Let them offer their loyalty!-Chapter 1602 - 667: Battle Against the Eighth Rank Peak!

At this, Qiu Tu suddenly changed the topic and hinted, "So... to avoid trouble, why don't we... keep our distance."

As he spoke, he pointed eastward....

Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of contemplation surfacing in her eyes....

....

Meanwhile. In the southeastern region. At the Isolation Mountains.

The once majestic "Isolation Mountain Range" that stretched between heaven and earth had become a pile of rubble, shattered rock shards thrusting obliquely into the ground like the jagged fangs of giant beasts. The fallen forests were crushed beneath the debris, resembling dead soldiers.

And the dense Cataclysmic Power surged through the stones and broken trees, spilling in all directions.

The two regions were rapidly merging at an astonishing pace.

And right above that chaotic woodland, the giant form of Kabane, bearing twelve bronze chains, was seated cross-legged, recuperating.

Even as an Eighth Rank Peak Great Evil God, toppling the "Isolation Mountain Range" had exacted a tremendous toll on him.

The twelve bronze chains had already cut deep into his back, tearing open his flesh; golden blood seeped out slowly, dripping to the ground and instantly vaporizing into pure Cataclysmic Power.

Sitting before the fractured "Isolation Mountain Range", each breath of Kabane seemed to make the entire world tremble; torrents of Cataclysmic Power flooded into him and were expelled!

Visibly, the aura around him grew increasingly stable, and his not-so-serious wounds began to heal at a breathtaking pace.

By his estimation, in half a day's time, he would return to his peak, impervious to any flaws.

Of course, to prevent enemies from attacking him while he was weak, he had meticulously made all necessary arrangements in advance.

The three Eighth Rank deities he brought with him remained by his side at all times, and on the other side of the "Isolation Mountain Range" there were three more Eighth Rank deities waiting. Once the Cataclysmic Power between the regions calmed even a little, they would converge upon him.

Of course... in truth, he felt he was perhaps being overly cautious.

After all, among all the Eighth Rank Peak Great Evil Gods in the "core area," he was ranked second.

Apart from Shao Hua of the "Southern Kingdom," there was none who could rival him.

Even now, though he'd spent his strength to fell the "Isolation Mountain Range," his power still matched any other Eighth Rank Peak Great Evil God.

Thus, even now, weaker than his peak, Kabane still sat unperturbed beside the "Isolation Mountain Range," madly absorbing the surging Cataclysmic Power and recovering rapidly.

And at that very moment, as Kabane was swiftly recovering, a young man's voice rang out from afar, "Compared to the other three regions, the Cataclysmic Power in the 'southeastern region' seems much lower in concentration. Its impact is far less as well."

"It seems as though something has cut off the flow of Cataclysmic Power."

Hearing the young man's words, Kabane couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly.

He had sensed a powerful aura.

The aura was strong—though its quantity seemed only at the initial stage of Eighth Rank, it emanated an almost overwhelming, irresistible might.

It felt like a Divine King, who'd lived countless years, seated solemnly, awaiting challengers.

This gave rise to an ominous premonition in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes—eyes as large as moons—gazing into the distance.

And there, he saw Qiu Tu and Zhao Ji flying swiftly toward him.

His gaze, sharp as a blade, fell upon Zhao Ji, weighing their strength.

To be honest, though he knew Zhao Ji was formidable, an early Eighth Rank deity—how strong could she really be?

Could she possibly surpass himself, the second-ranked Peak Great Evil God?

Let alone surpass the likes of him, who also had three Eighth Rank deity guards?

Still, to be trusted by the East God King and to have stood firm in the complex "core area" for so long, Kabane was hardly a reckless fool.

Even though he believed himself stronger than Zhao Ji, a wise man does not stand under a leaning wall; so, upon seeing Zhao Ji and Qiu Tu arriving together, he rose immediately, sent a signal to his three Eighth Rank companions, and strode toward the "Isolation Mountain Range"!

With each step, his towering figure shrank, and in just a few strides, he returned to his original six-foot-three, rotund form.

The twelve chains transformed into twelve tattoos, sinking into his skin.

Thus, facing the raging Cataclysmic Power, crossing the shattered "Isolation Mountain Range," Kabane and his three companions came face to face with reinforcements from the "Pantheon."

As the mightiest faction in the "Eastern Kingdom," the "Pantheon" was a gathering of experts—of their ten Eighth Rank deities, two were late-stage, seven were early and mid-stage.

This time, accompanying Kabane to the "Heavenly God Trial" were one mid-stage Eighth Rank, and two early-stagers.

As for this reinforcement for "Kabane," they sent one late-stage Eighth Rank, one mid-stage, and one early-stage.

With the seven united, the "Pantheon's" strength had now reached nearly seventy percent of its true might.

The questions from before once again haunted Kabane's mind.

Was he truly not Zhao Ji's match?

Even if he couldn't best Zhao Ji alone... with six Eighth Rank deities, could he still not?

Turning these thoughts over, Kabane's tiny pea-like eyes swept across the Evil Gods present.

The newly arrived Evil Gods, knowing nothing of the situation, looked untroubled, but the three that had followed him all the way wore odd expressions.

Indeed, it made sense—from their perspective, the enemy hadn't even arrived, and Kabane had already run scared.