Chapter 597 - Chapter 597: Chapter 533 Fischer vs Four Heavenly Enlightenment (1/2)

Chapter 597: Chapter 533 Fischer vs Four Heavenly Enlightenment

In the stillness of all, the sky seemed to be gently covered by a layer of profound blue-black satin, the constellations hidden, the moonlight also choosing silence on this unusual night.

Chris, who is referred to as the “Death God” by the Cyart people and indeed by everyone in the Claud World, hovered silently in the void, like a lord descending from the world of the living dead.

He was cloaked in a shroud as pitch black as night, revealing only a pair of eyes flashing with a cold glimmer.

Surrounding the “Death God” were four legendary powerful experts, each possessing earth-shattering power and representing different forces and wills, yet at this moment, confronting the “Death God.”

The first, “Phoenix,” was the leader of the Last Blood and thus the disciple chief of the Witch of Demise, whose ultimate goal for coming here was to seize “Fischer’s Demonic Daughter” for use as a vessel for the witch’s resurrection.

He was surrounded by raging flames, like a Flame God who controlled the fire, his scorching breath twisting the air around him.

The “Phoenix’s” flames were terrifyingly powerful, capable of burning an entire city to ashes in a short amount of time, and besides its incredibly strong flame ability, its most formidable attribute was its nearly “infinite resurrection” immortality.

The second was the ancestor of the emerald elf, who spread her hands calmly, vines sprawling outward.

“We elves hold no grudges against you Cyart people and do not care about Fischer and the matters of demise, what matters to me is that the ‘Destruction Element’ ascends to higher levels.”

She paused then continued, “Humanity is on the rise, and as a minority, elves are oppressed and desperately need a God of their own.”

Though the hope of becoming a god was slim, for most seeking Heavenly Enlightenment, the slightest chance of godhood was not to be given up.

A “slim chance” was no reason for them to quit because these gifted individuals seeking Heavenly Enlightenment had “gambled countless times” to break through the barriers, stepping over innumerable talents to reach this level.

Extraordinary Exponents unwilling to take risks, unwilling to fight, or to seize the opportunity, could scarcely ever attain Heavenly Enlightenment.

The Child of the Sun God flew high into the sky, wielding a ray of sunlight, illuminating the surroundings.

He was far more powerful than the “Phoenix” and the “Emerald Elf Ancestor,” without a doubt a very important and feared enemy by Chris.

“I, actually, don’t dislike Fischer.”

“Someone from your family, as far as I am concerned, is quite agreeable… However, for everyone, for the world, I must stand against you.”

He fell silent for a while then said, “I do not want to call it fate.”

“It’s actually the ‘entwining of the resolve deep within people’s hearts,’ not the result of some insubstantial concept.”

More strange than the other three pursuers of Heavenly Enlightenment was the Emperor of the Lorne Empire.

He gazed at Chris, his eyes’ light constantly changing as if his soul was also undergoing a transformation.

Chris also focused most of his attention on the Emperor of Lorne and the Child of the Sun God.

As both sides’ auras climbed, the heavens and earth began to undergo drastic alterations, the previously calm night sky torn apart by tiny spatial cracks, flashing with ominous lights.

Dark clouds gathered rapidly, obscuring the already faint starlight; the rumble of thunder was faint as if even the surrounding space trembled in anticipation of the imminent confrontation.

The “Death God” Chris slowly raised a hand, lightly tapping his fingertip, an invisible Burier Breath coalescing around him, forming circles of black ripples that spread out, colliding with the forces of the four powerful experts, sparking off rings of dazzling yet dangerous light.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, all things silent.

This was a contest beyond mortal imagination, the “Burier Breath” quickly overwhelmed by sunlight, thunder, the power of Nature, and flames.