Chapter 1253 - 845: Most Ruthless Evil God_3

Chapter 1253: Chapter 845: Most Ruthless Evil God_3

Following that, came a nerve-wracking sound of flesh and bone being sliced by the sharpest and coldest object imaginable.

Thud!

A colossal arm, oozing with lava-like divine blood, its surface covered in twisted runes and abyssal worms, was severed at the root and cast out from a giant rift in the sky, crashing heavily onto the charred earth outside the fortress, sending a dense flood of foul blood and sulfur dust clouds into the air.

The cross-section of the severed arm was smooth as a mirror, revealing faintly pulsating flesh conduits and demon bones flickering with hateful spectral light.

"Roar——————————!!!"

This time, the Abyss Evil God’s wail transformed utterly, no longer filled with rage or intimidation, but pure, boundless, soul-ripping agony.

The aura of destruction and annihilation around it plummeted instantly, like a balloon being punctured.

For the first time, in those raging blood-red demon eyes appeared an instinctual, primordial terror towards that silver figure.

It couldn’t afford another glance at its severed arm, nor could it consider the potential punishment from the Abyss’s will! Its remaining resolve boiled down to one word: escape!!!

Because it was simple.

This was not merely cutting off its arm, but severing the concept of the arm’s existence from its being.

Without understanding this concept, or reclaiming its arm, it would be forever disabled, missing a limb.

What if it were its head?

The massive body, now half remaining, erupted with its final power, stirring endless demonic energy and spatial fragments, charging headlong into the deeper darkness of the Abyss, leaving behind only a space rift penetrating the sky that refused to heal and an overwhelming scent of divine blood saturating the battlefield.

On the battlefield, all the demons’ morale plummeted to the bottom, and the fierce assault just moments ago retreated like a tide, leaving only chaotic flight and mutual Trample driven by instinct.

Night Watchers burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Although they couldn’t see the details of the battle, the fall of the Evil God’s severed arm and its final, piercing retreating roar clearly announced that victory belonged to the fortress.

"Well done, Lord Venerable!" An old soldier excitedly shot a Crossbow Arrow into the back of a fleeing Inferior Demon, fiercely punching in the direction of the sky rift.

"Cutting off that bastard’s arm is nothing, next time we’ll make sure he remembers, Blood Pit Fortress has a Venerable seated! Next time he comes, we’ll sever his head too!"

Raelia wiped the warm foul blood from her cheeks, gazing at the gradually shrinking space rift in the sky and the slowly dispersing terrifying energy aftermath, her tense body finally relaxed slightly.

The surface of her Battle Armor was covered in scars, and the glow of the Holy Flame had dimmed significantly, but the belief within her silver eyes burned hotter than a forge itself.

She activated the communication, her voice hoarse from the battle, yet incredibly steady:

"Demon forces at the fortress battlefield have retreated, requesting instructions!"

Kana’s cold yet reliable voice resounded again, piercing through the spatial distance to soothe the entire fortress:

"Confirmed. Clean up the battlefield. Repair the walls. Prepare for the next wave of Impact. The Abyss won’t coexist peacefully with us."

After saying this, Kana withdrew from the stance of a God, allowing emotion to regain dominance.

"That indeed scared him."

The reason he didn’t sever the head just now was simply because he couldn’t, or even if he could, he couldn’t achieve the same Effect.

Severing an arm was the limit.

Looking at the severed arm below still exuding a massive amount of Power of Chaos, Kana mused.

The Abyss’s tentative fierce attack was repelled.

Similarly, the Void had also begun.

The pressure on the Night Watchers would steadily increase.