"Kala..."

The head formed by the Black Flame suddenly expanded, as the elemental body didn't need to conform to any particular shape.

At this moment, Cyclops' Black Flame head swelled unprecedentedly, its sharp black teeth biting down on Diers' already injured right head with an ear-piercing crack!

The right head, which was gripping the Star's forelimb, immediately went limp, as Diers' remaining two heads let out a dreadful roar, and the force from the right neck intensified once again.

"Crack!"

The Black Flame closed fiercely, and in its Ultra Mortal Combat state, Cyclops' physical strength even surpassed that of Diers at that moment. Attacking the already wounded position with power against weakness, in just a brief instant, the head formed by the Black Flame had fiercely bitten off Diers' right head.

Black demon blood sprayed out, accompanying the falling right head, pouring onto the ground like a torrential downpour. Cyclops, having achieved a great feat, ignored the wasted food, and the Black Flame on its body transformed once more.

At the location of its ears, the Black Flame suddenly expanded, quickly turning into two sturdy arms. The arms grew violently in the wind, then clasped tightly, directly embracing Diers' waist.

Utilizing the pull of the Black Flame arms, Cyclops leaped into the air, standing directly on Diers' back.

"Get off! Get off!!!"

Detecting the foreign object on its body, Diers twisted its body frantically, trying to shake off the god of death on its back. However, Cyclops, having already engaged the enemy, would never abandon its prey at hand.

The transformation of the Flames of Tyranny merged Cyclops with Diers' body. Diers' remaining two heads were firmly pinned down by the Star, unable to function at all, allowing Cyclops to stabilize itself and slowly revel in the physical sensation of its rear legs, then...

It was as if standing on a treadmill, Cyclops began running in place!

...

Digging in soil is a dog's instinct. A cute and lovely puppy making digging motions only endears itself more to people.

However, Cyclops' actions at this moment could only remind one of flying flesh and the terrifying damage inflicted upon its enemy.

The sharp nails on its hind legs were like sharp knives. Under Cyclops' deliberate control, the nails even grew longer and sharper, sprouting dense barbs!

As soon as Cyclops moved, the sawtooth-like nails immediately hooked onto Diers' scales, then the harsh sound of grinding rose, scales scattered in all directions, and blood marks surfaced beneath Cyclops' feet.

Then, faster and more powerful cutting and sliding ensued.

It was as if stepping on the ground, a deep pit rapidly appeared beneath Cyclops' feet, and Cyclops continued to apply force, trying to make the pit deeper and larger.

However, this was not ground; it was Diers' body.

Flesh splattered everywhere from Cyclops' hind legs, and in a short time, a blood pit a meter deep and three meters wide materialized out of nowhere. Cyclops' body inevitably sank a bit, but a one-meter depth couldn't affect Cyclops' "workout routine".

Deeper, larger blood pits rapidly formed, with fountain-like blood spraying out, and then the body's surface was breached, followed by bones and organs. Diers, whose teeth and claws were firmly gripped by the Star, couldn't mount any counterattack against the assault from Cyclops on its body.

The Giant Dragon's struggles grew weaker and weaker, its life force fading until, at a certain moment, Diers' proud head suddenly drooped, the massive body hovering in the air losing control, crashing down from the sky.

The airborne Cyclops bounced back onto the Star the moment Diers lost its life. Watching the black dot gradually descending below, Cyclops stuck out its flame-formed tongue, licking its large elemental mouth.

"Star, catch up."

"Chase what when it's dead? No, Dogbro, your Black Fire is dripping onto my head..."

...

They say one person can touch the earth and sky, a thousand people are boundless.

Setting aside the number of Demon Fiends in the demon plague, just the purple-skinned monsters emerging from the Catastrophe Ancient Tree tree knots numbered in the tens of thousands.

The surging purple-skinned monsters went forward in waves, with individual strength reaching Peak Level 5. Anywhere would consider this as a formidable force.

Of course, for Wen Yu, numbers are just illusions; what decides everything isn't the quantity but how strong the powerful expert standing at the summit is—otherwise, why strive to become strong? Shouldn't everyone research human clones, artificial intelligence, and the like?

Rich darkness energy roared wildly, raising earth-shaking might. Even the Pitch-dark World surrounding it was whipped into a frenzy by the surging Energy Fluctuations!

More darkness beasts condensed, the highly solidified dark energy seemed to turn into a tangible entity, with sharp, dark teeth continuously tearing at the purple-skinned monster's flesh, spilling large amounts of purple pulp.

Blades of dark energy circled relentlessly around Wen Yu, at times slashing towards the approaching purple-skinned monster, at other times transforming into an even larger black light blade, directly struck down by Wen Yu beneath his feet!

There, lay the devastated Catastrophe Ancient Tree!

The crown had long been shredded by Wen Yu, and the whole Catastrophe Ancient Tree had now changed its appearance—it looked like a gigantic naked bamboo pole, devoid of any adornments.

The rich purple light enveloped the Catastrophe Ancient Tree but could not hinder the darkness in the slightest, leaving its final fate to be nothing more than shredded into pieces by dark energy.

Even though the soul system could not function, Wen Yu solely relied on Pitch-dark Divine Light and physical qualities to stand his ground in the world, becoming one of the entities standing at the pinnacle of this world.

The hand-to-hand combat between darkness beasts and purple-skinned monsters continued, but the outcome was obvious. With an endless supply of darkness beasts, the enemy could be overwhelmed by sheer numbers.

While the Catastrophe Ancient Tree was depleted, its life was destined to end.

As the last purple-skinned monster was covered with darkness beasts, it roared towards Wen Yu, only to be decapitated with a single strike from Wen Yu, finally calming the tree crown.

Looking at the ground covered with purple pulp and damaged fiber material, Wen Yu remained expressionless, enduring the rich stench in the air. The surrounding dark energy quickly gathered around his body and began to transform.

Boundless darkness condensed into giant legs, followed by a flesh body formed purely from energy, black armor slowly solidified, emitting deep black light and intricately complex patterns. Then the robust arms, until the head shaped, and black light covered it, forming a terrifying helmet with horns!

The dark giant slowly spread its arms, two enormous sabers spanning dozens of meters rapidly took shape from its hands, with the blades glittering with icy cold light! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Pitch-dark Sovereign!

Within the helmet, two points emitting red light swiftly illuminated, then slowly lowered its head, staring straight at the torso remaining of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree below.

Then, the giant Dominator of darkness swung a saber, the massive saber energy cleaved a flash of tearing space, striking the Catastrophe Ancient Tree's trunk dead-on!

"Boom!"

The immense power unleashed in a strike, terrifying dark energy concentrated into saber energy tearing heaven and earth, and violent energy fluctuations sliced out from the top of the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, then directly pierced through its entire body.

"Woo woo woo..."

A low wailing sounded, the Catastrophe Ancient Tree bearing the full impact of Pitch-dark Sovereign's attack, emitted mourning cries, its trunk instantaneously split in two, each section falling to the left and right!

"Bang!"

The mountain-like body collapsed with a thunderous boom, stirring up clouds of dust. After a brief warm-up, Wen Yu slowly dissolved the Pitch-dark Sovereign, lifting his right hand to glance at his wristwatch.

Time... three minutes...

It took Wen Yu three minutes to eliminate the Catastrophe Ancient Tree, naturally involving some exploratory aspects, but in mere three minutes, no errors would occur outside.

Wen Yu pondered this, then waved to dispel the Pitch-dark World surrounding him.

Yet in the next instant, Wen Yu abruptly halted his hand.

Ahead, from the dispersing smoke and dust, came a scattering rustling sound, Wen Yu's gaze penetrated the haze and immediately pinpointed the source of the sound.

There, amidst broken pieces of purple eggshell quietly shattering, purple fragments scattered all over the ground, and not far in front, a creature resembling the appearance of the purple-skinned monster stood within the Catastrophe Ancient Tree's remnants.

The purple figure slowly raised its slender arms, the Catastrophe Ancient Tree's remnants quivered twice, then boiled over.

Countless purple vines erupted from the Catastrophe Ancient Tree's remnants, quickly merging into the purple figure's body. A massive unknown substance surged into the body, yet the purple figure showed not a hint of change.

Until the last bit of wood debris fused into the purple figure's body, this bizarre entity slowly raised its head.

A hideous and ugly face displayed a peculiar expression, possibly a smile, as a Spiritual Fluctuation instantly transmitted into Wen Yu's mind.

"Sequence Number 2?"

In a flash, a vast and mighty souln fluctuation surged forward!