Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 792 - 537: Fate? Who Knows! ( - 3 with 10,000 words)

Chapter 792: Chapter 537: Fate? Who Knows! (Chapter 3 with 10,000 words)

Wozworth’s body came to a halt.

He remained motionless in his original position.

His head hung low as he quietly observed the gaping hole in his chest, from which blood was still profusely pouring. The now-insane Emperor seemed a bit bewildered by his current predicament.

But soon, a twisted smile gradually spread across Wozworth’s face.

Pain?

Nonexistent.

Fleshy, tentacle-like objects within his chest cavity squirmed rapidly, quickly stuffing the hole in his chest. No heart... if it’s gone, it’s gone.

For Wozworth as he was now, a heart wasn’t an essential component.

With that twisted smile, Wozworth’s skeletal right fist suddenly lifted and struck directly at the back of Lord of Pleasure’s head.

From an extremely close distance, with Antasia and Little Shaye causing a disturbance in front, and with Lord of Pleasure not taking Wozworth seriously as an opponent...

...caught off-guard and due to multiple factors of negligence, there was a thud as the fist smashed into the back of Lord of Pleasure’s head.

Two Fists, Mountain Collapse!

The second punch of Wozworth’s Benghuai Three Fists.

It was also Wozworth’s mightiest force.

Yet this strike had a peculiar effect. Hits that could shatter mountain peaks landed on Lord of Pleasure’s head without any visible impact, not even breaking a single hair.

Lord of Pleasure’s body only swayed slightly, nothing more.

The disparity in strength was so great it was despairing. Even though Lord of Pleasure’s connection to the Void had been severed and his strength reduced by the world’s rejection and suppression, Wozworth’s mightiest attack still couldn’t break through the defense.

However, this attack left Lord of Pleasure frozen.

His pupils dilated violently.

His body even trembled incessantly under the influence of certain emotions.

It wasn’t fear, but pure rage.

Incredible disbelief.

He was the mighty Lord of Pleasure, a god of the Void, and at this moment, he had been struck by a filthy, lowly, weak human?

The humiliation was unbearable and unventable.

Fury!

Lord of Pleasure was furiously enraged like never before.

This fury even caused him to ignore the other enemies in front of him, as he suddenly turned around to face Wozworth.

HIs quivering lips abruptly parted.

There was no sound, yet an invisible wave suddenly spread out.

Snap!

The next instant, Wozworth’s head exploded.

It burst like a watermelon smashed by a mallet, with crimson and thick white juices scattering in all directions.

With his heart plucked and crushed, and now his head blown off, all that remained of Wozworth at this moment was a headless body, but even so, this body continued its actions without pause.

His arm, now just grim white bone, lifted once again.

Three Fists, Sky Break.

Boom...

This punch landed squarely on Lord of Pleasure’s face.

Whether it was his inherently delicate skin or the result of the punch, his face actually turned a slight red.

There was hardly any real damage, but the psychic shock this desperate fight dealt to Lord of Pleasure was severe beyond words.

In his fury, Lord of Pleasure wanted to completely shatter Wozworth’s body, not just his head and heart, but also pulverize his entire torso into fine dust.

But Lord of Pleasure had forgotten that he had more enemies than just Wozworth.

Behind him, without any hesitation, Little Shaye held her scepter with both hands spread wide, her cherry lips moving swiftly, uttering mysterious and indescribable ancient words that seemed to be a long-lost language, weaving the most weird spell.

Behind Lord of Pleasure, suddenly, a dense darkness emerged.

This darkness, as soon as it appeared, immediately tore open from the middle, slowly parting. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

Gate of Darkness.

Little Shaye sought to use the Gate of Darkness to exile Lord of Pleasure into the endless Void.

Just how vast the Void actually was, nobody knew, and the exile through the Gate of Darkness usually ended up in some peripheral place. Even with Lord of Pleasure’s might, it wouldn’t be easy to re-enter this world, but at least it would help survive the current crisis.

It was a risky move. Lord of Pleasure was too strong, and even after being suppressed, they were hard-pressed to fight back. Casting him into the Void was undoubtedly the best option.

The moment the Gate of Darkness opened, countless writhing black arms protruded from its rear.

These arms seemed to lack bony support, extremely flexible like ropes, entangling Lord of Pleasure and pulling vehemently as if to drag his body into the Gate of Darkness.

The depths of the Gate of Darkness, where it entwined with who-knows-what, was a thick blackness, like a starry sky, yet akin to the Abyss.

Little Shaye’s strength far exceeded Wozworth’s.

The tearing force of the Gate of Darkness was even more terrifying; for a moment, it made Lord of Pleasure’s body uncontrollably shake.

He was no longer a god.

At least... not now.

The canopy overhead, the world’s rules, the passage of time, were slowly yet forcefully pulling Lord of Pleasure down from his Divine Position.

But, even so, Lord of Pleasure still possessed a fighting power far surpassing that of a Demigod. The slimy arms that entangled him especially irritated him, and with a violent shake of his body, the arms clinging to him broke off in large numbers.

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