radicalducati Chapter 315
Chapter 315
When Caesar heard this, a trace of determination and madness suddenly flashed in his empty eyes.
He was like a trapped beast forced to the edge of a cliff by desperation, and at this last moment, he chose to go all out.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared: "Lu Chen, don't humiliate me like this! I, Caesar, was once the overlord of Blue Star, but now you have forced me to such a situation. I can't survive like a stray dog!"
Lu Chen frowned slightly, and his eyes showed a trace of expected coldness. He stared at Caesar quietly, without saying a word, as if waiting for the other party to vent his last anger.
Seeing that Lu Chen was unmoved, Caesar's anger burned more and more fiercely.
His aura was disordered, and his originally weak spiritual power was surging wildly at this moment. His hands quickly formed seals in front of him, and strange and powerful runes flashed out, gathering into a surging energy wave, rushing straight towards Lu Chen.
"Today, I will fight you to the death!" He roared, and the sound in the air made people's eardrums hurt.
Seeing this, the Chinese people around were shocked and subconsciously stepped back a few steps, their eyes full of tension and worry.
Although they hated Caesar to the bone, they also knew that he was a god-level strongman!
Just wave your hand and you can easily kill anyone present!
However, Lu Chen would not give him this opportunity at all.
The Netherworld Demon Orb in Lu Chen's body surged wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the Devouring Heaven Demon Mist had already wrapped Caesar in it.
Caesar was trapped in the thick Devouring Heaven Demon Mist, and felt that the world around him instantly fell into a dead silence and darkness.
The magic mist seemed to have life, entwining him, constantly eroding his spiritual power, causing the power in his body to drain away rapidly like a flood.
He stared wide-eyed in horror, trying to find a way out, but wherever he looked, there was chaos and nothing could be seen.
"Lu Chen, you despicable villain! If you have the ability, fight me head-on!" Caesar roared in the magic mist, his voice distorted by fear and anger.
He waved his arms frantically, trying to dispel the magic mist, but everything was in vain. Every wave only made him feel more tired and his spiritual power disappeared faster.
Lu Chen stood outside the magic mist, his eyes cold, as if he was looking down at a beast trapped in a cage and struggling in vain.
"Caesar, since you are stubborn and want to resist, don't blame me for being merciless. This sky-swallowing magic fog will be your burial place."
His voice was calm but full of unquestionable majesty, reverberating in the air, making the Chinese people around him feel a little relieved.
In the depths of the magic fog that was so thick that it seemed to be substantial, Caesar's figure looked particularly embarrassed and small.
The magic fog was like thousands of cold iron chains, tightly wrapped around his body, penetrating into his pores, and eroding every inch of his body.
He could clearly feel that his body was becoming heavier and heavier, his legs seemed to be filled with boiling lead liquid, and then solidified instantly. Every move was at a great cost, as if he was dragging a huge stone forward with difficulty.
At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.
His strength was almost exhausted!
The spiritual power that was once so surging and powerful that it could split mountains and rocks disappeared without a trace like the sea water after the tide receded.
All this originated from the terrifying Heaven-Devouring Demonic Mist. After Lu Chen was promoted to the God Level in one fell swoop, it was like being reborn and underwent a tremendous transformation.
The suppression power emitted by this magic mist is now so terrifying that even a low-level god like Caesar, who was once famous on Blue Star, would be like an ant trapped in a quagmire and be deprived of all power in an instant once he falls into it.
He tried his best to mobilize even the slightest bit of power in his body, but every time he tried, he only felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The emptiness as if his soul was emptied made his body weaker and shaky.
Caesar knew that if he didn't want to die in the magic mist, the only thing he could rely on now was the power of rules!
He closed his eyes tightly, his cracked lips trembled slightly, and he concentrated all his energy, trying to sense the subtle but crucial rules from the chaotic world in this desperate situation.
However, after being promoted to the god level, the Devouring Heaven Mist could even block some of the power of rules!
His forehead was bulging with veins, sweat was pouring down like rain, his teeth were clenched, and the muscles on his face were twitching violently due to excessive force. The whole person was immersed in extreme concentration and pain.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and every second that passed seemed like aIt was as long as a century.
Finally, between life and death, he caught a trace of the power of rules. It felt like seeing a faint starlight in the distance in the endless dark abyss. Although it was so small that it was almost pitiful, it gave him a glimmer of hope for survival.
With this remaining support, Caesar moved his feet in the magic fog with difficulty.
His figure was looming in the magic fog, like a ghost, and every step was extremely difficult, like a trapped beast struggling to move forward in a sticky muddy swamp.
As he moved, the magic fog was like an enraged prehistoric beast, surging more and more violently, constantly squeezing towards him, trying to drag him back into the endless dark abyss and completely wipe out his last resistance.
But in this desperate situation of life and death, Caesar's will to survive burned like wild grass in his heart. How could he be willing to die like this?
With years of immersion in the power of rules, he endured the double torture of body and mind, and tried his best to gather the remaining power of rules in his body.
In an instant, a faint light appeared around him, which was the light of hope that he ignited with his life.
Caesar struggled to stand up. Although his legs were shaking and his body was shaky, his eyes were shining with determination.
He quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him. Every movement was full of his desire for life. He muttered something in his mouth, trying to use his unique power of rules to tear a crack leading to life in this desperate situation.
As he acted, the surrounding magic fog seemed to be restrained by some force, and it stopped surging for a short time and stagnated for a moment.
Lu Chen stood outside the magic fog, his eyes slightly condensed, and he noticed Caesar's movement.
This once invincible opponent, even on the verge of despair, could still burst out such a tenacious resistance, which surprised him a little.
However, Lu Chen's mouth immediately raised a cold arc, he raised his right hand calmly, palm up, five fingers gently bent, as if controlling the most mysterious power in the world.
At the critical moment when Caesar was about to break through the shackles of the magic fog with the power of rules, Lu Chen moved.
A faint blue light flashed in his eyes, which was a sign of the operation of the power of time rules.
He saw him gently wave his sleeves, and an invisible but majestic force instantly spread out, and time seemed to be controlled by it at this moment, and fell into chaos.
Caesar only felt that the scene in front of him changed suddenly. He, who had been struggling to fight against the magic fog, suddenly found that his movements became extremely slow. Every handprint seemed to be slowed down countless times, and even his thinking seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, becoming sluggish and slow.
He widened his eyes in horror, watching Lu Chen walk towards him step by step, but he was powerless to react. The deep feeling of powerlessness made him feel more desperate than the erosion of the magic fog.
Lu Chen strolled in this distorted time field, as calmly as walking in his own backyard.
He looked at Caesar's terrified look and said coldly: "Caesar, do you think you can compete with me with this little rule power? Today is your death."
After that, he lightly tapped his finger, and a light containing the power of time shot out like lightning, heading straight for Caesar.
Caesar had no way to avoid it, and the light instantly hit his chest. In an instant, his body began to decay and age at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His skin became wrinkled and dry, his hair quickly turned white and fell off, and his bones creaked, as if he had experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes in an instant.
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. He could only watch his vitality slip away rapidly.
With a muffled "bang!", Caesar's body fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
At this moment, he had become a skinny, lifeless wreckage, completely submerged by the torrent of time.