Chapter 899: Chapter 508: The Hustlers’ Advertisement Distribution!

At this moment.

Two figures are falling, countless people look up.

The Bell-Ringer’s pupils contract.

“That is….”

“The Light God and the Life God!!”

The enormous shadow is almost shattered! The scattered blood carries intense heat, each drop that falls to the ground crashes like a meteor creating a huge crater.

“They’ve been defeated…”

Countless faces reveal a grim heaviness!

In this realm, the only two remaining Gods have been defeated!!

Although it’s just the strength of Divine Summon, it contains vast will, almost like a battle with the real self.

And now they’re defeated!

At the same time, the appearances of the three Abyss Gods, their forms vaguely appearing in Deep Space, yet not approaching the Second Battlefield, the shadow shows signs of fragmentation… but clearly not fatal.

The terrifying Abyssal Aura bursts forth without concealment!

“Damn it!”

“The four Abyss Gods have gathered together!”

“Two Gods defeated, we have no corresponding strength to resist!”

“Master of the Present World….” Many high-ranking officials cast their gaze at the shadow: “Why… why is there still no aura.”

Didn’t gather all the Holy Artifact Fragments?

Or is it for some other reason?

“Wait, where’s Su Buxian!”

The Bell-Ringer’s eyes narrow.

He suddenly recalls that Su Buxian has the ability to activate the strength of the Holy Artifact, equivalent to being a key, perhaps Su Buxian is the essential part.

However…. from the very start, Su Buxian’s figure hasn’t been seen.

And at this very moment!

“Boom boom boom!”

Whether it’s due to the Gods’ defeat, or because of the Abyss Vortex surging forth massive shadows!

The main force of the Abyss has spread from all directions!

Terrifying numbers!

In a way that cannot be counted, densely packed from Sky Dome to deep space horizons, wherever the eye can see…. they are appearing.

“There’s no way out!”

“Boom boom boom!”

“The Abyss intends to entirely obliterate this last place!”

Places outside the Second Battlefield have been swallowed by the massive black tide, providing eternal darkness, devoid of any color, all are black and white shadows.

As the Abyssal Aura approaches more intensely.

The breakthrough points in the Second Battlefield have been completely engulfed by the massive black tide, an overwhelming darkness that seems to plunder light and color together like an endless abyss, trapping the entire area in a bottomless black and white.

Of course.

The precondition for the defensive line being breached is that the people were forced back, and the Sanctuary-like Holy Light recedes.

As it recedes, the areas it needs to cover become smaller, ironically strengthening the Sanctuary further.

Yet all living beings who realize this still cannot remain calm.

The black tide surges like ferocious waves, recklessly crashing upon this land, bringing an oppressive force that attacks, shadows roiling in the deep space, moving like torn giant black tentacles, seemingly aiming to devour all resisting existences, only that ink-like intense black and cold white interweave, as if carrying the formless strength of Old Days distorting reality, leaving only desperate black and white.

“The Abyss seems to have reforged those ancient strengths…”

“Boom!”

The Demons that fell into a cooldown now project strength again, countless Venerables emerge from the black tide.

Even more importantly…

The three Gods commence their invasion, though they just fought with the Light God and Life God, but now they won’t give them time to breathe, seeking complete eradication.

And as three immense figures land at the edge of the Second Battlefield, the engulfed location, causing the Second Battlefield to continually tremble.

“Such a fragile world, has it completely abandoned the edge?” The Blood Demon God relies entirely on physical strength, setting a foot down causes slight incline of the ground, yet even so it causes the entire Second Battlefield to quake.

“I’ve already sensed that damned presence….” The God of Anxiety’s deep voice rasps from the darkness, as if coming from Hell, chilling to the bone.

The Chaotic God silently raises his head to look at the Evil God still at the vortex.

“What is the Lord hesitant about?”

“And why won’t the Lord’s other eye open after revival….”

As the three Gods step to the edge.

The surrounding air becomes heavy, countless adventurers seeming to use all their strength for each breath, everything outside the Sanctuary long since destroyed by the black tide’s erosion!

Various ruins, as if burned by fires, lean to the ground, turning to rubble, various broken armors, old blades hang powerlessly, seemingly lamenting.

Under the influence of this dead silence of black and white shadows, only the whisper of the Abyss echoes, like an endless sinister language, sending shivers down the spine.

The deep, cold voice seems to mock the desperate lives, announcing the impending doomsday, as wave after wave of black tide approaches, consuming all hope with a relentless and terrifying stance.

And in this dim world.

The Traveling Merchant’s figure stands out starkly.

He quietly stands at the edge of the black tide, as if a splash of brightness in this disaster. His face retains a calm serenity, unperturbed by the surrounding gloom, emitting a profound aura instead. Even as the Abyss’s malice crashes like waves, the Traveling Merchant maintains his attire and gentlemanly smile.