word as despair. What kind of situation was this anyway? Back in the day, before he had joined the organization, when he was nothing more than an insignificant Mysterious Evil Hunter, he had faced many more situations of despair and still he had survived them all!

The giant hand crashed down.

Within the closing and increasingly constricted world, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Suddenly, specks of golden light appeared before Xing Jing Lei and began to slowly... deceptively quickly gather together.

"What is this...?"

"Is this divine descent?"

Chen Tianxuan exclaimed in surprise.

The power of divine descent is considerably high-ranking; many rituals and ceremonies cannot block it, but... what of divine descent?

A divine descent incarnation is only equivalent to the weakest of myths, and it’s the same for demigod descents! It can’t change the situation at all.

Many gods had thoughts racing through their minds. Their memories flashed through their minds like a rapidly advancing slideshow, and the specks of light coalesced into a real figure.

A figure clad in a white robe, with his back to them, barely discernible as male, emerged from the golden light.

He seemed to glance slightly upward, casting a brief look at the enormous hands from all sides.

Then, the white-robed entity clasped his hands together.

Bang—!

An image of a vast heavenly tree emerged behind the white-robed entity. This tree shadow seemed to be hundreds of meters high, perhaps even taller, as if it was propping up this constricted world.

"But it’s useless, even if this is the avatar of a high-ranking being descending, it has no effect. He is even much more fragile than any of the myths present here!"

Lady Gong and Elder Nanli both saw this unexpected figure.

They paid it no mind as they poured all their energy into desperately attacking the outer ritual black lines. They merely glanced with the corner of their eyes, feeling pity for the few myths there, but as they watched...

Within the enclosing giant hands, brown tendrils and tender green shoots began to grow.

Then, suddenly, a tree too indescribable to capture in words, seemingly like the World Tree itself, propped up the gigantic hands. In an instant, the once filthy seabed became overrun with vibrant green.

Turning the sea into land, turning land into forests.

In the center of the forest stood the World Tree, reaching the heavens above and the Netherworld below. Before this tree of infinite size, a white-robed figure, shrouded in a faint golden glow and with an indistinct appearance, kept his hands together and let out a long, yearning sigh.

"Sigh..."