Chapter 773 The Magic Goddess Dies Repeatedly, the God of Magic Makes a Grand Entrance

Light bursts forth, flames blaze.

When that sky-reaching long staff crashed down from the heavens, the Eternal Tower, shining with mystery and the stars, collapsed entirely in that moment, turned to the most humble dust, no longer retaining its former glory.

The god who mastered the arcane truth fell from the lofty sky to the mortal realm, entombed by the ruins.

Lu Wenwu flicked the Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff in his hand, and towering flames were instantly gathered up, transforming into the shape of flaming giant dragons coiled upon the staff.

With one blow, the Eternal Tower which occupied a significant position in the hearts of all wizards and was said to contain all spell truth shattered and collapsed.

The Magic Goddess was directly embedded into the ground by this powerful strike, buried beneath the remnants of the broken Eternal Tower.

Unlike the previous situation in the God of Blood and Night’s Divine Country, these debris did not gradually dissolve into the most primitive power of faith after being shattered and re-integrate into the Divine Country.

Instead, they retained their physical form, lying quietly like ordinary building debris.

The scorching of Dragon Breath melted the fragments somewhat, with their severed surfaces taking on a glass-like molten state that faintly reflected some light.

Looking closely, there were specks of black light spotted among the severed edges, a negative power identical to that found on gods burst forth, trying to corrupt the minds of all intelligent beings.

“Truly… into the marrow…”

Lu Wenwu murmured, the smile on his face growing deeper.

The flames on the Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff burned even fiercer.

Amidst the ruins, the light of the Divine Ring blossomed.

On the purple single-lens goggles, countless streams of data flow, all the elemental forces within the Divine Country were thoroughly mobilized, presenting a lively appearance hundreds of times more vibrant than before.

The pitch-black night sky lit up.

Countless points of light packed the vault of heaven, growing larger and more numerous, leaving almost no gaps.

Even the brilliance of the stars was overshadowed.

It was the light of the arcane!

Each point of light represented a divine-level arcane!

If placed in the outside world, this level of attack would be enough to completely annihilate a vast empire, evaporating everything within the coverage of the strike into the most primitive elemental particles.

No Near-God Powerhouse could survive such an attack.

Not even the Blood Demon Bra, a legendary creation imbued with two types of legendary power, could withstand it.

When the gods wield divine artifacts to mobilize the law of origin, the information anchor forged by ordinary legends would also be erased and rewritten.

In an instant, a terrifying aura pressed downward like the sky collapsing, the powerful binding force of space tethered Lu Wenwu’s body in place, as if deep in a quagmire.

He tried to move his body.

As if he were in a swimming pool made of viscous glue, every centimeter of movement required incredibly powerful energy to accomplish.

“Such familiar spatial power…”

Lu Wenwu put away his Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff.

In battles of this level, it wasn’t very useful.

One Flash Technique suffices.

Using too many clever tricks becomes a foolish move.

“It’s a pity… your purity… isn’t high enough…”

Suddenly, the flame of Qi Blood on Lu Wenwu’s body surged, his entire right arm turning blood-red.

Every muscle roared, every cell burned.

The tough and powerful arm slowly, yet unwaveringly swung out.

From slow to fast.

In the end, it erupted like a cannonball from the barrel, producing a sonic boom.

The delay and confinement force of the entire space was brutally breached by such terrifying might, creating a shocking gap.

The unrestricted fist completely freed itself from constraints, instantly pushing its power to the peak, explosively rushing forth.

The fierce Fist Gang burst forth, the Killing Intent Demon Saber slashed down upon the void.

The arcane ocean formed by divine-level arcanes was suddenly split into two from the center.

The thoroughly divided arcane still maintained its previous spell model without collapsing, continuing to fall downward, dragging elemental torrents in a roar.

Strangely, when those arcane aggregates like meteors struck Lu Wenwu’s body surface, they scattered like snowballs, causing ripples on the dragon scales but not harming him one bit.

“This level… isn’t enough to bite!”

Without reservation, the Military Killing Fist fully erupted within the Divine Country this time.

The magical and arcane defenses layered in front of the Magic Goddess shattered in an instant, unable to intercept or stall the opponent at all.

She only felt an unexpected coolness on her neck, followed by a rapid rise in perspective, ascending swiftly towards the sky at an incredible speed.

Amidst the tumbling view, she saw Lu Wenwu grinning fiercely, and also saw a familiar headless body.

The light of the Star Staff remained bright, the darkness of the Mysterious Robe was elegant and mysterious.

And from Lu Wenwu’s cracked mouth came a crisp sound.

A purple single-lens goggles were crushed by his teeth, swallowing all fragments, his aura grew even stronger.

“Bang!”

With a thunderous explosion, the sky-filled points of light burst apart.

The head of the Magic Goddess exploded amidst the aftermath of the Military Killing Fist, turning into countless specks of power of faith and vanishing into smoke.

The Truth Lens, condensed with arcane concept anchors, was completely destroyed by Lu Wenwu.