Instantly swallowed by the giant maw of the teleportation worm, Alka emerged the instant he was swallowed.
This worm itself was simply a simple and quick portal entrance.
It was simply easily manipulated by the Devouring Mouth.
For Alka, who also possessed spatial attributes, removing the anomaly was simple.
So, he left the area in an instant.
While he still traveled a distance upon leaving, the distance traveled was much shorter, just outside the city walls, a mere hundred meters away.
"You rushed all over here, risking your life, just to teleport me here?"
Alka asked, looking around in confusion.
Even then, the energy left on the Devouring Mouth's chest scar was still hindering its healing. Blood flowed out like lava, looking infinitely more miserable than Alka's, yet he still wore a smile.
"This little distance is enough."
The moment the words fell, the tiny area of several meters between them was cut and then transformed.
A force came from another direction.
In a trance, Alka and the Devouring Mouth disappeared from their original location and reappeared in the distance, surrounded by a group of demons.
However, those demons were weak, the strongest at only Stage Five. They surrounded them in a circle, showing no intention of attacking.
Alka could feel it.
The space around him was almost solidified, becoming completely unshakable. Order reached its peak here, and the aura of the abyss maintained the surroundings.
These extremely strange and contrasting scenes appeared before him.
Various protective layers appeared around him, forming a perfect, solid cage forged by the demons. They prevented anyone from leaving, and also prevented anyone from entering.
...
On the city wall, Pororo, unleashing his full potential, unleashed a violent storm of lightning and lightning. Ultimately, it shattered the demon before it.
However, no fragments of its body remained. With the demon's death, it transformed into a phantom and vanished.
Simon, witnessing this, widened his eyes.
"There's a problem! These demon lords are all illusions condensed from their power, not real beings!"
The moment he realized what he was shouting...
All those struggling with the demon lords simultaneously looked at their opponents.
The demon lords merely grinned and vanished.
Watching this scene...
The wise elders from the Church of the Holy Machine instantly saw through the clues.
"A phantom of strength, condensed from pure magic and strength.
It takes a long time to form. Some very sophisticated technique was used...
Clearly, this isn't something a demon could create, but rather something created with the cooperation of demons and the assistance of our presence."
This phantom's strength is comparable to the original, but it takes a very long time to create, and it only lasts for a short time, providing only a delay.
It will also be weakened for a long time.
It dissipated after the problem was discovered.
This must be some unknown weakness, designed to prevent them from discovering that this incredibly lifelike clone has no flaws unless one of them is eliminated.
"Those evil gods?" the archbishop muttered.
Clearly, this is the result of cooperation between evil gods and demons.
"But what is the purpose of creating these phantoms?" Greyfar asked, puzzled.
This illusion, once one is destroyed, will lead them to discover Duan Yi. This discovery will then trigger the disappearance of the strange illusions. This must have some purpose.
"Arka, Arka's gone!"
A giant dragon beast, after a flight, flew over and said, then landed as Urulius and Jason.
Arka, who had just been battling the Devouring Mouth, vanished along with it.
Normally, Arka would have passed through the mirror portal and instantly reappeared before everyone.
And the fact that it could have fought Arka for so long suggests that the Devouring Mouth is its true form, not an illusion.
"Arka's gone? Could it be..."
Everyone couldn't help but wonder. Could this attack be aimed solely at Arka?
That's a bit too strange. Why?
Some people didn't understand, but the faces of the leaders of the Church of the Four Gods, Jason, and the others had already turned grim.
Some who didn't understand the situation, seeing the grim expressions of these powerful figures, knew that Alka might truly be very important to the front line, at least much more important than they had imagined or understood.
And now.
In the spatial prison that imprisoned Alka and the Devouring Mouth.
The Devouring Mouth was now in tatters.
The horns on its head and the bat wings behind it were torn to shreds, completely useless. Broken limbs and fragments were scattered around.
The Devouring Mouth leaned against a stone pillar, almost dying.
Alka stood beside him and looked at him: "So you're willing to risk your own life to hold me here?
Isn't it strange? Demons aren't so willing to sacrifice themselves, and you certainly aren't one of those beings."
The Devouring Mouth sacrificed himself just to allow Alka to come here and imprison him.
If it were any other decent race, they might actually make such a sacrifice, but the problem was, these were demons.
Chaos, recklessness, and selfishness were their natures, and the demon before them was even more so.
Alka didn't believe he would sacrifice himself and become bait for his own sake.
Devouring Mouth, severely wounded and on the verge of death, suddenly smiled.
"Ahem, ahem, hahaha, you will die in my hands soon. I will tear your body and soul into pieces in front of everyone.
My humiliation will be washed away at this moment, hahaha."
Devouring Mouth laughed, a maniacal laugh.
It was clear that the backup plan he had prepared was ready to be used.
Strangely, Alka didn't take this opportunity to move forward and finish him off. It was clear that Devouring Mouth was ready to let Alka come and kill him, so that his strength could be strengthened and he could return to his true self, giving Alka a surprise. After coughing twice, the Devouring Mouth looked at Alka strangely.
"Why don't you take this opportunity to finish me off? This might be your only chance."
Alka smiled, "Why don't you show me?"
The Devouring Mouth frowned.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, then suddenly widened his eyes.
Panic, fear, confusion.
Everything flowed through his eyes.
He had never lost his composure like this before, his expression frightened and almost frantic.
"Impossible? This is impossible! What's going on? Why? Farol! You damn it..."
The Devouring Mouth nearly lost his mind at this moment. He believed Farol had rigged things, causing him to lose the Abyss Core right now.
However, before he could finish his words, he saw what Alka was holding.
It was a round object encased in a transparent mirror.
It exuded a rich aura of the Abyss.
It was the Abyss Core that had once belonged to him, hidden within him.
At some point, it had appeared in Alka's hands.
"Is this your last trump card, your last resort?" Alka glanced at the object in his hand, then turned and stared at the Devouring Mouth with a smile.
"Give it back to me, give it back to me now!" The Devouring Mouth was nearly frantic.
Seeing the Devouring Mouth like this, Alka suddenly felt bored.
"The opponent who once gave me such a hard time has now become like this? Why not give yourself a little dignity one last time?"
I wonder if Alka's words had awakened him.
The Devouring Mouth gradually calmed down.
Leaning against the stone pillar where it had once stood, it gazed up at the sky.
Then it stared down at Alka again. "When did you take it?"
"Did you notice your soul was tampered with? The thing left within your soul is deeply hidden, and its sole purpose is to render you dazed for a second.
But that second is enough for me."
After hearing Alka's reminder, the Devouring Mouth immediately understood.
What immediately occurred to him was, of course, the manipulation Alka and his companions had done to his soul many years ago, using the remaining souls of their clones.
But had he never imagined that it was all a sham, a mere means of leaving an invisible thread within his soul, allowing him to daze for a second when necessary?
It was that very second that Alka had stolen the Abyss Core he had always hidden deep within his body, a force he hadn't even noticed.
Because he had never imagined the Abyss Core within him could be stolen, never, ever.
That second of daze hadn't even occurred to him.
"Did you know I was trying to trick you? Did you come here willingly? Did you know there was a trap?"
Alka didn't answer.
Instead, he smiled and walked over, piercing him with his elemental weapon.
Then he began to extract his soul.
"Heh, heh... You've tricked us all..."
The voice was intermittent.
But the Devouring Mouth, finding strength from nowhere, suddenly grasped Alka's shoulder.
"Give me a chance to see their end..."
Hearing this, Alka rolled his eyes helplessly.
You have to admit that at this moment, the chaotic emotions among the demons made them only think of watching their colleagues fall like themselves.
Even if it meant death, they wanted to see them, perhaps even offer a mocking remark or two.
Alka could see it. A vast amount of negative energy was drawn from the soul extracted from the Devourer's mouth.
For the Devourer, so proud and arrogant, considering himself the foremost among demons, he had been the butt of ridicule since meeting Alka. This accumulated negative energy drove him to madness.
This madness drove him to the point of wanting to see, even in death, those who mocked him, share his fate.
Alka reached out and plucked out one of the Devourer's eyes.
He poured all the extracted soul into the eye and sealed it with glass.
"Use this one eye of yours to take a good look. You are my driving force. Without you, my strength wouldn't have grown so quickly."
He then grabbed the remaining body, transformed it into residual energy, and tossed it into the furnace of the dream world.
Alka also tossed the eye into the dream world.
Lost in a fixed time zone.
Prevent the soul in the eye from escaping.
When that moment came, Alka didn't mind letting his eye soul witness the final scene.
After completing all this, Alka sat there, watching the demons outside the spatial cage stare at him.
Soon, the demons all took a detour.
Because a total of eight demons, emitting a powerful aura, surrounded the prison, staring at him within.
These were the eight remaining demon lords.
"Where's the Devouring Mouth?" Sullenster asked curiously.
Logically, when they arrived, they should have seen the Devouring Mouth completely controlling Alka, not Alka sitting there alone, relaxed and at ease.
Hearing Sullenster's words,
Alka stood up slowly, dusted off his butt, then pinched an eyeball between two fingers and waved it in front of everyone.
"Here."
The demons stared at the eyeball.
It was undoubtedly the Devourer's eye.
"You killed him? How did you do it?" Farol, standing outside, asked in confusion.
Clearly, Alka didn't have the strength to do that.
Once the Devourer unleashed its full power, even a god would be significantly strengthened.
Alka, while powerful, clearly wasn't at the level of a god.
Alka clearly had no intention of answering them.
"A waste is a waste, a coward is a coward, and until the end, they're all losers," a demon said.
"Just call him a failure from now on."
Failure after failure earned the Devourer the title of loser in his final death.
"Now it's your turn, human," Salunster said, staring at Alka.
Alka looked at them. "Congratulations, you won a fight."
"Then the question becomes, who will get the honor of taking my life?
Which brave warrior will step in? You can't be such cowards that you'll gang up on me, can you?"
Alka said from inside with a smile.
Hearing this, two demons immediately rushed in, eager to fight Alka single-handedly.
"You fools, go in together! Don't give him any chance to escape."
Salenster said, stepping inside.
The other demons reluctantly followed.
"A bunch of cowards," Alka shrugged.
But at this moment, Farol suddenly stepped forward and spoke.
"In this final opportunity, I ask you: are you willing to submit to the Abyss? The Abyss promises you a journey of lordship the moment you fall into the Abyss. It will grant you a passage through the Abyss' layers as your territory.
And later, when this world falls into the Abyss, you will also claim a desired area.
You will personally claim the lives of the gods who betrayed you."
The first to react upon hearing this were not Alka, but the nearby demon lords.
Though dissatisfied, they could only hold their anger.
This was clearly a promise made by the Abyss itself.
"A generous promise, but I refuse," Alka said.
"Don't think you have nothing to fear just because your soul will return to the Dream Realm. The reason we've made these arrangements is to ensure that even your soul cannot return to the Dream Realm."
Falor stared at Alka and spoke word by word. Their traps had already been upgraded with the addition of the traitorous gods.
From physical destruction to complete death.
Alka looked at them.
He spat in disdain.
"Come on," he said, charging forward first.
...
The fortress on the front lines was being organized.
The search began.
But at this moment, a spatial distortion occurred beneath the city wall in front of them.
This distorted scene naturally caught everyone's attention.
As space distorted,
a dimension shifted.
Instantly, a large group of demons appeared, and at the center of the demons were eight demon lords.
They surrounded a platform, standing around it, facing the fortress.
Before them was a hellish execution platform.
Arka was hung on it, cross-like.
His hands were raised, pierced by hellish chains, bound to the cross. His legs were also pierced.
As if to preserve the dignity of the powerful, his confinement was limited to this extent, even his soul was bound to his body.
A vibration appeared in the sky.
The phantoms of the Four Gods appeared in the sky, including the Flower Fairy and the new gods who had ascended to the gods over the past ten thousand years.
Correspondingly, the phantoms of the traitorous gods also appeared in the sky.
The traitorous gods and demons, along with the abyssal rifts behind them, together shielded Alka's execution ground.
No divine power could penetrate it and rescue Alka.
It had become a dimension otherworldly.
Such a grand execution ground
The faces of all the humans on the defensive line were bewildered.