Chapter 557 Stripping and Synthesis

The two halves of the God of Mist trembled violently in the void, and gray blood kept gushing from the cuts, forming patches of gray blood mist in the void.

His eyes were filled with fear, because he could sense that Lin Xiao was not joking.

He truly wanted to strip away his power and make everything he possessed his own.

"You can't do this!" he shouted, his voice tinged with despair. "I am a being of the chaotic void, a tenth-tier powerhouse! You can't use me as nourishment!"

Lin Xiao shook her head, a cold glint in her eyes.

"Why not?"

"You have devoured countless lives, destroyed countless galaxies, and turned everything they possessed into your power."

"Now, I'm just treating you the same way."

"This is called cause and effect, retribution."

As soon as he finished speaking, his omniscient and omnipotent power was fully activated, reaching out towards the two halves of the God of Mist.

Those powers transformed into countless tiny tentacles, burrowing into the body of the God of Mist and beginning to strip away his power.

Gray light surged from the body of the God of Mist, was pulled out little by little by the tentacles, and then absorbed into Lin Xiao's body.

Those gray lights contained the power of the God of Mist, the essence of a tenth-order being, and the rules of the chaotic void.

Every glimmer of gray light represents hundreds of millions of years of accumulation and the sacrifice of countless lives.

But now, they are all in Lin Xiao's possession.

"No...no..." the God of Mist screamed in agony, his body convulsing and his power draining away.

He could sense that his rank was declining and his essence was being stripped away.

If this process continues, he will soon fall from the tenth rank to the ninth rank, then from the ninth rank to the eighth rank, until he becomes an ordinary being without any power.

"Stop...please stop..." he pleaded, his voice trembling with tears. "I can leave this universe, I can never come back, just please let me go..."

Lin Xiao did not stop, because he knew that the words of the God of Mist could not be trusted.

Someone like him would say anything to survive, but if given the chance, he'll turn the tables on you.

It's better to nip it in the bud than to leave it as a future problem.

The peeling process took a long time, perhaps a few minutes, perhaps a few hours.

In this void, time has lost its meaning.

Lin Xiao's omnipotent power was fully activated, gradually extracting the power of the God of Mist and absorbing it into his body.

He could feel his power growing, his authority strengthening, and his miniature universe expanding.

The power extracted from the God of Mist is merging with his miniature universe, with his omniscient and omnipotent authority, and with himself.

Just as Lin Xiao was stripping away the power of the God of Mist, the battles on other battlefields had already ended.

On the eastern side of the battlefield, Zhuge Duo's Web of Fate had completely trapped Dark Erosion and Frost, and the silvery-white light suppressed their power to the extreme.

Zhao Da's azure sword intent severed all three of Soul Devourer's heads, rendering Soul Devourer's soul power utterly powerless against the sword intent.

Mary Keith's mist devoured the mist of the Hidden Mist, completely absorbing his power and making Mary Keith even stronger.

Shi Yan used his power of time to freeze the remaining four ninth-tier warriors, and then defeated them one by one.

The moment the God of Mist was cut in two, the Dao Hearts of the eight ninth-tier cultivators completely collapsed.

The high priest stared in disbelief at the God of Mist, who had been cut in two in the void.

"Impossible... This is impossible... How could God possibly be defeated..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Duo's threads of fate pierced his heart, draining all his life force.

Dark Eclipse and Frostbite exchanged a glance, both seeing the despair in each other's eyes.

They knelt on the ground and gave up resistance.

It's not that they didn't want to resist, but that they had lost the will to resist.

The god of mist, whom they worshipped and had followed for hundreds of millions of years, was actually cut in two by a human who had just broken through to the tenth rank.

This shock and despair completely shattered their Daoist resolve.

Zhao Da gave them no chance; his cyan sword intent swept across, severing all their heads.

The three heads of Soul Devourer floated in the void, their eyes filled with fear and resentment.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

But his pleas were to no avail; the destructive power of the blazing sky burned all three of his heads to ashes.

The remaining four ninth-tier beings were also powerless against Shi Yan's power of time.

Their time was stopped, their consciousness was frozen, and their bodies were broken one by one.

Of the eight ninth-rank individuals, six were killed on the spot.

Only two survived.

One was Mist Shadow, who was completely suppressed by Mary Keith's mist and lost the ability to resist.

The other was some unknown ninth-rank being who was frozen by Shi Yan's power of time and then sent to Lin Xiao.

Because Lin Xiao had said that he might need some survivors from the Misty World for research.

Right now, Lin Xiao is stripping away the power of the God of Mist.

As Wuyin looked at the God of Mist, who had been cut in two in the void, a trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.

His faith in the God of Mist was pure, sincere, and untainted.

But at this moment, his faith crumbled.

Because he saw that the god he believed in was being stripped of his power by a human, and was being absorbed and devoured by a human.

That scene was unacceptable to him.

"Kill me," he said softly, his eyes showing no desire to live.

Mary Keith looked at him, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Wuyin shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

"My god is dying, what's the point of my life?"

"Kill me, let me meet death with God."

Mary Keith paused for a moment, then nodded.

The gray mist enveloped Wuyin, slowly draining his life force away.

Wuyin did not struggle or scream; he simply watched the God of Mist, who had been cut in two in the void, with eyes full of piety.

In other areas of the battlefield, battles below the ninth rank had also ended.

The moment the God of Mist was cut in two, all the powerful beings in the Mist World lost their will to fight.

Their god has been defeated, so what are they fighting for?

Zhuanlun, Fentian, Yanhuang, Yechen, Cangxuan, Hongmeng, and Lüqiong, seven eighth-tier powerhouses with SSS-level talents, led the warriors of the Eternal Alliance to kill all the powerhouses in the Misty World who had lost their will to fight.

Blood drifted in the air, and screams echoed one after another.

None of the powerful figures in the misty world surrendered.

Because they knew that even if they surrendered, the Eternal Alliance would not let them go.

They slaughtered dozens of races and hundreds of billions of lives. This sin is so great that even dying ten thousand times would not be enough to atone for it.

The battle is over.

Eternal Alliance won.

Billions of warriors hovered in the void, looking at Lin Xiao in the center of the battlefield with awe in their eyes.

Because what Lin Xiao is doing is not only defeating the God of Mist, but also completely devouring him.

This strength and courage deeply impressed them.