Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast - Chapter 1582

Chapter 1582: Chapter 593 True Name ‘Tian’, Arrival of the Immortal Spirit_3 Chapter 1582: Chapter 593 True Name ‘Tian’, Arrival of the Immortal Spirit_3 “And none of that matters. What’s important is that our goal has been achieved.”

Tyris’s voice was steady, his expression detached and calm, “Now, without that Summoned Giant Beast, there is no one in the Human Alliance who can stand against me.”

Tyris was confident; even before he had assimilated the trunk of the Eternal Divine Tree, the peak of his battle prowess with two True Demon God Bodies merged was comparable to a demi True Spirit.

Now, a single True Demon God Body had reached the limit of Demon Gods, and with both True Bodies merged, he would completely surpass the Demon God Limit, obtaining the strength to directly contend with a true True Spirit entity.

Although it was just the kind of ‘ordinary’ True Spirit who had just entered the True Spirit Realm, and had no ability to battle above their level.

Even so, his strength still reigned supreme over all demons.

Had it not been for fear of that stronger Summoned Giant Beast, he would have long since invaded the Human Alliance and suppressed everything with absolute power.

Constantin said solemnly, “Tyris, we can’t give that human any more time. We must immediately wage war and crush the Human Alliance.”

“Indeed, we cannot give that human any more time.”

Tyris slowly nodded, “Wait for me to personally visit the Saint Demon Anke Empire, and notify Diorus to get ready. Five Star Hours (five days) later, we’ll launch an annihilative war.”

Unlike the Heavenly Feather Clan, which appeared massive but had reached the limit of current civilization’s development, and could be slowly exhausted and worn down over time,
the Human Race, an enemy that grows swiftly and expands every moment, must be rapidly suppressed with overwhelming might.

Even if this battle costs many Purgatory Demon Gods, and results in the fall of a large number of demon kings and Great Demon Kings, it would be worth it–after all, these demons are meant to be expended at crucial moments.

Additionally, with caution in mind, Tyris is preparing to meet with another Great Demon King.

With the Immortal Spirit Remnant Race annihilated, and having assimilated the intrinsic power of a civilization, Carthius’s strength was no less than his; together, they would be sufficient to suppress the Human Alliance.

Moreover, the injuries of the Purgatory ancestors were more severe than they had imagined.

Without the threat of the Human Alliance, Constantin surely would not dare to awaken the Ancestor forcefully, or else he would be unable to bear the wrath of the Ancestral Demon.

This was good news for him.

Boom! The Void trembled, and Tyris’s huge True Body slowly vanished into the depths of the cracks, leaving only Constantin standing solemn in the Firmament.

After a long while, Constantin turned into a black Radiance and disappeared in the Demon Palace of the ancestral land.

Soon, the Mokaya Dark Demon Empire, where the elite legion had nearly been annihilated in a recent battle, and the Grita War Demon Empire were shaken once again, and the various Great Demon Kings and demon kings emerged from retreat one after another.

At the same time, over two hundred million of the Purgatory Legion, from the union of the Demon King Dark Sky, Belvetan, and Freymand’s three empires, arrived just outside of the Mokaya Dark Demon Empire.

Even before they approached, the overwhelming Demon Power plunged the entire world into darkness.

In the clouds of Demon Clouds that blotted out the sky and sun, the towering figures of over a hundred demon kings and Great Demon Kings stood, as if they were an expedition emerging from the depths of Abyssal Hell.

Above these demon kings, six figures emitting Terrifying Auras appeared intermittently visible.

On the edge of the Mokaya Dark Demon Empire, Brooks, enveloped by demon gas, stood behind Tarolia, his expression grave as he looked ahead.

They came fast. The last great battle had only just ended a short while ago, and legions from the other empires had already come to support them. Weren’t there supposed to be disputes among the Eight Great Empires?

While Tyris was heading for the Saint Demon Anke Empire, and Jack Clark was consolidating his pseudo-true name, an atmosphere of tension arose on the side of the Human Alliance due to the terrifying phenomenon that had just occurred.

Above the base in the forbidden area battlefield, in the empty white space, ten towering figures stood on their thrones.

The ten figures were the three Supreme Experts of the Human Race including the True Martial Heavenly King, as well as the Heavenly King Mad Wheeler, who had returned from the pinnacle of the Heavenly King realm and wielded the Supreme Law comparable to Extreme Realm Great Demon Kings.

The rest were the three Divine Kings of the Heavenly Feather Clan, the Lord of Holy Light at the pinnacle of the Main Gods who could compare with the ordinary Demon Gods, and Tarodel, a Divine King of the Divine Gods Alliance.

Adam Garcetti said slowly, “Ladies and gentlemen, did you all witness the Abyssal Descent that just occurred?”

The Golden Winged Divine King Tolstoy nodded gravely, “Such an astonishing phenomenon has naturally been seen by all, but it is currently uncertain whether it signifies the awakening of the Purgatory ancestor.”

“That Purgatory ancestor is said to have been grievously injured and in hibernation for thousands of years. If it’s awakened, it means the injuries have healed, and that would spell despair for us all.”

As he said this, all ‘persons’ fell into silence.

Though they had never truly seen the Purgatory ancestor, as an ancient True Spirit level being, even its name alone was enough to make all the Divine Kings and Supreme Experts feel suffocated.

Adam Garcetti nodded, “That’s why I’ve called this meeting, to discuss our countermeasures.”

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