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Chapter 1220 - 465: Goddess Ba VS Desolate God_3
It was a cyan light, dazzling and bright, vanishing spirits and demons upon sight, life and death separated by a mere finger’s width.
"Boom!!"
The Desert Wood Ant, caught off guard as it charged forward, hurriedly closed its eyes.
But Goddess Ba not only didn’t retreat, she advanced, her incarnation as the cyan divine sun sprinted tens of thousands of meters, trapping the Desert Wood Ant’s true body and leaving it no room to escape.
"Bang Bang Bang Bang!!"
Limbs instantly returned, corpse claws as blades, slicing through the Desert Wood Ant’s insect armor, bones as hammers, pounding on the Desert Wood Ant’s face.
In a few exchanges of blows, the dignified Desolate Divine, was completely at a disadvantage, without seizing even one opportunity to strike back.
"Although I’m not in my complete form, I have more than enough to defeat you."
Goddess Ba peered coldly, her arms plunging directly into the flesh of the Great Desolate God, as streaks of dark yellow blood crawled up her arms, ultimately converging towards her heart.
"Mine... that’s mine..."
"Origin of Life... hard-earned... collected..."
——The Desert Wood Ant was enraged.
Its insect limbs instantly turned into sickles, fiercely hacking at Goddess Ba’s arms, attempting to cut off her life plundering.
The strike was swift and fierce like a dragon, and it succeeded.
But Goddess Ba remained unmoved; even as flesh turned inside out and blood splattered, the deep cyan bones, hard as divine iron, remained unbreakable.
The Desert Wood Ant repeatedly struck, again and again being blocked by bones.
By the time its insect armor had mostly melted, its outer defenses seriously compromised, it showed signs of panic and began looking for ways to escape.
"During the sixth epoch of the Ancient Era, I once killed a Great Desolate God."
"He was stronger than you, it was nearly him who survived, not me."
"I remember he said he came from Corpse Mountain, I suppose he was one of your forebearers?"
Goddess Ba had no head, but that ever-shining cyan sun perpetually revolved with a mysterious hue:
"Unfortunately, I’m not in my complete form."
"If we fought to the death, I might be able to kill you, but I would also be dragged to the brink of death..."
"Whimper..."
The Desert Wood Ant, whether it understood or was scared stiff, shivered, its torso wrapping around its head like a turtle shell.
Goddess Ba stated flatly:
"I will draw your Divine Blood for two hours, then you may leave on your own."
"If you do not comply, what does it matter if I am close to death? As long as I don’t die in the end, I will obtain the corpse of a Desolate God and some bones of the Bone God. Given time to absorb them all, the benefits will be considerable."
"A little less... can I not?"
The Desert Wood Ant, like a child who had just started kindergarten, tried to haggle.
Goddess Ba’s corpse claws plunged in deeper, the subtle spiritual fluctuations exuding an undeniable majesty:
"Now it’s four hours."
"With each time you haggle, the cost doubles."
"Whimper... I... I’ll have my grandfather beat the shit out of you..."
The Desert Wood Ant cried like a child, its aggrieved spiritual wafer causing the entire Earth God Mountain to buzz with vibrations.
"Oh? Are there Great Completion Desolate Divine beings in Corpse Mountain? Left from the Near Ancient times, or survivors of the Ancient times?"
Maintaining her plundering stance, Goddess Ba pondered for a second and responded composedly:
"Let him come, I will kill anyone who comes."
"Better yet, I have some interest in Corpse Mountain. If I can devour your essence, the Hanba Clan will birth more offspring, and the Solar Abyss will regain the true prosperity of the Ancient Era."
"You can’t... defeat... grandfather..."
The Desert Wood Ant glared with its eyes, grumbling and shrinking back:
"Grandfather... is the strongest..."
"Is that so?"
Goddess Ba grabbed an eyeball in one hand and said calmly:
"Then don’t go back."
"Whether your grandfather can avenge you or not, you will not see that day come."
"No! I want to go home!"
The Desert Wood Ant was not afraid of the threat, it suddenly grew braver, clamoring fiercely:
"For you... Origin of Life!"
"Let me... go home!"
"Ten hours." Goddess Ba said indifferently.
"You... shameless!"
"No, that’s wrong... you don’t have a head... you literally have no face..."
The Desert Wood Ant hesitated, its insect limbs twisted in thought for a long time, before it despondently drooped its head:
"Do you... keep your word?"
"Hmm."
Goddess Ba increased the extraction speed, even her legs stabbing into the Desert Wood Ant’s flesh as if embracing a delicious meal, ceaselessly drawing.
Outside, Ye Hanjun aboard the bone ship was dumbstruck.
Is this the heavyweight of the Solar Abyss? Even with the absence of a head, not fully divine, she beat the Great Desolate God to the ground, commanding her like she dares not disobey?
"You’ll get used to it."
Mie Quan patted Ye Hanjun’s shoulder, lifted his chin, eyes full of pride:
"Otherwise, what do you think? How did the Ancestor’s name of invincibility come to be?"
"That was borne from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The bones of divine beings forged the Ancestor’s throne; with each divine being slain, she became stronger. Over time, the ’Divine King’ that even gods fear was born..."
"Hmm, it’s been a while since this scene."
Mu Yi nodded, his face expressionless, treating it as normal:
"To witness the Ancestor’s overwhelming battles again in the New Era, it’s undoubtedly uplifting."
"However... I am quite curious about the ’grandfather’ the Desert Wood Ant mentioned..."
Mu Yi exchanged glances with Ye Hanjun.
Both the corpse and the man recalled that Evil God Sarus had mentioned that at the origin of the Desolate God lineage during the Primordial Era was ’Huang Shi’.
Ancient Evil God, Primordial Calamity God, both had survived.
Could it be that this Ancient Desolate God had also toughed it out, barely clinging to life until now?
"Hard to say."
Ye Hanjun shook his head, the secrets of the Near Ancient and Ancient times he could not fully gather, the Ancient times... were simply too far away.
Such high-level information was far beyond what he could hope to reach now.
But, to think the worst is often a sign of foresight.
If the Ancient Desolate God really survived, lying in wait in Corpse Mountain, biding its time.
With Sarus, Bai E, and several years later, when the three lead Evils descend on the mortal world, what kind of turmoil and bloodshed will they unleash?