20demayo Chapter 716 Save Me, Ansel! - II
Chapter 716 Save Me, Ansel! - II
Within the rift of the mirage realm stretched an infinite sea of flames.
Perhaps not quite so hyperbolic, this might merely be an illusion conjured by Evora's spatial dominion, advanced to unfathomable heights. Yet, the ceaseless, searing sensation of conflagration remained undeniably real.
As they traversed the fiery expanse, the extraordinary beings pondered: Without protection, relying solely on their own power, how long could they endure this inferno?
Ten minutes? Twenty?
The intensity had diminished considerably, reduced to a vast ocean of Feast Flames. But if these were the purest, truest Source Flames... would they last ten seconds? Twenty? Or be consumed in an instant?
Such thoughts only fortified their resolve to vanquish Evora.
As the nine-headed serpent at the vanguard shattered one spatial labyrinth after another with brute force, as if shattering mirrors, their hearts pounded with increasing ferocity and fervor.
To slay a Flamefeast descendant - a true heir with imperial qualifications - was a feat unaccomplished throughout the long march of human history, from the awakening of consciousness, through tribal societies and kingdoms, to dynasties and the present empire!
Now, they stood on the precipice of realizing this ambition, of forging the new order spoken of by the young Hydral, of becoming true legends!
"We approach the labyrinth's core," the colossal serpent, occupying nearly their entire field of vision, suddenly proclaimed. Its overlapping voices echoed through the blood flames: "Prepare yourselves, and remember to safeguard Lord Faust."
As the linchpin providing their barrier, Faust was ensconced at the center of the extraordinary beings, generating abyssal matter to shield all twenty-nine from the blood flames - a monumental burden even for this legendary figure.
Gone was his usual detachment; his visage now bore a grimace, with veins and meridians pulsing black across his neck and face - a truly terrifying sight.
The abyssal adventurers were naturally concerned for Faust's well-being, eager to discuss the powers of the abyss with him once this grand battle concluded.
The Duke of Wyvern, also shrouded in abyssal essence, knew all too well what thoughts preoccupied some others.
As they delved deeper, the extraordinary beings sensed... the fire sea's intensity escalating at a terrifying rate. Their failure to locate Evora amid these conditions bred mounting unease.
A grave suspicion arose in the Duke of Wyvern's mind.
Could it be that he also intended to...@@@@
The zenith of destruction and annihilation climaxed under Hydral's command. Even the nine-headed serpent's eyes flickered with uncontrollable savagery and madness. As the orb of power, which even the blood flames dared not approach, rose like a black sun, a jet-black beam erupted instantaneously from its core!
The Flamefeast's sea of fire, capable of reducing all to nothingness, succumbed to this absolute devastation. The final spatial barrier shattered like fragile parchment. Before the astonished gaze of the extraordinary beings, the ruined palace, fractured throne, and the figure upon it, wreathed in blood flames, materialized.
This annihilating strike, accompanied by Hydral's roar, hurtled undiminished towards the enthroned entity:
"Slay her!"
In that moment, every extraordinary being sprang into action.
One faction rushed unhesitatingly towards Evora on the shattered throne, each summoning terrifying powers that could easily obliterate mountain ranges and annihilate citadels in the mortal realm. But another group...
They launched themselves directly at Hydral!
No one had anticipated this, not even Ansel, it seemed. But one individual... had foreseen it.
A massive lightning strike, poised to crash into the nine-headed serpent's back, vanished instantaneously.
No, not vanished - it had been... displaced, swallowed by space itself!
"An...sel..."
The voice dripped with venom, hatred, and fury.
Yet beneath this maelstrom of manic emotions, the most vivid was a frenzied yearning, a... hope born of desperation?
"Ansel... ANSEL!"
Upon the fractured throne, the arch-demon condemned by all, faced with... impending obliteration, erupted with hysterical light in her colorless eyes?!
"SAVE ME!"
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