CHAPTER 912: CHAPTER 514: BELL-RINGER VS. EVIL GOD!

"...and...power compared to...like ants..."

The eerie whisper was like a particle storm coming from the depths of the universe.

Then the Evil God’s strength flowed continuously, like an endless tide of darkness, devouring everything, crashing heavily against that enormous Hong Zhong, causing large cracks to appear, and the next moment it shattered completely!

At the same time, the Evil God’s eyes flickered with a strange light, its whole body twisting, crossing several Star Domains in an instant, heading straight for the Bell-Ringer!

"Humph!"

The Bell-Ringer let out a muffled sound, the shockwave that shattered everything faster than the Evil God’s image arrived, he knew he absolutely couldn’t get close, after all, his current body couldn’t compare with the Evil God’s, created with a ritual and massive amounts of blood and flesh, and strength.

"Boom!"

The two faced off across a distance, retreating while chasing ferociously, engaging thousands of times in the blink of an eye.

The Evil God seemed to see through every action and intention of the Bell-Ringer.

Not giving him a chance to escape!

The distance between them shrank in an instant!

"Boom!" the Bell-Ringer’s eyes flashed fiercely, and the next moment he suddenly stopped retreating, charging towards the Evil God at an unimaginable speed, raising both hands, the luminous Hong Zhong suspended above his head, then swooping down, like a giant star river, launching a surprise attack on the Evil God!

"Clang!"

The bell’s sound of Hong Zhong echoed in the air, shaking the surrounding air, seemingly tearing through the darkness.

The Evil God’s pupils shrank, then it raised its twisted palm, gathering the Power of Darkness, forming a pitch-black Demon Gate, forcefully blocking Hong Zhong’s impact.

The rumbling reverberated in the air, echoing across the sky, as the two forces collided in the air, creating a pulsating storm-like wave, sweeping up countless stellar fragments, trembling the surrounding space.

"It’s not over, Evil God!" the Bell-Ringer roared, stepping on the void, his body flipping, once again summoning strength, and Hong Zhong suddenly shone brightly, spinning to launch a second attack against the Evil God.

The entire Extremely Evil World continually resounded with the bell’s deep tremor!

The Evil God’s terrifying eyes twisted the space!

Its figure vanished into the darkness, silently and ghost-like above the Bell-Ringer!

Then, it raised a hand, a strip of doomsday within its body under its guidance condensed into a gigantic black tentacle, rushing straight at the Bell-Ringer!

The tentacle of doomsday carved a rift through the space, chaos howling, bringing an irresistible sense of oppression!

Hong Zhong was struck with myriad dazzling rays!

The Bell-Ringer’s face was grave, stepping forcefully, shifting position instantly with Hong Zhong, evading the tentacle’s suppression!

His figure burst with magnificent radiance, almost instantaneously counterattacking, Hong Zhong’s glow swirled around him, emitting a warm Holy Radiance. With crossed hands, Hong Zhong swiftly flew towards the Evil God, rushing into the Twisted Black Shadow!

"Boom Boom Boom!"

The clashes between the two grew more and more intense, spiritual energy swept like a storm, raising immense tremors. Each collision seemed to tear through the entire Sea of Old Days, with mysterious forces weaving through the air, forming dazzling light and shadow, heart-stirring, as the surrounding life seemed to fall silent in this confrontation, only the shock and oppression brought by the battle permeated the Second Battlefield, suffocating.

Time seemed to stretch interminably in this struggle, every attack from the Bell-Ringer was with full force, attempting to powerfully suppress the Abyss Evil God.

But such things are not done by mere desire.

The Evil God raised a hand, dissolving each impact, at this moment the two fought with overwhelming momentum in this Deep Space covered by black tides!

But the duration was not long.

"Boom!"

When the black tentacle slammed an entire asteroid belt at the Bell-Ringer, the Holy Radiance’s power on the Bell-Ringer trembled violently, letting out a muffled groan, and the glow of Hong Zhong dimmed a bit further.

His complexion was pale, as if struck by lightning.

For he had now exceeded his limits, not only reaching the brink of collapse, but also the power of the Master of the Present World under his control was rapidly declining.

"You... cannot even see the end..."

The Evil God’s terrifying whisper carried indifferent hoarseness.

The Bell-Ringer clenched his fist, but his body trembled, once again suppressed by the Evil God’s strength, leaving no room for words.

The Evil God had no intention of giving him a chance to breathe, ruthlessly wielding black tendrils, boundless pollution, the terrifying vision of a spiritually twisted realm, all assaulting him with a suffocating pressure. With each collision, the bell tolled like the doomsday chime, ringing the prelude of despair.

The Bell-Ringer fought with all his might, resisting the onslaught of the black tide, but each of his counterattacks appeared so pale and powerless.

"Puff!"

Another black shadow struck, directly hitting the right shoulder of the phantom behind the Bell-Ringer, dimming the Holy Radiance instantly, the light on the right shoulder nearly extinguished. He felt endless pain engulfing his body, as if all his bones were being torn apart, unbearable!

After all, he was the bearer of this strength, and all the pain was his to endure.

Despite this, the Bell-Ringer did not retreat, still desperately unleashing his strength, attempting to find a glimmer of hope in this endless darkness!

But as time passed!

The Evil God’s attacks grew more fierce, the strength like a vast ocean, turbulent and unstoppable, and even growing stronger.

The Bell-Ringer could no longer withstand the heavy blows, spitting blood, the Holy Radiance on his body gradually dimmed, his body shattered by the blows, although rapidly healing under the terrifying power of the Holy Radiance,

but the continuous massive blows caused his recovery rate to be unable to keep up with the rate of collapse, the Holy Radiance being gradually swallowed by the darkness, the light’s phantom slowly retreating over his body.

Seemingly about to be stripped away.

The Evil God’s deep eyes were like the black and white zones in the cold universe, staring at the Bell-Ringer.

Still too far...

To exist at the same height as itself... no one will surpass again...

And that existence... will never appear again...

After all, the last battle of the Old Days was dragged on by the Master of the Present World at a great cost, for countless ages until now.

That price, it couldn’t bear.

"Should... end..."

"...After devouring... you, everything... comes to... an end..."

The Evil God’s words were never sound, but echoes from the depths of the universe, as if in twisted forbidden dialogue.

The next moment!

"Whoosh!"

Countless black and white chains drew out from the doomsday behind the Evil God, heading straight for the Bell-Ringer! Mercilessly tearing through everything in their path, creating numerous black and white annihilation cubes.

"Boom!"

The Bell-Ringer groaned in pain, blood flowing out like a spring, his entire body wrapped in chains, using every ounce of remaining strength to hold on!

This was a tug-of-war.

On the other end of the chains, over a dozen terrifying midpoints pulled on them...

Despair, unwillingness, and painful emotions surged like a tide.

The Bell-Ringer’s heart roared in continuous, painful anguish, yearning to break free from this grasp of despair. He was unwilling, knowing he was not a match for the Evil God... the substantial power, ultimately betrayed by him, as he once held hope to guard all this, but the reality before him oppressed him like a nightmare.

The atmosphere on the Second Battlefield grew even more despairing, the remnants of battle seemingly turning into sands, mercilessly drifting in the air, despite the Bell-Ringer’s all-out efforts, still unable to turn the tide of the battle, the darkness consuming everything like an endless abyss on the Second Battlefield.

The breath of doomsday continued to spread, seeming to softly mock the helplessness and despair of countless people.

"Not... over yet..."

In this desperate darkness, the Bell-Ringer suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes wide, intending to burst forth the still hidden, untapped portion of power within the Holy Artifact, using his sequence, spiritual energy, traces, and life as the price.

That power was immeasurable... immense as though it were the Master of the Present World itself...

He could not wield it, only attempt to ignite the fuse!

He wanted, in this moment, to become a ray of light, illuminating this abyss of darkness, even if it meant perishing, to die together with the Evil God!