A Transcendent Demigod, reduced to ashes.
Only after eliminating this greatest threat did the Flying Thunder Centipede's gaze turn to the ghastly pale light-hole, which was convulsing violently like a wounded giant beast, attempting to close.
The edges of the light-hole twisted, spewing chaotic energy streams and emitting a piercing shriek.
The Flying Thunder Centipede's massive tail swished gently, and a solid, azure-white lightning rope materialized out of thin air, coiling around the light-hole like a spiritual snake.
The moment the violent energy streams touched the lightning rope, they hissed and wailed like boiling water on snow, quickly subsiding and dissipating.
The light-hole's struggles were forcibly suppressed, and the spatial rift was brutally 'welded' shut by the power of lightning.
Under the weaving and coiling of countless fine electric arcs, the enormous light-hole, large enough for a starship to pass through, was forcibly compressed, forged, and collapsed.
Finally, it transformed into a ghastly pale sphere, no bigger than a fist, with faint, unstable electric light flowing across its surface, like a forcibly plucked, dying eyeball, silently suspended in its original position, completely devoid of vitality, with only faint spatial ripples proving its past existence.
Yet, this was the extent of what could be achieved; truly erasing the light-hole required more than just this.
The abyssal battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Only the low roar of water filling the void, and the crimson light of awe, almost solidified in the compound eyes of the insectoid units, flickered in the gloomy seabed.
Uka struggled to pull her body from the rock wall, golden blood oozing from her shattered Dragon scales, her massive head bowed deeply, filled with exhaustion.
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Behind the light-hole, on the Dark Planet.
Almost at the same moment Baphomet was instantly annihilated.
On the Dark Planet, at the core of the Myriad Beast's Nest, on the steel throne towering above the lava river.
Prophet Virgil, the non-human entity shrouded in a pitch-black hood, was maintaining his mental connection to the other side of the light-hole through a thick, dark-purple neural cord, as massive as an ancient tree, connecting the throne to the Void Realm.
Suddenly—
"Ugh!"
An extremely faint grunt, yet enough to instantly tense the nerves of the powerful lords standing below the throne, emanated from beneath the hood.
Virgil's suspended body trembled violently.
The dark-purple neural cords wrapped around him suddenly glowed with a dazzling red light, then with a 'snap,' like a burnt-out cable, they instantly carbonized and broke.
Tiny purple electric arcs sparked from the broken ends, emitting a foul, burnt odor.
The slowly rotating nebula halo beneath Virgil's hood accelerated wildly, twisted, and collapsed at this moment, as if experiencing a cosmic storm within.
He suddenly raised his hand, his non-metal, non-bone fingertips rapidly sketching in the Void Realm.
In the viscous air ahead, the last frozen image of the Mariana Abyss battlefield was instantly projected:
Baphomet raised his massive axe, its blade barely a hair's breadth from Uka's Dragon head.
Violent energy solidified.
Space tore apart,
The giant lightning shadow descended, and the ferocity in Baphomet's eyes was replaced by pure terror.
The moment Baphomet became incandescent, transparent, disintegrated, and annihilated from the inside out.
That sense of particle-level disintegration, even through the projection, caused a stinging pain in the lords' Souls.
The entire process of the light-hole being forcibly compressed, woven, and finally collapsed into a dead light sphere by the lightning.
Finally, a cold, vast pressure, like the will of the Universe itself descending, and the cold, greedy, endless aggressive aura of the insectoids, like maggots clinging to bone, fiercely branded itself through the remnants of the mental link!
The projection flickered violently a few times, then with a 'snap,' it completely extinguished, leaving only the smell of scorching and a suffocating silence permeating the area around the throne.
"Baphomet… has fallen?"
Overlord Gorgon was the first to let out a low growl, his voice hoarse, his knuckles, gripping the chain-axe, white from excessive force, the sawteeth on the axe blade unconsciously spinning at high speed, emitting a piercing 'whirring' sound.
His lizard head turned towards Virgil, his dark-golden vertical pupils filled with unbelievable fury and a hint of deep-seated dread.
"What was that thing? That power… Baphomet didn't even have time to react!"
"The light-hole wasn't closed; it was a Seal of a higher dimension."
The Invisibilizer's voice was like cold metal grinding, his blurred figure fluctuating violently in a shadow beside the throne, as if about to dissipate at any moment.
"That will… directly twisted the spatial rules, forcibly compressing and solidifying the light-hole's anchor point. Baphomet's life signal completely vanished the moment he came into contact with that will. The opponent… is at least a Divine-level existence. A walking God."
He deliberately emphasized the last two words, each syllable like an ice pick striking steel.
The Star Scorcher's back furnace vents 'boomed' with a burst of crimson, almost white flames, illuminating the surroundings like a purgatory.
His thick, molten arms slammed into the ground: "A God? That damned planet, which the data clearly stated had a low life-level, hides such a thing? Were our previous scouts blind? This is no longer an invasion and plunder, Gorgon! This is crashing into a living supernova!"
His irritable mind was filled with furious deception and fear of unknown power.
The Icebound's surrounding cold air suddenly spread, and thick white frost instantly condensed on the edge of the throne, his body, composed of ethereal blue ice crystals, emitted faint 'crackling' sounds: "Divine-level, Baphomet's power was enough to tear apart asteroids, yet he couldn't even struggle. Prophet, the light-hole is completely sealed, the channel energy is chaotic, forcibly opening it would incur huge losses… Should we…"
He did not finish, but the retreating intention flashing in his icy compound eyes was as chilling as ice.
Facing an existence capable of instantly obliterating a Transcendent Demigod, especially in the opponent's home territory, continuing to commit forces would be tantamount to throwing the entire race's elite into an incinerator.
Even more terrifying, who could guarantee that the Blue Star only had one such God?
Behind that tide of insects, did even older, more terrifying existences lurk?
For a time, the discussions beneath the throne were like suppressed lava.
Fear, doubt, and strategic wavering, like cold venom, spread through the hearts of several lords who had once torn apart star rivers.
"Change of strategy? Stop the war?"
Prophet Virgil's cold voice suddenly rang out, like an arctic gale instantly freezing all the clamor.
He slowly raised his head, the nebula halo beneath his hood ceased its frantic rotation, collapsing into two points of absolute darkness so profound they seemed capable of swallowing all light.
Those two points of darkness 'watched' each lord, carrying a coldness that saw through everything and a hint of unquestionable mockery.
"Foolish!"
His voice suddenly rose, not in volume, but in mental impact, causing a stinging pain in the Sea of Consciousness of several lords.
"The moment our claws tore through the spatial barrier and stepped into the other realm, the wheels of war crushed all possibility of turning back!"
