Primordial Ancient Serpent-Chapter 258: The Ability to Slaughter Doomsday – Seizing Pangu

"Hmm?!"

After stabilizing the Prehistoric World, Gu Chuan finally had the time to assess the battlefield.

To be honest, the current situation was utterly tragic.

Tens of thousands of Chaos Demon Gods had betrayed and slaughtered one another. No one knew who the true traitor was, and everyone feared being stabbed in the back. This constant paranoia prevented them from uniting, leaving many isolated and overwhelmed by enemy forces.

For instance, mighty beings such as the Lord of Light, the Lord of the Furnace, and the Lord of Titans found themselves besieged and grievously wounded, teetering on the brink of death.

Even those Chaos Demon Gods untouched by the Slaughter Doomsday were either slain or gravely injured.

Yet, the moment Pangu intervened, the tide shifted.

With every swing of his axe, Chaos Demon Gods infected by Slaughter Doomsday perished in droves. Their corpses littered the battlefield, their blood flooding the land like a crimson river.

However, even a supreme existence like Pangu could not remain unscathed. Under the relentless assault of countless Chaos Demon Gods, his body was riddled with wounds, gaping holes marking his once-indomitable form.

The Sky-Opening Axe, the Heaven-Opening Chisel, and the Chaos Green Lotus—all Chaos Supreme Treasures—had been shattered. Even divine artifacts could not withstand the siege of tens of thousands of Demon Gods.

Still, through sheer determination, Pangu had nearly annihilated the corrupted Chaos Demon Gods.

Now, fewer than ten thousand Chaos Demon Gods remained.

One must understand—at their peak, there had been 129,600 of them. Now, only a fraction remained. Such an astronomical loss testified to the devastation wrought by Slaughter Doomsday.

"Damn it."

Gu Chuan's eyes turned icy.

The Chaos World, once a golden era of divine beings, had been reduced to this ruinous battlefield by the malice of Slaughter Doomsday.

A terrifying killing intent surged within him. Never before had he harbored such an intense desire to erase an existence.

Yet, Slaughter Doomsday remained hidden.

Its core was nowhere to be found.

For now, Gu Chuan could only endure—waiting for the moment when his enemy would reveal itself so he could strike with a single, decisive blow.

"Ze-hahaha! Slaughter Doomsday, is this all you've got?"

Pangu stood tall, his Celestial Axe gripped firmly despite the countless wounds covering his body. His presence was as unshakable as an eternal titan.

His entire body was drenched in Demon God blood, radiating an unfathomable killing intent.

And yet—

At that moment, an eerie voice echoed from the depths of the Chaos Void.

"Pangu, do you truly believe you've won by slaughtering those Chaos Demon Gods? They were merely my puppets. Their deaths mean nothing to me."

A sinister chuckle followed.

"In fact, I should thank you. Without your efforts, how else could I have gathered such an immense amount of power?"

Pangu's eyes narrowed. A profound sense of danger washed over him.

A dark, ominous force began permeating the void, creeping into the fabric of existence itself.

"Have you ever heard this saying?"

Slaughter Doomsday's voice oozed with malevolence.

'He who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.'

Pangu's expression darkened.

From all directions, endless black tendrils of aura surged forth, writhing like living creatures.

Before he could react, these tendrils pierced through him at lightning speed, infiltrating his sea of consciousness.

"Ahhh... such power! Such a perfect body! Such boundless talent!"

Slaughter Doomsday's laughter rang out.

"A being like you is the ultimate host for me! I shall instill my killing power into your very essence, transforming you into the supreme harbinger of slaughter! From this moment forth, Pangu—your body belongs to me!"

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Slaughter Doomsday had activated its most terrifying ability—Seizure.

A technique capable of forcibly claiming the body of even the strongest beings, obliterating their souls, and enslaving them as mere puppets.

From the very beginning, Slaughter Doomsday had known that the Chaos Demon Gods stood no chance against Pangu. But that didn't matter.

They were merely sacrifices.

Their deaths had been planned from the start—to fuel Pangu's growth, to push him beyond his limits, to mold him into the ultimate weapon.

With Pangu as its pawn, Slaughter Doomsday would annihilate all life in the Chaos World.

Not even the Lord of Chaos City would be able to stop him.

"You dare take my body? You're dreaming!"

Pangu roared in fury.

His soul trembled with boundless willpower—unyielding, indomitable.

His very essence resisted with an unparalleled tenacity, striving to cast Slaughter Doomsday out of his consciousness.

"A formidable will... A terrifying soul..."

Slaughter Doomsday sneered.

"But ultimately meaningless. You and I are not of the same dimension. No matter how much you struggle, it is futile. Now, be a good puppet and submit!"

Dark runes of corruption slithered through Pangu's soul, twisting and reshaping him.

Pangu's power surged wildly—

Three hundred Daos...

Four hundred Daos...

Five hundred Daos...

Six hundred Daos...

His strength skyrocketed at an unnatural pace, breaking all reason.

If Slaughter Doomsday succeeded, Pangu would become the strongest executioner in existence—an unstoppable force of annihilation.

The entire Chaos World would fall beneath his axe.

But at that very moment—

"Finally, I've found you."

Gu Chuan moved.

He raised a single finger and lightly tapped toward Pangu.

A supreme supranatural spell descended.

The Grand Stasis Technique!

This was no ordinary immobilization spell from the Prehistoric World.

It was an ultimate divine ability—one that fused countless Daos into a singular, unparalleled force.

With this technique, not only could the body be frozen, but time, space, karma, and even the very soul itself.

With a mere touch, all movement ceased.

Time stopped.

Space locked.

Fate held its breath.

Pangu's body froze.

His soul halted.

Even the core of Slaughter Doomsday—trapped in an instant of absolute stillness.

"You... you bastard!"

Slaughter Doomsday's furious roar echoed through the void, realizing that it had been careless at this moment.

At this moment—

The tides of battle had changed.