Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1067 - 1067 437 Invincible Immortal Gold Body

Chapter 1067: Chapter 437 Invincible Immortal Gold Body, Ancient Relics_4 Chapter 1067: Chapter 437 Invincible Immortal Gold Body, Ancient Relics_4 “`

Crackle Crackle!! In the brief standoff under the Eight Desolations Heaven-Opening Halberd, cracks began to spread over Brut’s left arm, swiftly covering the entire limb.

“How is this possible!” Brut roared in shock and rage. His Invincible Golden Body, which he had prepared for decades, failed to withstand even a single halberd strike from his opponent.

Boom! The moment his left arm exploded, Brut swung his mountainous right arm, and with a mighty sweep, blasted everything in its path, compressing the space into layers of transparent shockwaves.

Boom! Jack Clark, with the seven-hundred-meter-long black-gold battle halberd in hand, barred the massive golden palm in front of him, his figure unshaken.

“You are too weak.”

With that faint voice, Jack flicked his wrist, and instantly a vast, ocean-like force burst forth, repelling Brut several kilometers away.

And in the instant Brut stepped back, Jack’s four arms formed a seal, while from his empty left hand emanated a soul fluctuation that struck terror into Brut.

Boom!

The world darkened in Brut’s eyes. Within his soul’s darkened perspective, a black seal as vast as the heavens fell from above, its invisible oppressive aura freezing his divine soul in place.

Within this heaven-destroying and earth-shattering black seal, a faintly visible microcosm spun, emitting an aura of profound mystery.

At this moment, with his soul suppressed and unable to move, Brut emitted a roar full of rage and despair: “Why, according to the alliance’s rules, has no one come to rescue me for so long!!”

Boom!

The three-thousand-meter-tall golden giant shook, the golden light in its eyes dimmed, and Jack Clark, with a single strike, shattered its soul source, or what one might call its divine soul.

Just then, a vast will, bearing the pressure of the Main God, descended along the network of the Divine Gods Alliance, its voice indifferent: “This is a private feud between you, the Demon God Alliance, and him. It is not appropriate for us to intervene.”

“I cannot accept this!”

Boom! As his divine soul dissipated, Brut’s massive body collapsed like a mountain, thundering to the ground and causing the earth to tremble and dust to billow.

Countless golden lights sparkled on his body, turning into a dense Heavenly Energy that dissipated into the air and gradually formed a mountain range over three thousand meters in length.

Meanwhile, the entire Divine Realm quaked, as streams of gold solidity law power dissipated, making the whole world seem suddenly more vibrant.

That was the power of Heaven and Earth, previously suppressed by the law of gold solidity, now restoring its normal “order”.

“His realm is clearly at the early Mythical Stage, how can he be so powerful!?”

Hundreds of kilometers above the Firmament, more than a dozen alien deity wills, having arrived early through the network of the Divine Gods Alliance to witness the battle, were shaken and horrified.

As a veteran Mythical powerhouse, Brut’s defense was notably strong even within the Divine Gods Alliance.

Although he had rarely left the Divine Realm in recent years, when he first joined the Divine Gods Alliance, a Mythical Peak powerhouse from a different race came to challenge him.

At that time, Brut was at the Mid-Mythical Stage, and with the blessing and suppression of the Divine Realm, that alien powerhouse could only exert the strength of the Late Mythical Stage.

Yet despite being attacked by that alien powerhouse, Brut remained utterly immovable.

Decades have passed, and Brut’s cultivation has broken through to the Late Mythical Stage. Moreover, just now he ignited his Origin to gather all the power of gold from the Divine Realm into an Eternal Golden Body, making his defense even more terrifying.

The intangible essence of solidity that spread out impressed even them, hundreds of kilometers away, as something that not even a newly advanced Main God could breach.

But such a mighty defense and solid true body lasted only two moves in the hands of that early Myth human king before being obliterated.

At this moment, these watching alien deities even found themselves questioning their own existence.

“Could it be that we are false Mythical Powerhouses?”

They all stood at the Mythical Stage, yet why could that human be so powerful, possessing combat prowess at the Main God-level despite only being at the early stage of Myth?

As Mythical-level Powerhouses themselves, yet they struggled to fight across even a minor boundary.

Every being that has reached the Mythical Stage is a genius with exceptional talent; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been able to break through the limits and enter Myth.

Thus, under normal conditions, although there might be variances in strength among Mythical-level Powerhouses, the gap should not be too wide, unless their realms are vastly different.

For example, between the early Mythical Stage and the Mythical Peak.

While these alien deities were still reeling, Jack down below gradually retracted his size back to normal and then slammed his halberd into the chest of Brut’s mountainous body, retrieving a Space Bracelet.

As Jack turned into a ray of light and shot off into the distance, high above the Firmament, within a deep Area of Destruction tens of thousands of kilometers away, stood a figure that appeared old.

This Primordial figure emitted an invisible aura that suppressed the universe, calming the destructive winds that were tearing space apart within tens of kilometers.

Opposite the Primordial True King, a figure shrouded in golden light stood tall, its form indistinct, its aura even more terrifying, as if it were an eternal and undying star.

Golden light streamed around it, and the towering figure spoke slowly, its voice resonating through space-time: “To have a Divine King-level powerhouse watch over him, it seems you hold him in high regard.”

The Primordial True King nodded slowly, his voice ancient: “Of course we value him, whether it be me, Adam Garcetti, or Henry, we all have high hopes for him.”

As he said this, the Primordial True King’s voice shifted: “You saw that battle just now, what do you think?”

“A talent without peer, unparalleled in history.” The voice enshrouded in golden light spoke slowly, its sound carrying a terrifying power that shook space-time.

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