The solidified seawater, like blue glazed glass shattered by a heavy hammer, turned into countless sharp fragments that shot out.
The violent seawater pressure instantly recovered, forming a giant vortex that wildly spun, engulfing fragments and flesh and blood remains.
A silhouette so massive it made the abyss tremble, forcibly squeezed out from the completely collapsed dark light hole.
It was none other than the vanguard of the Dark Planet, the transcendent demigod, Star-Shatterer Baphomet!
He was as towering as a mountain, a hundred meters tall.
His humanoid torso was not clad in armor, but covered in dark, gnarled muscles, like the root system of ancient trees thousands of years old.
Each muscle was like a small mountain, repeatedly forged and cast from fine steel, gleaming with a metallic, cold, hard luster against the gloomy backdrop of the deep sea.
On the surface of his muscles, viscous, dark-red energy patterns, as if refined from billions of living beings, flowed and intertwined madly, naturally condensing into a full-body, grotesque, protruding living muscle heavy armor.
Huge bone spurs at his joints pierced through his muscles, glinting with a cold light.
His head resembled a magnified ancient goat's skull, covered with the same dark keratinous layer, with stark white, massive tusks protruding from his lower jaw.
Two enormous spiraling horns, like colossal pillars supporting the firmament, rose skyward.
The tips of the horns were entwined with crackling black lightning that tore through space.
Most terrifying of all was the giant axe in his hand—the "howl of blasphemy"!
The axe handle was crafted from the thick spine of some unknown giant beast, with pale, twisted, gnarled bone segments;
The axe blade was a massive, crude, dark metal fragment with jagged, tusk-like edges, as if torn from the depths of some stellar core.
On the axe head, countless filthy, blasphemous runes flowed and burned like living things, emitting a chilling, despairing aura that devoured Souls.
He merely stood there, not yet wielding his giant axe, yet the terrifying force field emanating from him twisted and groaned the surrounding space.
The burst-open seawater surged back, but automatically parted when it approached within a hundred meters of him, forming a massive, constantly rotating vacuum zone of water flow.
Invisible pressure, like a tangible tsunami, slammed fiercely against the consciousness barrier of every insectoid unit.
Uka's molten-gold vertical pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinprick.
Chilling numbers wildly flickered in its perception: Life Strength: 85.
The remaining four hundred-plus Mingling Devils, like the most lethal black specters, had already transformed into afterimages the moment Baphomet appeared.
They disregarded their own defenses, their liquid metal blades flowing from their arms instantly vibrated at an extreme high frequency, the space at the edges of the blades slightly warping.
They sacrificed their lives, transforming themselves into space-tearing venomous stings from various inconceivable angles—above, below, left, and right—and ferociously pounced on Baphomet's colossal body.
Their targets were the relatively vulnerable knees, ankles, elbow joints, and that massive, cold goat's eye.
Dozens of tiny yet space-cutting cracks instantly formed in the air.
"Ants! Blasphemy against My majesty! Be incinerated!"
Baphomet let out a roar mixed with disdain and fury, like an echo from the nethermost Hell.
He didn't even bother to dodge; his massive body, covered in living muscle heavy armor, erupted with terrifying speed completely contrary to his mountain-like physique.
"Buzz—Boom!"
The "howl of blasphemy" moved.
It wasn't a simple chop, but rather, with Baphomet himself as the axis, the huge axe blade instantly spun out a pure, destructive storm covering his entire three hundred and sixty degrees, composed of absolute brute force and defiling runes.
Fast!
Faster than light.
Faster than thought could solidify.
Wherever the axe blade passed, space was brutally torn apart.
Seawater was completely evaporated, forming a zone of absolute void.
The defiling runes burning on the axe blade, like maggots clinging to bone, maddeningly annihilated all matter they touched.
Puff!
Puff puff puff puff puff—!
A series of scalp-numbing, bone-chilling cutting thuds exploded in the deep sea.
The first wave of dozens of Mingling Devils that rushed forward, their liquid metal blades couldn't even touch Baphomet's muscle heavy armor.
Their semi-energized bodies, along with the sharp blades in their hands, which condensed their life's energy, were instantly torn, twisted, decomposed, and reduced to the most basic energy particles within the absolute annihilation Domain formed by the axe blade storm, leaving not even a speck of dust.
Only the residual vortex in the vacuum channel created by the axe blade, instantly filled by seawater, spoke of their former existence.
The space cracks, bought by the Mingling Devils' lives, only left a dozen terrifying wounds several meters deep, like canyons, on Baphomet's mountain-thick, dark muscle heavy armor.
Dark-red, sticky, scorching blood, like Earth's Core magma, surged out, rapidly solidifying into black crystals in the cold seawater, only to be flushed away by new blood.
These injuries, to the hundred-meter-tall Baphomet, were nothing more than mosquito bites.
But this utter contempt and intense pain ignited the most primal ferocity of this transcendent demigod.
"Die!"
Baphomet's sole remaining giant goat's eye, burning with a molten-lava-like tyrannical red light, locked onto the core of the insectoid legion below—the dark-gold Tai Cang Dragon, Uka!
He stomped forward, his massive goat's hooves crushing several He Bo Insects that failed to dodge, along with the seabed rocks, into powder.
The enormous "howl of blasphemy" was raised high.
The defiling runes on the axe blade flickered wildly, and dark-red Hellfire blazed, forcibly pushing away hundreds of meters of surrounding seawater, forming a massive vacuum sphere a hundred meters in diameter.
The aura of destruction condensed to its extreme.
The giant axe, imbued with the terrifying will to crush stars, carrying a Soul-tearing shriek, like a world-ending meteor, fiercely cleaved towards Uka's head.
This axe strike aimed to utterly cleave this commander, along with the endless insectoid tide behind him, into Universe dust.
In Uka's molten-gold vertical pupils, there was no fear, only a fervent Battle Intent that burned everything.
The planetary-level Bloodline Power, a gift from the Dominator, ignited completely within its body.
"Roar!"
A Dragon roar that rent the deep sea drowned out the shriek of the giant axe.
Uka's massive body did not retreat but advanced.
The dark-gold Dragon scales covering its entire body instantly erupted with a brilliant, sun-like radiance, as if it had donned a layer of liquid stellar battle armor.
It did not choose to meet the blow head-on with its Dragon head, but at the last moment, it burst forth with terrifying agility completely unsuited to its massive body.
The huge Dragon body suddenly twisted and spun sideways, its massive Dragon tail, covered in thick Dragon scales and entwined with a boiling dark-gold force field, like a god-slaying whip thrown by a Heavenly God, tore through the solidified space, carrying a force of ten thousand tons capable of snapping mountains, and fiercely struck the relatively thinner side of the "howl of blasphemy" giant axe.
Clang—!
An indescribable colossal sound exploded in the ten-thousand-meter abyss.
The sound transcended physical limits, more like two Small Worlds colliding and annihilating.
