Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast
Chapter 1358 - 1358 520 Sweeping Across the Eight Directions

Chapter 1358: Chapter 520: Sweeping Across the Eight Directions, A Glance of Destiny_3 Chapter 1358: Chapter 520: Sweeping Across the Eight Directions, A Glance of Destiny_3 The intangible, fierce aura awoke the surrounding Purgatory True Demons lost in a daze, and dozens of Nine Demonic Marks peak Purgatory True Demons roared with rage.

“All Vassal legions, Giant Beast legions, and Flying legions, regroup with the Main Battle Legions, converge towards the location of the Rift Channel below, and wait for rescue from His Majesty the Demon God.”

The Purgatory True Demons’ Main Battle Legions were primarily composed of Six Demonic Marks true demons, with those of Seven Demon Marks as centurions and those of Eight Path Demon Marks as chiliarchs, led by Nine Demonic Marks true demons, numbering around fifty thousand.

The force unleashed by such a number of transcendent strongmen under the leadership of legions equivalent to the Ninth Heavens, or even quasi-mythical ones, was powerful enough to contend with Mythical-level beings.

Add to that around one hundred thousand to over a hundred thousand members from each Demonized Vassal Legion, and together they still constituted a formidable force.

Trapped in the thirteenth Plane, as long as they could hold on for a while, the Demon God of the Purgatory Empire would surely take action.

The strongmen of the Heavenly Feather Clan were also aware of this fact, so Anstice, who got blasted away by the explosion, raised her long sword high, “Shatter those Main Battle Legions and don’t give them a chance to regroup.”

“Kill, eradicate all these evil beings of the Purgatory Demon Race.”

The twelve deities of the Heavenly Feather Clan who had been suppressed in battle all along roared furiously, spreading their glowing wings behind them and pouncing on the Purgatory Legions with dazzling radiance.

From a distance, it looked like angels with golden, silver, and white wings, towering hundreds of meters high, descending from the heavens to pounce on the endless hordes of hell demons.

“Charge!”

“Kill!”

Following the more than a dozen Mythical Powerhouses, over a million elite Heavenly Feather soldiers let out frenzied cries, red-eyed, as they charged towards the Purgatory Empire’s elites numbering ten times their own.

From the beginning of the battle to now, they had never fought such a lavish battle; without the leadership of a Demon King, millions of Purgatory elites seemed like a massive slab of fat meat ready to be slaughtered.

At the same time, the War Pattern Legion from the Human Race, divided into sixty thousand ‘person’ small legions, scattered in all directions under the control of cultivators, pouncing on various Purgatory Legions.

The purpose of coming here to support was to test the data of the War Pattern combined with unmanned legions, and naturally, they would not miss this opportunity.

Roar!

The Number One, with an even more ferocious appearance, let out a fierce roar as it charged towards the demon king over three thousand kilometers away that Jack Clark suppressed, sparing none of the Purgatory Legions it encountered on the way.

Surrounded by terrifying blood light, Number One swept across a hundred-kilometer radius with utter disregard for defense, causing everything that lived to explode into a sky filled with blood mist.

Such a crazed and terrifying slaughter scene made the Heavenly Feather Clan keep a wide berth when they saw Number One from afar, daring not to get close.

Even the Mythical-level strongmen of the Heavenly Feather had fear in their eyes and did not dare block the path.

As the entire Plane plunged into even crazier slaughter, Jack Clark appeared silently over two thousand kilometers in the sky above the battlefield, standing with his halberd, his gaze indifferently overlooking below.

At the epicenter of the explosion at the edge of the Plane, nine silver streaks of light spanned Heaven and Earth, transforming into beams of silver light merging into Jack Clark, turning the nine strands of hair on his forehead to silver.

In the explosive center that affected tens of thousands of kilometers, the broken True Bodies of two Great Demon Kings emerged, riddled with cracks like chipped porcelain.

On the bodies of the two Great Demon Kings, six kilometer-long phantoms of Black Gold Halberd Radiance pierced through them, sealing and suppressing them in the Void, unable to move.

As for the Storage Equipment on their bodies, it had already been taken away.

From the moment he used the Mystic Power of Time until now, it had been only a few breaths, and Jack Clark had suppressed two Late Stage Great Demon Kings among the more than a dozen demon kings spread over tens of thousands of kilometers.

Effortlessly overpowering, unrivaled.

In that moment under the golden Firmament, Jack Clark seemed like a supreme deity descending from ancient times, an invisible terror binding around him as he gazed disdainfully upon the world.

But Jack Clark did not take action further.

The Time Reincarnation Mystic Power was potent, and the nine Marks of Time could manifest projections of Jack Clark’s past, possessing the strength of his prime.

However, the energy required to summon nine True Bodies of Time was also immensely fearsome. Based on the energy spent just now, Jack Clark estimated that each True Body’s Power of Time could only combat for three minutes.

Yet, at the levels of power of a Heavenly King, three minutes was actually very strong; an outburst was enough to resolve what had been evenly-matched foes.

Alas, as strong as this Mystic Power was, it also had significant limitations.

The True Body formed of the Power of Time only possessed the strength Jack Clark had at the moment of formation; for instance, the current three True Bodies of Time would always remain at Mid-Mythical Stage, and the six at Late Mythical Stage.

Therefore, this trump card needed to be used frequently, and opportunities to deplete it sought; otherwise, in another ten days or half a month, once Jack Clark had achieved a breakthrough to Heavenly King Level, the Reincarnation merge wouldn’t boost him significantly anymore.

This was also why Jack Clark directly used the Mystic Power of Time – since things had changed and he couldn’t keep a low profile, he might as well show off some of his power to suppress everything.

“Hahaha… from now on, I, Daoist Master, command the battlefield.”

In the grand battlefield, which spread tens of thousands of kilometers and was divided into many sections, Damon Lopes became a purple lightning bolt sweeping through a disintegrating vassal army of thousands of Demonized aliens, shattering everything.

No matter if it was Purgatory True Demons with Seven Demonic Marks, Eight Demonic Marks, or enormous one to two hundred meter tall Demonized alien races, all of them were blasted to smithereens by the Thunder.

Having acquired the matching Ancient Body Refining Techniques, Damon Lopes, who already broke free of the shackles of being an Innate Awakened One, was even stronger; not even Purgatory True Demons at the peak of Nine Demonic Marks, at quasi-mythical level, stood a chance against him.

……

Boom!!

Outside the eighteen layers of the Plane, phantoms of Nine-headed Evil Dragons, each tens of thousands of kilometers long, roared fiercely as they pounced on the golden orb, slamming into the Golden Star Ring Gears that surrounded it.