Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 443 - 119: Whittling Away

"Thud..."

"Thud—"

"Thud———"

In the chaotic temporal space, there hadn’t been any so-called ’portals’, but when the forces of two worlds collided, it seemed as if it became visible along with them.

Both originated from the same source and were mutually opposing and repelling, yet behind that repulsion was a mutual attraction. So, when Hell’s ’gate’ was in front of her, Moya didn’t hesitate to charge at it.

"Thud—!"

The dull impact sound brought with it a spray of blood, but the slight pain instead aroused a certain ’ferocity’ in Moya.

It was hard to say if she was influenced by the chaotic power of the Abyss, but she didn’t seem to be an overly intelligent deity to begin with. From the moment she realized her current situation, the Mother of Demons developed an insatiable desire for destruction.

She wanted to destroy something, whether it was someone else or herself.

"Clang—!!"

"Crack—"

She couldn’t remember how many times she had collided, until at a certain moment, Moya felt as if she had broken through something, passing through some barrier, and arrived somewhere else.

The power of the Nine Hells began to suppress her, but the world that was fully resisting the Abyss didn’t have much power to spare. It was more of a reminder to Moya that she had entered.

Without time to react, Moya was once again cast into the ground of the noisy space tunnel. The force continued, sending her through the earth’s layers until she fell out of the Nine Hells and struck against the body of an eight-armed, three-headed Titan.

Flesh tore and then healed, and with a mere shake of her body, Moya stood up again. At the end of her gaze, she saw the one who had attacked her.

Rising from nothingness, crawling through space-time, a massive snake head protruded from the interdimensional plane. Its blood-red eyes were fixed on the demons, not hiding the murderous intent within.

However, at this sight, Moya let out a sharp laugh, showing no anger from the attack.

"Good, very good—"

"Since you don’t want to fight me inside, then come outside... Although regardless of where, the outcome awaiting you will be no different!"

Fighting here actually aided the display of her powers more. As for the potential damage to some layers of the Abyss, neither Moya nor Tartarus really cared too much.

In comparison, the significances of a few Demon Gods were somewhat greater; they at least indeed represented some aspect of the Abyss’s authority. If something happened to them, that would be a significant issue. So without any fancy moves and still lacking any knowledge of other tactics, she charged at her opponent in the same primitive way as before.

It might look somewhat foolish, but it was the most effective method. She didn’t need to do anything else; from now on, Moya just had to ensure that her opponent was too overwhelmed to care about anything else.

...

At the junction connecting the Abyss and Hell, at the entrance to the first layer of Hell.

Unlike the turbulence outside, this place still seemed somewhat calm. After all, even the Demon Gods passing through here didn’t stay long, instead following an indistinct call toward the depths of the world.

So now, only one guy was left here, who intended to lay low but unexpectedly stumbled upon a ticking bomb.