Chapter 155: Anti-God Technique

Directly teleporting a Deity was an impossible feat. Even an Ultimate Skill-level teleportation ability could not transport a Deity away. Yet, Retrograde Light, which possessed Karmic Force, could achieve this. It was a Skill he had awakened upon becoming the Demon King, a Skill obtained when his Demon King Seed bloomed.

This type of Skill was known as an ‘Anti-God Technique.’ Thousands of years ago, this Retrograde Light had successfully allowed him to survive in the hands of a Deity.

The scene of the Divine Tree Sylph piercing through this young Demon Race man repeated endlessly. The soul of the Divine Tree Sylph was already affected by the ‘Abyss,’ unable to maintain rationality. Moreover, the power of the lake continued to weaken the strength of the Elven Divine Tree, plunging the Divine Tree Sylph into a state of stupor. She remained immersed in the scenes of the past.

The Skill Retrograde Light, connected to the Demon King’s Domain, enveloped the Magic Circle beneath and the Divine Tree Sylph. The Divine-Rank Teleportation Array beneath continued to operate, its terrifying consumption rapidly depleting the Magic Crystals of the Magic Circle. In truth, Demon King Mephistopheles, who possessed Retrograde Light, had already died hundreds of times. The ‘Abyss’ of the Divine Tree was not so easily dealt with.

But the nature of Retrograde Light allowed Demon King Mephistopheles to be reborn infinitely, just like a new Mephistopheles in a new timeline. The Karmic Power of Retrograde Light pulled at the Divine Tree Sylph, causing her to be teleported away by the Teleportation Array time and again. What was teleported away was not the entire Divine Tree Sylph, but rather the Divine Tree Sylph under different Karmic circumstances. This was a constantly occurring variable relationship.

Each teleportation was an opportunity—a chance to find a way to teleport the Divine Tree Sylph amidst repeated failures. Responsible for this was the Demon Race Cadre of the School of Wisdom, Lvqi. Although his consciousness had vanished, he integrated and controlled this entire Divine-Rank Teleportation Array, which embodied the Wisdom Crystal of the Demon Race accumulated over thousands of years.

He had to complete the teleportation of the Divine Tree Sylph before the Magic Crystals were completely exhausted. If the energy were fully depleted, all these Demigods would die. The Demon King was responsible for carrying—carrying the Divine Tree Sylph, who was continuously in a state of Retrograde Light.

The Demon King was also consuming his reserves. If his Skill Points were insufficient to continue upgrading Retrograde Light to its maximum level, he would no longer be able to use this Skill against a Deity. Then, his death would be imminent. No matter how powerful a Demon King might be, facing a Unique Skill in the hands of a Deity would be futile. Even in a direct confrontation, Demon King Mephistopheles had no chance of killing a Deity.

The scene before Lilith’s eyes constantly shifted. The pressure brought by the Deity made it impossible for her to resist. Within the Demon King’s Domain, they would not suddenly perish, but Lilith suddenly felt somewhat powerless. She could do nothing. Faced with such an enemy, even her father lacked the strength to oppose. Elders who had been kind to her continuously lost their lives within the Magic Circle. The terrifying consumption filled her with despair.

This was anything but easy. Demon King Mephistopheles had lied from the very beginning. Leaving aside killing the Deity, even the first step alone was so difficult. Was there truly any chance later to kill such a powerful Deity?

The next moment, a glazed light shimmered, and a force from beneath their feet began pulling at everything around them. Demon King Mephistopheles curled the corner of his lips upward. The scene before them instantly transformed—the once oppressive, dark sky turned a clear azure, and the stifling atmosphere gave way to openness and comfort. This was the heart of Mesopotamia, the Forbidden Land of the Dragonkin.

A straight line formed between the azure sky and the snow-white ground. The colossal structures of the Dragonkin appeared before them. Demon King Mephistopheles reached out and pulled the tree trunk embedded in his chest, then vanished into the horizon with Lilith and the others, enveloped in his Domain.

The massive form of the Elven Divine Tree, Sylph, plummeted from the sky and crashed directly into the Dragonkin’s enormous structures. After the Retrograde Light dissipated, Sylph’s consciousness returned to this time and space. The scene before her had completely changed. Without the suppression of the Spirit Divine Lake, the terrifying ‘Abyss’ began to spread.

A Dragonkin Demigod who had come to investigate was instantly twisted into a puddle of blood. In less than a blink, even that puddle of blood dissipated completely, as if that Dragonkin Demigod had never existed. The crimson sky spread once more, and a terrifying Divine Pressure began to permeate the Dragonkin’s territory.

“Mephistopheles!”

An enraged roar echoed across the entire sky—the furious cry of Dragon God Radon.

Demon King Mephistopheles had truly unleashed a monster. If the maddened Divine Tree Sylph were to escape from here today, the World would surely be plunged into chaos, its balance disrupted, and its rules twisted. All of this had now been dumped squarely onto his shoulders.

Without uttering a single word, Mephistopheles had abandoned this monster and hidden away. His petty schemes were transparent to Dragon God Radon at a single glance.

“Honored Dragon God!”

Upon hearing Dragon God Radon’s furious roar, Amutate hurriedly sent out a distress signal.

He was utterly bewildered. The earlier Divine Pressure had arrived inexplicably, and now the Elven Divine Tree had descended from the sky and was already wreaking havoc within the Dragonkin territory. To make matters worse, he had two unconscious juniors by his side.

“All clansmen, heed my command! Evacuate this area immediately and do not approach!”

Dragon God Radon’s voice emerged from deep underground, heavy and resonant, causing everyone’s hearts to sink.

Without further hesitation, Amutate instantly transformed into his dragon form, lifted the unconscious juniors beneath him, and fled eastward with all his might.

To the east lay the location of Zhai Guangyi’s True Body. Amutate was hesitant, as the earlier terrifying Soul Pressure had emanated from that direction—likely a contingency left by the Divine Tree itself, a conclusion Dragon God Radon had also drawn.

This maddened Divine Tree that had fallen from the sky was undoubtedly connected to the King Tree of the Elves. Amutate planned to first hide some of the juniors before investigating the situation. This was not only about the fate of the Dragonkin themselves; if mishandled, it could cause significant problems for the entire World.

The Dragon Clan Territory’s Defensive Magic Array quietly activated. A golden spherical barrier expanded upward from the ground, enveloping the rampaging Divine Tree Sylph within the territory while repelling all unrelated Dragonkin outside.

This was a one-sided barrier released by Dragon God Radon, isolating everything related to the Divine Tree Sylph. Even the red clouds in the sky could not escape this golden barrier and were drawn inside.

The terrifying Divine Pressure from moments ago vanished in an instant, leaving only a massive golden barrier that concealed everything within.

The Dragonkin Demigods who had been pushed back originally intended to follow Dragon God Radon’s command and leave, but then they saw Demon King Mephistopheles appear before the golden barrier, reaching out to touch it.

“Mephistopheles!”

The Dragonkin Demigods collectively glared at this Demon King—the very one who had caused this situation.