nyslfriends Chapter 205: Im's Price!
Chapter 205: Im's Price!
Just before Pangu City was about to be completely swallowed by the light, Im made a firm decision.
He made his choice!
He no longer maintained that frail human form.
A rare and powerful surge of dark energy erupted from his body.
The light was completely swallowed up in an instant.
The entire magnificent hall, which had been scorching hot in the daytime, was instantly plunged into a darkness deeper than absolute nothingness.
The frail figure on the throne vanished.
Instead, an indescribable, enormous monster appeared.
It was composed entirely of darkness, with no fixed form, only countless writhing and twisting limbs, frantically extending towards the "energy ball" on the dome that was about to explode.
Im revealed his final, demonic form.
He actually chose to use his own body, this body made of the purest darkest origin, as a cage to seal this "sun"!
Countless pitch-black tentacles reached the dome of the main hall in a fraction of a second.
Like a giant net that covers the sky and blocks out the sun.
The golden energy ball, which had expanded to its limit and was about to unleash its immense power, was completely and imperceptibly enveloped and covered.
He would use his body's ability to regenerate quickly and immortally to forcefully contain the full power of the explosion within his body.
In this way, this sacred temple, symbolizing the pinnacle of world power, will be preserved.
next second.
There was no earth-shattering noise.
There was no shockwave that shook the world.
Not even a trace of energy leaked out.
The golden "sun," which contained the terrifying power of Chenye, exploded violently inside Im's demonized body.
The powerful energy that burst forth was completely enveloped by the ultimate darkness.
"Aa ...
Several agonizing howls, forcibly suppressed deep within the throat, emanated muffledly from the massive, dark silhouette.
The voice didn't sound human; it sounded more like an ancient, malevolent creature from the depths of hell being subjected to the cruel torture of being slowly sliced to death.
From the outside, the enormous demonic shadow, composed of pure darkness, radiates countless dazzling golden rays from within.
Those golden lights were sacred blades, frantically cutting, piercing, and tearing apart every inch of his body formed from dark energy, trying to slice him to pieces.
The divine solar energy and the dark essence of Im underwent a most terrifying annihilation reaction within his body.
Im could clearly feel his body collapsing, evaporating, turning into nothingness, and then regenerating in an instant, starting from the inside out.
Every second was torture for him.
He could clearly feel his dark origins being scorched by that domineering and unparalleled power of light.
The light raged within that enormous, dark cage for a good ten seconds.
Then, it all dissipated.
Ultimately, everything returns to nothingness.
The darkness that had enveloped the hall began to fade, and light returned.
The shockwave of energy was completely withstood by Im's own body, without a single trace leaking out.
The magnificent Void Throne Hall remained almost unscathed, except for a few deep cracks appearing on the walls.
The holy site has been saved!
But Im paid an unimaginable price.
The enormous demonic form had vanished.
Instead, a mangled figure fell helplessly from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the cold ground with a dull thud.
Im's condition was extremely dire.
His enormous demonized form was reduced to less than half a body.
From the left shoulder to the right waist and abdomen, it was completely wiped away by a huge, smooth cut, as if it had been severed diagonally by an invisible divine blade.
The mangled body was covered with countless golden wounds that could not be healed.
The golden solar energy, like a leech, clung tightly to his very essence, relentlessly scorching his soul and hindering his proud regenerative abilities.
He struggled, trying to transform back into that human form that symbolized majesty and mystery.
He failed.
He could barely maintain a fragmented outline.
Only half of the body remained.
His supposedly "immortal" recovery speed became incredibly slow in the face of this injury originating from a higher-dimensional force, barely managing to prevent the injury from worsening.
He lay on the ground, supporting himself with his only remaining right hand, breathing heavily.
With each breath, he felt a sharp pain deep within his soul, almost causing him to faint.
humiliation.
An unprecedented humiliation.
For the first time in eight hundred years, he was forced into such a wretched situation.
Even Joey Boy hadn't managed to beat himself this badly before!
Especially since this is on their own turf.
He slowly used all his strength to raise his head, his single, scarlet eye, flashing with the marks of reincarnation, staring fiercely into the distance.
That damn man in the white mask.
Right now, he must be somewhere, gloating over his miserable state.
A flame, a mixture of excruciating pain, weakness, and boundless rage, exploded within his chest.
"That...damn...bastard..."
He used every last bit of strength he could squeeze from his broken body, and every word was forced out.
His voice was hoarse and distorted, filled with the most vicious resentment and curses.
"Today's grudge...will be avenged in the future!"
He roared, his mutilated body trembling violently with extreme rage.
"Just wait... just wait... wait until I break Davy Jones's seal and curse and then sink the whole world... to the bottom of the sea!"
"By then...by then, no matter how capable you are...you won't be able to make a ripple!"
This vow, filled with endless resentment, exhausted all his energy.
As soon as he finished speaking, he could no longer hold on. His only remaining right arm went limp, and his entire broken body collapsed to the ground once again.
No, the injury is too severe.
Such fundamental trauma, relying on its own strength, may take decades or even several decades to fully recover.
He can't wait that long.
He struggled, using his remaining half of his body to drag a long trail of dark energy and blood across the cold, smooth ground, staggering step by step, as he crawled with difficulty into the deepest shadow of the hall.
He was going to his secret garden.
Only that place, with its unique environment, could allow him to recover quickly from this fatal, fundamental trauma.
He didn't even have the extra energy to glance at the Five Elders and Garin Saint, who were still lying on the ground not far away.
Although their bodies were slowly recovering under the nourishment of dark energy, they remained unconscious.
He no longer has the strength to even wake them up.
For the first time, the king's back view appeared so flustered and dejected.
That battered figure was eventually swallowed up by the endless shadows deep within the hall and disappeared.
The spacious hall fell silent once more, as if death had returned.
The Void Throne, high above, still exudes an unchanging aura of majesty, overlooking everything.
But its master, the king who ruled the world for eight hundred years, made a humiliating exit.
Beneath the throne lay the highest echelons of the world government, scattered haphazardly.
The Five Elders, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Knights of God.
They lay on the ground like a group of thugs who had been knocked unconscious in a street fight, utterly humiliated.
The whole scene seemed utterly absurd.
The palace, which symbolized the pinnacle of world power, appeared so desolate at this moment.