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Chapter 974 - 521: Thunderbolt Strike, The Power of Fang You! (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 974: Chapter 521: Thunderbolt Strike, The Power of Fang You! (Vote for Monthly Ticket)

In the distant past, the Candela Empire collapsed, and the remnants with Candela blood were cursed by the Evil God, vanishing in a single breath.

But the vast Candela Empire still maintained itself for a while before it slowly toppled like a great edifice.

During this period, some of the imperial heritages took the form of relics, deeply buried in unknown spaces, waiting to be opened on a fated day in the future. The rest of the heritages were either destroyed by Mysterious Evil and minions of the Evil God or acquired by some human forces closely related to the Empire.

Among them, a force known as the Sanctuary obtained a large amount of technological data from the Candela Empire, as well as many ready-made rune artifacts.

Seizing this great opportunity, the Sanctuary force grew and flourished, saving countless humans in an era of rampant disasters and integrating many shattered human nations.

They also created a pure land to counter the disasters, sheltering the survivors.

The central Sanctuary, this great nation, was officially established and quickly became the leader among human forces, steadfastly holding the position of the foremost human power.

The central Sanctuary also made many contributions to the history of human alliance development.

Their lives were prosperous, their strong were numerous.

The entire Ghastly Realm was filled with uncertainty and endless crises, but none of these concerned the central Sanctuary, they were sheltered, they did not need to face the dangers of the outside world.

Until the prophecy appeared.

When disaster struck, even their pure land couldn’t protect them. They would descend into the indescribable gaze of the Evil God.

What to do?

Fight, or flee?

Undoubtedly, the latter.

The ancient ones of the Sanctuary—those in high positions or Demigods who prolonged their lives with special treasures—all remembered the fear of being dominated by the Evil God’s faction.

Now that the Evil God’s faction was about to sweep over, how could they muster the will to resist? The great Candela Empire had already fallen! And they are clearly inferior to the Candela Empire.

However, they were not unprepared.

They had long proposed the Ark of Salvation plan, but the research had been slow. Only with the Saint Lord’s prophecy of the impending disaster did the majority of the Sanctuary forces concentrate, and the construction speed of the Ark of Salvation also increased.

According to their calculations, they had the ability to set sail before the complete onslaught of the catastrophe.

But,

Ancient beings infiltrated the central Sanctuary, coveting their Ark of Salvation, forcing it to set sail prematurely.

Subsequently, the ark shattered.

"The will of heaven is not with our Sanctuary."

"But, was it really just a bit short?"

Bathed in radiance, the White Robed Saint Lord, almost completely transformed into light, mocked himself.

"Three elders and seven Demigods have been eroded and corrupted without realizing it; even without ancient life forms coveting the Ark, it was never truly possible for the Ark of Salvation to set sail."

"Perhaps, all along, it was our pride, my pride that was too great."

"What if we had paid more attention to the humans outside, bringing some talented individuals into the Sanctuary, would the outcome have been different?"

He didn’t know.

He no longer had a chance to find out.

He suffered a fatal sneak attack, and even though he unleashed his great power taking away three utterly unfamiliar elders, his Law Divine Physique was about to give out.

In 12 seconds, his body would completely collapse, utterly disappearing from space and time.

Without a trace left behind.

But before that...

The earth cracked open with rifts tens of thousands of kilometers long, buildings collapsed, countless ordinary people fled in panic. A gaze that crossed space rested on a red-haired youth with an expressionless face.

The gaze sharpened progressively.

An invisible force descended across space.

The red-haired youth’s complexion shifted dramatically, his body gradually flattened, as if to be crushed into a piece of thin paper.

He roared, showing his true form.

He was a giant thousands of meters tall, his body covered with red scales, enormous wings stretched out behind him, but...

His frenzied energy could not disperse.

His roars were as if silenced.

The giant struggled, but his body flattened ever more with cracks spreading across, endless light bursting from within the crevices.

He shattered.

In just a few seconds.

The White Robed Saint Lord then turned his gaze towards another ancient being that had sabotaged their Ark plan, extended his hand, and his power enveloped from above.

Boom!

"The future..."

He looked past the Sanctuary, at the gray, obscured world.

The Divine Body burst into pieces.

...

The central Sanctuary was in complete disarray.

The Ark’s launch failed, the foundation "Eternal Pure Land" was damaged, causing the extensive land of the Sanctuary to lose its protection.

On the periphery of the Sanctuary, beyond the continuous towering walls, the gray mist rapidly spread, devouring the Sanctuary’s land.

Hideous and eerie creatures emerged from the mist, pouncing towards the wall’s defenders.

But the Sanctuary’s land was vast, and it would take some time for the mist to completely engulf the territory, so the crisis was not immediately dire.

More urgently, the land of the Sanctuary was like a broken vessel sinking swiftly.

Cracks, abyssal in nature, continued to spread.

Thirteen provinces were like storm-tossed solitary boats.

And the leaders of the Sanctuary, the three elders, had all fallen.

Thirteen governors and the remaining Demigods, apart from those who had fallen or been corrupted, scarcely amounted to a handful.

Chaos was inevitable.

Even more so, if things continued, the entire central Sanctuary would be destroyed, reduced to dust in history.

The downfall of the Sanctuary could not be stopped.

Half-Gods like the King of the old Red Sands at the Sanctuary’s border were shocked, dazed, confused.

"What exactly happened?"