Faced with the impact of an entire world, the Desolate Evil God cowered. Every world is a perfectly constructed entity of rules. Being hit by a world is not just about enduring a massive physical attack.
Although the Desolate Evil God desperately wanted to dodge, he ultimately couldn't. When the world was held in Muria's hand, it appeared small, but once thrown, it rapidly expanded to a size that made evasion impossible.
Moreover, after the world was thrown, the surrounding void was completely sealed. Although the sealing force wasn't strong and he could have shattered it, he didn't have the time, so he had no chance to escape.
Thus, under Muria's gaze, the attack that even he himself found insane struck the Desolate Evil God, also engulfing the surrounding minions.
The contact between the world and the Desolate Evil God lasted only a moment. Then, the Desolate Evil God's body exploded without any resistance. Bone fragments, flesh, scales, blood… his body turned into powder, trailing streams of light as it scattered in all directions.
These fragments carried terrifying kinetic energy, obliterating everything in their path. Almost nothing could stop them. As a result, the Desolate Evil God's minions were once again severely injured by their master's uncontrollable power, suffering heavy casualties.
However, some of the Desolate Evil God's minions were relatively lucky. They weren't harmed by their master because they had already been vaporized into the most basic units of matter before he exploded.
Yes, these were the "lucky" minions who had experienced the weight of the world alongside their master. They had encountered an attack that even an epic would rarely face—being reduced to nothingness under the weight of a world. This manner of death was quite prestigious, very worth it.
At least Muria thought these guys got their money's worth, because even he couldn't pull off such an attack a second time unless he was willing to give up his demiplane that had merged with a world.
Every world that nurtures life is a treasure in the void. Their existence makes the vast, dark void no longer lifeless. They are the source of life, the foundation for the void's vibrant diversity. Under normal circumstances, a world would never be used as a weapon.
Not to mention how few epics could move a world and use it as a weapon, even if there were such epics, they would never use a world in this way.
Because an epic capable of moving a world could inflict far greater damage on an enemy than by throwing a world. There was no need for such an inefficient attack.
Muria's ability to throw a world wasn't because he possessed the true power to move a world, but because the world had first been eroded by an evil god and then merged with his demiplane, granting him near-complete control over it. This allowed him to perform such an unbelievable feat.
Moreover, it wasn't that Muria had a sudden, whimsical idea to use the world as a weapon. The world's residual will had a strong desire for revenge, so Muria went along with it and delivered this blow.
Muria's act of merging his demiplane with the world and then controlling it was akin to a possession. When he truly mastered the world, his will would completely replace the world's consciousness, and everything in the world would operate according to his thoughts.
Before Muria could fully control the world, he had to erase or merge with the world's original will. To do this, he needed to fulfill the world's lingering desires.
This world, which had been eroded by an evil god to the brink of destruction, naturally wanted revenge on the culprit. But under normal circumstances, it couldn't do anything to an evil god who could freely traverse the void.
However, Muria happened to arrive, saved it, and attempted to take control. Thus, the world's will went along with it, allowing Muria to throw it as an attack against the Desolate Evil God.
The results of this attack seemed exceptionally glorious. The evil god's body was directly blown apart, and the most elite part of its minion army was destroyed.
But using a world as a weapon was a classic case of "killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred." While the evil god suffered a fundamental injury, the world itself also sustained irreparable damage.
The moment the world struck the evil god's body, a catastrophic earthquake occurred within the world. The land was crushed as easily as tofu, and bottomless chasms spread across the barren earth.
Countless mountains collapsed and shattered during the impact, while some basins and plains were transformed into crisscrossing mountain ranges by the earthquake. The dead seas surged with terrifying tsunamis over a hundred meters high, sweeping away all obstacles in their path.
This earthquake, which changed the world's topography, was just one of the disasters that followed the world's impact. Tornadoes that could shred everything rose from the ground, and unending lightning continuously struck from the sky…
One terrifying disaster after another ravaged the world, but unfortunately, there were no civilizations left for these disasters to destroy. Only a few half-giants and dragon descendants, forcibly transformed, remained.
The world, already ravaged by the evil god's minions, had nothing left to lose. Even if a few more apocalyptic disasters struck, it wouldn't make much difference.
This was also why Muria was willing to use the world as a weapon. He only needed to protect the small area where his minions and the humans of the Great Wall thrived.
"Roar! Son of Titans and Dragons, you've gone too far!"
A roar, suppressed to the extreme and then unleashed, exploded in the void. It was the voice of the Desolate Evil God. After enduring the world's attack, he wasn't dead, even though his body had indeed exploded.
But such damage, while severe for an epic, wasn't fatal. A scene akin to time reversing appeared. The fragments of the evil god's body, which had just been blown apart and scattered in all directions, trailed streams of light as they flew back.
At the spot where the Desolate Evil God had been struck by the world, countless streams of light gathered once more, and the Desolate Evil God, shrouded in the cursed mist of a destroyed world, reappeared. He looked no different from his perfect state before the attack.
But Muria knew that this evil god had definitely suffered a fundamental injury. Otherwise, the previously thoroughly cowardly evil god wouldn't have lost his temper.
As for what price the Desolate Evil God had paid to maintain his previous peak state, Muria didn't know, because he had never experienced having his body blown apart and then restored.
However, he could make a rough estimate. The body of an epic possessed extraordinary vitality, so much so that an epic could regenerate from a single drop of blood.
Even if an epic's body was reduced to a single drop of blood, that epic could still regenerate their entire body from that last drop.
But such regeneration would undoubtedly come at a cost. No matter where, mass is always conserved. Thus, an epic who had their body blown apart and then fully restored must have paid a price—such as source power.
"Have you still not realized it yet, World Destroyer? Whether you're willing to fight me or not, I see you as an enemy. I intend to use all my strength to make you fall here. So, bring out your full power!"
"Meddlesome fool." When Muria called him a World Destroyer, the Desolate Evil God understood what kind of being he was dealing with. He quickly adjusted his mindset, knowing that battle was now unavoidable.
Thus, the Desolate Evil God, having adjusted his mindset, extended a massive claw and grabbed at the world that was now right in front of him.
With the Desolate Evil God's vision, he could see that the world the Son of Titans and Dragons had used as a weapon against him was closely connected to him.
Thus, the world that had just destroyed his body became his first target. However, before his claw could land, a brilliant golden sword light rose from the world and struck his claw.
Splat!
A spray of black divine blood gushed out and fell into the world, turning into a black rainstorm. The black rain fell on the earth, creating small craters and refusing to merge with the ground.
Soon, small black puddles formed in the areas where the rain fell. These puddles expanded and connected, threatening to form a lake.
But this nascent lake never got the chance to grow further. A golden light fell straight from the sky and slammed into the lake, leaving a clear sword mark in the air.
Golden sword energy wildly spread, forming a storm of sword energy that swept across the heavens and earth, directly destroying the black rainstorm. The black rain and sword energy clashed and annihilated each other.
In the end, the world was left clear and bright, with only a sword embedded in a crater, emitting a reluctant hum…
"You're too cowardly, World Destroyer. Is this how you are when you destroy worlds?"
When the Desolate Evil God unhesitatingly attacked the world and was blocked by the countermeasures Muria had left behind, Muria took a step forward. A golden path formed under his feet, spanning the void and standing between the Desolate Evil God and the world.
After the Desolate Evil God knocked down the Demon-Slaying Sword, Muria took another step and appeared before the Desolate Evil God, facing this god of destruction, death, and savagery. Tangible fighting spirit mixed with blood energy formed a golden ocean behind him, sweeping in all directions.
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