Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1758 - Chapter 1758 Chapter 648 The Evil God from Beyond the Heavens

Chapter 1758: Chapter 648: The Evil God from Beyond the Heavens, Darren Callum, Eternity Great World_2 Chapter 1758: Chapter 648: The Evil God from Beyond the Heavens, Darren Callum, Eternity Great World_2 Jack Clark said indifferently, “Indeed, Lord of Alvaron, I have broken through to the thirteenth tier.”

“…As befitting a genius who caught the attention of the highest will of the Hell Plane back when he was only at the tenth tier,” Alvaron’s voice carried a hint of astonishment, which then shifted in tone.

“The fifth layer of Hell under my dominion is about to open a Plane Battlefield against a Great Thousand World deep within the Endless Sea.”

“That Great Thousand World has also caught the attention of the Abyss Plane, and there might be a double battlefield opening up. How about it, are you interested in coming to watch the battle?”

“Plane Wars.” Jack Clark narrowed his eyes.

Originally, Jack Clark’s plan was to make contact with the Sparkling Heaven True Emperor, an ancient civilization’s strong man, in the Divine Realm, and then consider the issue of the Plane Battlefield.

However, now with the breakthrough to True Spirit, and a peak combat power comparable to Primordial Stars, Jack Clark no longer had as many reservations about the Plane Battlefield as before.

“Lord of Alvaron inviting me personally is a great honor. Once I have arranged some trivial matters here, I will draw upon the Power of Hell to come over.”

“As for the interdimensional Plane Battlefield, I am also somewhat curious.” After only a brief pondering, Jack Clark made his decision.

“No rush, I also need a bit more time to erode the World Crystal Wall of that world. At that time, I will also introduce you to Hell’s Messengers from other times and powerful worlds.”

Alvaron’s voice was filled with satisfaction, pleased that Jack Clark had agreed to participate in the Plane War.

Their telepathic conversation occurred in an instant, not even noticed by Sherry Williams, that in such a split second, Jack Clark had already communicated with a Lord of Hell.

Drawing back his mind, Jack Clark glanced at the strong men surrounding him, then turned to Sherry Williams: “Sherry, how long until we reach the Flame Wheel Divine Domain?”

Sherry Williams thought for a moment, “According to Blue Star’s time measurement, it should be about ten days or so.”

“If Brother Clark wishes to arrive sooner, I could infuse the Warship with True Spirit Origin to enter subspace jumps, which should take about four days.”

Jack Clark shook his head, “No need to go through so much trouble. Ten days is just right for closed-door cultivation to consolidate my realm.”

Saying so, Jack Clark turned to the Primordial True King and the others.

Before Jack Clark could speak, the Primordial True King smiled, “Go ahead, your cultivation is more important, Jack Clark. We will take care of the expedition team.”

“Thanks to all the Seniors.” Jack Clark smiled and then directly warped space, vanishing in an instant.

As his cultivation level became higher and higher, Jack Clark acted more detached from the mundane world. For instance, he had not walked anywhere on foot for a long time, always moving instantly to his destinations.

And drawing upon the Power of Hell to go to the Plane Battlefield was different from the time-suspended arrival at the Ancient Dueling Arena, as time would flow normally in both places.

With Jack Clark’s current status, his sudden disappearance would certainly cause unrest, hence the need to find an excuse of closed-door cultivation to consolidate his realm.

Still on the mountain peak in the midst of the warship’s Earth, within the pitch-black space torn apart by Rule, the Hell Roulette floated slowly.

In front of the Roulette, which had expanded to a hundred meters in diameter, the blood-red Hell’s Eye in Jack Clark’s glabella slowly opened, full of endless bloody strength, and a towering Sea of Blood.

Jack Clark stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it onto the Hell Roulette, as brilliant blood light surged from the Hell’s Eye in his forehead.

Boom! An endless stream of blood light poured from the Hell’s Eye into the Roulette, causing it to shake violently.

With the Power of Hell infused, the dense, somewhat sinister, red runes on the surface of the Roulette lit up one by one, even breaking away and flying out.

These twisted blood-colored runes rotated in the ink-black Void, converging, and gradually formed a monstrous and ferocious Hell Devil’s head, its huge mouth wide open, devouring Jack Clark in a gulp.

Boom!

Blood light burst forth, Space-Time collapsed, and both Jack Clark and the Hell Devil’s head vanished into thin air, leaving only the dimly lit Hell Roulette floating in the Void.

The Hell Roulette was not only the coordinate for descending, but also Jack Clark’s coordinate for returning.

Otherwise, once he left, as a being comparable to the Primordial, it would be very troublesome for Jack Clark to return to the mythical world, to this point in time.

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The sky was dim, and the Earth was blood-red.

The scorching red Lava Rivers flowed on the Earth like blood vessels, emitting intense heat that burned everything, turning this world into Hell, or to say, this was Hell.

Towering crimson palaces thousands of kilometers high stood on the Earth, surrounded by clouds of blackness that spread over a million kilometers, with countless monsters bearing double wings circling within, emitting piercing hisses.

In front of the palace, supported by giant skeletons, thousands of massive Hell Devils made of white bone stood on the magma flames-burning square.

These Hell Devils varied in size, with the smallest one also being a hundred meters high, exuding a ferocity and pressure comparable to Myth, with blood trickling down, eerie and terrifying.

Inside the crimson Hell Demon Palace, twenty-nine White Bone Thrones, each reaching ten thousand meters tall, stood upright.

At this moment, thirteen figures, each emanating True Spirit Level pressure, sat on these White Bone Thrones, their appearances varied, some as tall as several thousand meters, and some only a few hundred.

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Just then, in front of one of the White Bone Thrones on the left side, Space-Time twisted, and a red light point appeared out of nowhere.

Boom! Blood light expanded, and in an instant, an aura filled with endless slaughter and brutal ruthlessness spread out, painting the Great Hall as if it were a Doomsday Blood Sea Hell.

A figure shrouded in crimson light slowly emerged from within the Blood Sea Hell.

At this moment, Jack Clark, dressed in blood-red armor robes, with blood-like long hair and a handsome, perfect face covered in red scales, was in the form of the Hell Demon God, one of the three facets.

As soon as Jack Clark descended, Space-Time beneath the White Bone Throne collapsed and twisted, automatically shrinking to match his figure.