Chapter 1534 - 971: Seizing the Advantage

Chapter 1534: Chapter 971: Seizing the Advantage

Magrum’s six lava-like eyes for the first time flashed with a hint of genuine horror.

He felt the strike contained the great power enough to completely shatter his divine body.

He roared frantically, trying to retrieve the Abyssal Bell of Death to block, but Carlos firmly clamped down on his Giant Hammer.

No escape!

Boom——!!!

A terrifying boom indescribable by words.

The rocky giant fist solidly smashed onto Magrum’s enormous demon body.

Magrum bowed his enormous body instantaneously like shattered stones hit by a main cannon, soaring backward at a speed beyond sound.

The dark red scale armor on him shattered massively and splattered, lava-like blood gushing out like a fountain from his mouth, nose, and cracked shell.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He smashed through several newly risen lava peaks along the way, plowing open a bottomless giant trench several kilometers long over the boiling sea of lava.

Ultimately, he fiercely crashed into the rock wall at the crater’s edge.

The entire earth trembled violently once again.

The rock wall at the crater’s edge collapsed massively, cascading down like a waterfall, temporarily burying Magrum’s battered figure.

Carlos’s enormous body also slightly swayed, the rocky giant fist gradually dissipating, reverting back to flowing lava and fragmented giant rocks falling into the sea.

His chest heaved, newly formed cracks on his divine body slowly healing as runes flowed, lava-like gaze fixed intensely at the place where Magrum was buried, alert for another attack.

This collision of pure force and will finally created a temporary pause full of explosive aftertaste after that earth-shattering counterattack.

Lava churning, the ground quaking, space groaning, this ravaged land temporarily fell into a dead silence, only the gods’ breathing echoing across the painting of destruction.

Magrum’s enormous figure burst out from there, raising a sky of rubble and scalding lava.

His dark red scale armor covered in web-like cracks, lava-like blood flowing and dripping through the cracks, burning the scorched earth, producing sizzling white smoke.

Six lava fiery eyes fixed on Carlos, with the fury inside not entirely extinguished, yet mixed with a hint of broken backbone-like embarrassment and... an unexpected clarity.

The boiling fighting spirit, the impulse to utterly crush the opponent cooled considerably after that world-destroying punch, as if doused with a basin of icy water.

The chaotic rules of the Abyss Blood Battle Battlefield that constantly provoked murderous intent and amplified anger, seemed to lose its dominant magic power before the agony and setback at this moment.

He himself also had relevant rules, wielding such a large Warhammer for close combat with rules related to fighting.

Therefore, in battle, it was normal to be heedless in a rush of blood.

However, this strike was enough to calm him down.

He blew two gusts of sulfur-smelling rough air from his giant nostrils, surveying his surroundings.

The earth shattered, lava boiling like the sea, space fissures flashing like black lightning.

This was the masterpiece of his confrontation with Carlos, the embodiment of godly fury.

Yet, his Divine Thought also penetrated the barrier of destruction, clearly sensing the change in the main battlefield.

In his and the opponent’s fierce fight, the overall outcome seemed to have been concluded long ago.

The flag of the Order Alliance Army fluttered in the secure rear, the force that earlier was invincible, taking twelve of his outposts, at this moment orderly retreated behind the newly built defense line.

They achieved their goal, that damn connecting passage was solidly formed.

And on the demon side, without his and the Fallen Abyss Messenger’s direct suppression, coupled with outposts being uprooted, the Lord being restrained, their offensive had fallen into chaos and decline.

Continue here butting heads with this foul and hard rock?

Pointless.

The Abyss Blood Battle Battlefield never lacks combat.

He was sent to this layer mostly because he dared to fight valiantly in other places, yet wasn’t recklessly crazed.

Continuing to fight held no meaning, such judgment is undoubtedly clear.

"Very well, Carlos."

Magrum’s voice rolled like thunder, yet lacking some madness and more suppressed somberness.

"Your stone fist is indeed hard."

Carlos stood like a mountain, his lava-like gaze calmly watching the opponent, neither pursuing nor speaking.

He too felt the retreat of the opponent’s boiling fighting spirit. The Abyss’s clamor temporarily tamed its claws before the reality of retreat.

The Blood Battle Battlefield is thus, both sides going back and forth, each having their victories and defeats.

The gods fighting here were also more rational and free-spirited.

"This time you Order brats got lucky!"

Magrum’s gaze swept over Carlos, seemingly penetrating space and landing on the newly formed connecting passage, carrying intense disdain.

"But the Abyss’s tides are endless! Wait for my lord’s Power Descent, wait for me to find your flaw... your shell and those bugs you protect will be crushed into powder!"

After delivering his harsh words, this Demon Evil God showed no signs of dragging.

His enormous body abruptly sank, the lava sea instantly boiling and swirling, forming a huge vortex.

His entire body sank into the thick tar-like lava, taking the Abyssal Bell of Death with him, leaving only a hole quickly filled with lava and the lingering sulfur burnt smell and the abyss’s malice in the air.