Edge of the Apocalypse
Chapter 1233: Body Of The Abyss

[Looking at Alan, who was wrapped in the rising mist and flames, the past is vivid.

When he got Ellen's coordinates from the woman, Stark believed that fate was on his side. However, when he recalled the events that had occurred afterwards, he felt as if he had been thrown further and further away by fate. It was definitely a good start to remember meeting Hawson when he first arrived on Planet Heaven. After that, it was a good opportunity to find out that Alan had gone to Blaze Fort.

However, Tangerio had also gone. Great Emperor could hide it from anyone, but he could not hide it from Stark of the same level. Besides, there were other experts under Blaze Fort besides Tangerio, so Stark changed his plan and attacked Tangerio instead, temporarily letting Alan go. With his personality of plotting and seizing, such a change was perfectly normal.

At that time, Stark didn't think there was anything wrong with this plan. He attacked Tangerio, helped Hawson ascend to the throne, and then borrowed the empire's power to eradicate Alan. In his opinion, this was the safest method. However, if he knew what had happened afterwards, Stark might have changed his style and directly attacked Alan under the Blaze Fort.

What happened afterwards caused Stark to lose his initiative bit by bit. Until now, Alan was still standing in front of him, and he was already standing on the same level as him, so he had no choice but to believe in the power of fate.

That formless power was abandoning him and choosing his brother.

This was something Stark could not accept.

"I will correct it." Stark said in a voice he could hear.

His aura surged.

Strong streams of air surged out from beneath Stark's feet, and then arcs of light appeared beside him. Each arc of light was a spatial crack, and the aura emanating from it made no one doubt the energy contained within it. Alan thought that his opponent was attacking, so he didn't want Stark to take a deep breath. One of the arcs of light flashed towards him and instantly entered his body. Stark's eyes flashed.

'"I didn't expect that I would have to arm you, Ellen. I thought it would be easier, but you are already standing on the same level as me. I have to admit that you are a worthy opponent for me to go all out." Another arc of light entered Stark's body, and his aura rose again. He also descended to the ground and floated in midair. Stark opened his hand and waved at the streaks of light around him. More and more streaks of light continued to enter his body. "Ancestral descendant, the Dark King stance … you've given me too many surprises. But I don't like surprises, so today, I will use my full strength to kill you. I am … the darling of fate!"

The entire space trembled.

It was as if he had been sliced open by an invisible blade. Around Stark's body, space split apart, and four huge cracks that were more than ten meters long and several meters wide appeared. Looking through the crack, it was a colorful and bizarre subspace. The subspace between the physical realm and the void was filled with completely chaotic and violent Origin Energy. They had no attributes at all.

No, or Chaos Berserk was the attribute of spatial origin power. After the four enormous spatial rifts opened, Stark took a deep breath and flowed out of them. A multicolored Origin Energy surged out, and they twisted and rotated in the air like beautiful ribbons. The front end of the light silk sank into Stark's body.

With a muffled boom, Stark's robes, armor, shoes, and other external objects emitted strands of light from the inside. The fibers of these foreign objects were disintegrating. They flew up like thousands of butterflies and were washed away by the constantly scattering Origin Energy tides. After all his clothes disappeared, Stark's exposed body actually emitted a rainbow light. He was like a shining human-shaped light bulb, and even every strand of his hair was desperately emitting a strong light to the outside world.

Alan exclaimed. In his perception, Stark had already transformed into a pure form of energy. After absorbing a large amount of spatial Origin Energy, his entire body was like a spatial rift.

'"The Body of the Abyss" Stark said. At this moment, his entire body had transformed into a ball of human-shaped light. Only his eyes remained, "My body is a subspace. This is my armor. It is also my … strongest stance!"

With that, his entire body flickered. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Alan, as if space and distance were meaningless to Stark. His speed could no longer be described as fast, but was similar to teleportation. He dodged in front of Alan and threw a punch at him. The shining fist pierced through the mist and fire, and Alan raised Red King, only to see Stark's eyes flash with ridicule. Then, the tip of the fist pierced through Red King and landed heavily on Allen's body.

With a muffled thunderous sound, Allen's feet nailed into the ground, but he was still knocked backwards by this punch.

Dust rose in all directions.

The moment he retreated, he retreated half a meter.

When he stopped, the corners of Allen's mouth shone with flames of blood.

Stark waved his hand, and the flames on his arm gradually dissipated.

'"So it's like this" Allen wiped the blood off his mouth. "You converted yourself into an energy form, so that the physical thing can't hurt you anymore. But it looks like you're not immune to the impact from the Origin Energy either. I'm curious, are you immune to them?"

He pointed at Stark.

The two White Emperor swords spun and flew away. They were still halfway when they turned into two pale flame brushes that shot straight at him.

Stark's figure flashed as he appeared in midair.

Alan sneered. He had already answered with action. Even though he had transformed himself into a subspace energy body, Stark still didn't dare to be injured by the White Emperor Sword projected by his will. With a thought, Alan's two White Emperor Swords suddenly exploded, turning into billions of fireflies. In Stark's eyes, he seemed to have seen the scene of a supernova explosion. The howling fireflies filled the space. He moved several times in succession, but some of the fluorescent light still pierced through. As a result, a small gap appeared in Stark's humanoid light.

He let out a muffled groan, and the gap was filled with energy to heal. Stark raised his head and his figure flickered as he continued to fly high into the sky. After a few flashes, he was already floating at a height of a hundred meters. Allen raised his head and looked at him. The white fireflies that were dancing all over the sky also flashed and floated up. From afar, they looked like dandelions blown up by the wind.

"What is the true power of space?" Stark stretched out his hand and said, "It's not a spatial rift, Ellen."

He closed his palms and slowly pulled them apart. Ribbons of energy rose from his palms and rotated in opposite directions. As the energy in Stark's palm spun faster and faster, a black dot finally appeared in his palms.

"That's" Alan narrowed his eyes.

The black dot rapidly expanded, and one could see that it had created a huge gravitational field that was absorbing the energy from Stark's palm. When it finally stabilized, Stark had a basketball-sized ball of black light on his chest.

"The answer is, black hole!" '"This is the true power of space, Ellen," Stark said. "Although I don't know what's going on with your two swords, not even light can escape from the black hole. Can you do it with your two swords?"

He raised his hand and threw the black ball of light down. The black ball faced the white firefly flying in the sky. Countless white fireflies seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand as they floated towards the black ball of light and continuously sucked into Stark's small man-made black hole.

Stark let out a cold laugh as his figure flickered.

Alan didn't even bother to react. He had already been punched in the cheek and was sent flying by Stark's fist that appeared beside him. He flew backwards a hundred meters and stabbed Red King into the ground in mid-air before stopping himself. However, when he raised his head, there was no sign of Stark in front of him. Alan's body couldn't help but bounce into the air, but Stark dodged behind him, bent his knees and kicked him away.

Stark let out a long laugh and his figure flashed again, appearing above Alan's head. He raised his foot high up and smashed Alan down with a high-altitude spinning kick. Just like that, Stark flickered and attacked repeatedly, so fast that Alan didn't even react.

Another powerful swing.

Alan flew back and was about to smash into a mountain, but his body suddenly stopped. It turned out that his neck was grabbed by a hand that emitted a strong light, and he suddenly stopped, causing a dark wound to appear in Alan's body. Stark's eyes were full of smiles, "It's over."

His palm lit up, and a violent ball of energy swelled to the point of vomiting.

"Really?" Alan suddenly lowered his head to look at Stark. Within the bulging crystal between his eyebrows, the vertical pattern in the middle suddenly lit up with a scarlet flame. The flames instantly filled the crystal. Stark subconsciously tilted his face, and a blazing red light shot out from the crystal. It instantly brushed past Stark's cheeks and disappeared into the distance.

A red light appeared on the ground intermittently. One end of the light was at the crystal between Ellen's eyebrows, while the other end landed on the ground more than ten kilometers away.

A fireball suddenly rose, and the light in the entire space became exceptionally dim. The fireball's rich and dense red color became the only color in the world.

Then there was an earth-shattering explosion.

When Stark turned around, a thick umbrella-shaped cloud was slowly rising from the distant ground!

"This is" Stark turned around in surprise.

Alan's voice came from the mist and fire, "Didn't you want to see my Ancestral Blade? This is my Ancestral Blade, Destruction Gaze!"

Annihilation Gaze, the killing move of the Dark King, the beam of Heavenly Flame that shot out from the diamond-shaped crystal, caused chain damage to the objects it came into contact with from the atomic level. Even Stark's current state of energy was unable to resist the damage caused by Annihilation Gaze. This ability could be regarded as an upgraded version of the Seed of Destruction, but its power was even greater, and the conditions for activating it weren't as cumbersome as the Seed of Destruction.

"This is the Primordial Ancestor Blade?" '"I've never seen such an Ancestral Blade before!" Stark cried out.

In the universe, there were far fewer peak experts who chose the path of ancestral descendants than the rulers, but Stark had seen a few of them before. However, their ancestral blades were all weapons of some kind, unlike Allen's, which was actually a protruding crystal stone on his forehead.

Alan said calmly, "Your armor is also rare."

Stark could already feel a shocking warmth on his face as another red light shone from the mist and fire. He didn't dare to neglect, and his body flickered as he released Allen from the air.

Under his feet, another beam of light flashed, intermittently traveling a thousand meters away, creating yet another wave of terrifying explosions.

Alan pushed Stark away and thrust Red King into the ground. In Stark's current state, Red King's role was extremely limited. He took out the devil's praise from behind his waist. With one hand gently stroking the blade, Allen wiped it forward, and a long saber wrapped in black flames appeared under his palm.

Death hymn.

Ellen opened his palm and gently pressed down on the blade, continuously pouring the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy into Death Song's black blade. As a result, the flames scattered around the black blade quickly turned from black to red. When Ellen's palm left the saber, the Death Hymn had a layer of Heavenly Fire power in addition to its decaying power. Alan casually swept the blade, and the Death hymn drew a twisting blade light in the air. He narrowed his eyes, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank. Alan had already bounced like a cannonball towards Stark in midair.

Stark spread out his hands, and ripples appeared in the space behind him. As the ripples intertwined, light spots of different sizes appeared. In the next moment, hundreds of beams of light shot out from the circular spot and whistled in midair, falling like a kaleidoscope towards Allen.

Those were naturally not ordinary beams of light, but spatial rifts. As long as they touched them, any substance would instantly be annihilated. Alan snorted coldly, and the black blade in his hand slashed out, hacking into a beam of light that was coming towards him. The light beam's color quickly dimmed, and the energy dissipated. It disappeared into thin air, causing Stark to be stunned again.

The Death Hymn itself possessed the power to lead everything to extinction. No matter if it was material or energy, it could not be exempted. Moreover, Alan had superimposed the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy on the Death Song. Just the Heavenly Fire Origin Energy alone was enough to neutralize the power of the spatial rift and smooth it out. When the two were superimposed, it was perfectly normal for a blade to slash out the beam of light. However, Alan only had a saber in his hand, and Stark's light beam was hundreds of thousands of times larger.

In the brilliant rain of light, beams of light continued to fall on Ellen's mist and fire, and after being weakened by the mist and fire, they still landed on his body. Even with the Dark King's tyrannical body strength, he was unable to resist the destructive power of the spatial rift. Soon, Alan's body was already stained with blood.

He was like a fish that went up against the current. No matter how urgent the river was, he still had to move forward!

Stark's eyes were solemn.

In the brilliant river of light, the fish finally jumped out of the river.

Alan had already seen Stark's silhouette.

Then, a spatial rift suddenly opened up between him and Stark. Alan didn't even have time to react when he drilled into the spatial rift.

Trap yourself!

Closing the crack, Stark sneered. But in the next moment, he couldn't laugh. Space was twisting. Like a balloon, it constantly bulged and expanded. Suddenly, a streak of red light swept past. In a series of crisp sounds, fire waves roared and shot out from the spatial rift that had been forcefully opened. In the flames, Alan rushed out, and the Death hymn drew a full-bodied blade arc, slashing straight at Stark's forehead.

Stark raised his hand and grabbed Black Blade.

Alan sneered from the mist.

The death hymn suddenly changed to a sweep, and a black cloud swept across Stark's arm. A black mark immediately appeared on the shining arm, wrapping around Stark like a black snake. The black mark suddenly shook, and Stark's arm immediately jumped into the air, disintegrating into a primitive Origin Energy.

Alan landed on the ground, narrowing his eyes as he swept his gaze back and forth around Stark's neck. His meaning could not be clearer. Next time, the death hymn was going to cut his neck. He had already proven that the Death Hymn could definitely harm Stark in this form, and Stark was well aware of his threat.

A loud shout came from midair.

Stark's remaining half of his arm suddenly exploded. However, the scattered Origin Energy fluorescence did not dissipate. Instead, it gathered and combined to form corona-like ribbons of light. Stark looked at his other arm, which expanded and deformed into ribbons of light.

"As you can see, under such a posture, the previous form is meaningless to me, or even a form of restraint." Stark said indifferently, "I've said before that I'm a subspace rift. So, Alan, you should understand why I'm called the Body of the Abyss now, right?"

Alan had just thought of a possibility when Stark's hundred ribbons of light formed from his arms flew over. They were like whips or whips, launching a dense offensive at Alan.

The Death hymn turned into a ball of black light in Alan's hand. The ball of light, which was made up of the same dense saber light, could block Stark's attack, but it was not easy to block. A ribbon of light quietly wrapped around Ellen's foot during the battle. Suddenly, he raised it up, causing Ellen to immediately turn into his head and feet, causing his blade momentum to suddenly become chaotic.

The ribbons of light took advantage of the chaos to wrap around the death hymn and Ellen's hands and feet. They gripped Ellen's body tightly like vipers and pulled him backwards.

Stark was expanding in Alan's eyes.

He could even see the various colored spots of light in the human-shaped light. In the next moment, Alan had already been thrown into Stark's body.

"As I said, this body itself is a spatial rift, so you should fall into the abyss. Deep into the subspace, that is a place that is even more desperate than a black hole." Stark narrowed his eyes. The dancing light began to close and transform into the shape of an arm. Then, the light around his body began to dim.

He was retreating from the state of the Abyss Body. Once he completely retreated, it would be equivalent to closing the spatial rift. Then, Alan could only gradually be devoured by the raging energy storm in the subspace. At that time, Stark would be able to obtain the inheritance of the Blood Path.

"This is the fate that should befall me." He said.

Right at this moment, his chest suddenly bulged up, and a red light quietly appeared at the top of it. The light was like a wound, spitting out a thin red flame.

Void Skyfire!

Stark's pupils dilated. "Impossible, how could you survive the spatial storm?"

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