Chapter 372 370-Borrowing Something

Chapter 372 370-Borrowing Something

Peggy's voice resonated across the sky, and Julius burst into a thunderous laughter:

"Do you think I would believe you? Your pleas for mercy now could turn into violent retribution later. The conflict between us is irreconcilable. If I show you mercy, how will you repay me in the future?"

Peggy's voice came again, slow and seemingly sincere:

"I will give you all three strands of Primordial Light that I possess. These strands are the source of my power. If you extract the Primordial Light, I will pose no threat."n--0velb1n

"To regain such strength would take thousands of years. So, spare me, let me live."

Ethan's heart stirred, looking at Peggy's eyes with complex thoughts.

What exactly happened to the Ancient Deities?

A being of such stature was now groveling before a human race's warrior, and it seemed that even preserving their life was a struggle.

Julius' eyes blinked, silent.

He was clearly calculating whether the proposed trade was beneficial.

The handsome man beside him whispered in his ear, and Julius nodded slightly before speaking loudly again:

"Forget it. You've been scraping by in the Deityforsaken Land for too long. I no longer trust you. So, it's better to extract the power of rules from your body and send it where it belongs."

Peggy's eyes flickered, and the entire world seemed to change in response to their emotions.

The sky alternated between light and darkness, clearly showing Peggy's anger.

"Julius, you who break promises."

"It was you who first deceived us."

Julius, with a face as stern as steel, spoke with resolute conviction.

As Ethan pondered over the original promises made between the two factions, they had already commenced their battle.

The sky churned with dark clouds, torn apart as if by an invisible force, revealing an abyss of profound darkness.

Lightning clashed, with bolts like swords slashing across the heavens, illuminating the chaotic battlefield.

Fierce winds howled, whipping up a storm of dust and sand, rendering the sky murky and indistinct.

Ethan could only discern the entanglement of various colored energies in the sky, where divinity and the power of deity erupted in full force.

The combatants moved too swiftly for Ethan's mortal eyes to follow.

His power of soul was compressed around his body, feeling an immense pressure, his legs almost giving way to the illusion of needing to flee.

Ethan felt as though he was caught between the battles of two tyrannosauruses, curling up his body, praying not to be inadvertently harmed by these titanic creatures.

This sensation was excruciating; the overwhelming pressure nearly crushed him.

He wrapped his arms around Lana and Daphne, bearing the brunt of the celestial forces alone.

King, meanwhile, was in a dire state, lying on the ground with his consciousness muddled, drool leaking from his mouth, looking utterly disheveled.

Ethan's heart raced with fear. Who exactly were these three in the sky?

The battle in the sky continued unabated.

The figures of Julius and his two companions flickered in and out of visibility amidst the dark clouds, their presence sweeping across the battlefield like a ferocious storm.

Each clash with Peggy triggered intense energy fluctuations, causing the surrounding space to tremble.

The thunderous roars, echoing through the heavens, seemed like the enraged howls of the universe itself.

Within this rampant surge of energy, the figures of the three became increasingly blurred, their movements accelerating beyond comprehension.

Only Peggy's eyes remained steadfast, the divinity emanating from them possessing the power to subdue all.

Their speed had surpassed the bounds of human imagination, seemingly transcending the limits of time and space.

Each engagement whipped up tempestuous winds, rendering the entire battlefield unpredictably chaotic.

Large raindrops pelted Ethan's face, his lips twitching slightly, and a deep-seated sense of danger urging him to flee crept into his mind.

The battle between Julius' trio and Peggy was altering the very weather, a power befitting of deities, perhaps?

Their figures darted across the sky like lightning, every collision resulting in explosive bursts of energy that illuminated the entire Deityforsaken Land.

Their power was so immense it could tear apart the fabric of space, alter time, and even potentially destroy worlds.

Ethan witnessed the space around them collapsing, time freezing, and the earth erupting in flames and magma...

Yet, the Deityforsaken Land always managed to swiftly repair the fractured space and push time forward again...

Fortunately, the battle raged within the confines of the Deityforsaken Land.

Had it been in the Azure Empire, it would have taken merely a blink for the entire realm to be utterly annihilated.

Ethan's fear intensified.

After receiving the legacy of the Wraith Cult, he had mastered half the power of rules and felt his strength should reign supreme over the Deityforsaken Land.

However, the scene unfolding before him struck a profound chord of shock within his soul.

A sense of helplessness surged within him, signaling the need for growth, for becoming even stronger.

Julius and his companions had clearly come prepared.

Despite Peggy's immense strength, the relentless assault of the trio gradually revealed signs of weakening.

"Julius, do you truly seek mutual destruction? What gain is there for you in this?" Peggy questioned.

Julius' tone, contrary to Ethan's expectation of ease, carried a hint of weariness: "Peggy, the power of rules within you has matured. It's time for you to surrender it."

Suddenly, Peggy fell silent, resistance waning.

Ethan swallowed hard, sensing it was time to leave.

In battles of deities, mortals suffer. There was no need to risk his life for a bit of insight.

But it was already too late.

Ethan's expression froze as he was dragged into an immense, boundless space.

This space appeared as a garden.

Every inch of the garden brimmed with vitality. A variety of exotic flowers and herbs grew here, each unique in color and form, emitting an array of fragrances.

Some flowers blazed like fire, exuding a rich, sweet aroma; others were cool like moonlight, giving off a faint, ethereal scent; and yet others were as warm as sunlight, radiating a refreshing fragrance...

Every element of this garden was an embodiment of life's diversity, a symphony of nature's most beautiful expressions.

In the heart of the garden stood a colossal tree, its lush branches and leaves forming a canopy that blotted out the sun.

Beneath the tree lay a massive stone, inscribed with intricate and indecipherable patterns.

"Is this the power of rules?" Ethan asked, staring at the stone, his mouth slightly agape in wonder.

"Yes," came a familiar voice, and Ethan knew it was Peggy's.

A graceful figure slowly approached him.

As the figure neared, Ethan gradually discerned their appearance.

Their body was composed of petals of various colors, each shimmering and emitting a faint fragrance.

They wore a crown woven from roses and lilies, adorned with jewels that sparkled with an array of brilliant lights.

Their eyes were like two dazzling stars, twinkling with wisdom.

"Who are you? And where is this place?" Ethan asked, stepping back slightly, not swayed by the figure's exquisite appearance.

Their face wore a smile as warm and bright as the spring sun:

"You should know me. It was you who awakened me."

They raised a hand, delicate as a young sprout, stirring ripples of energy.

"Peggy?" Ethan frowned, "When did I awaken you?"

"You may call me that," Peggy's voice was like a siren's song, gentle enough to lull one into slumber, "You helped me by removing the Mind Stealing Magic Circle from that Wraith. It was then that I awoke."

Ethan suddenly understood. The crimson Magic Circle on Richard was the Mind Stealing Magic Circle!

"What do you want by dragging me into this space?" Ethan still felt a sense of oddity, finding it bizarre that Peggy could converse with him while simultaneously battling.

Such power was truly beyond comprehension.

lightsΝοvel "You must have seen the conflict between Julius and me, right?"

"I didn't see anything, I know nothing, and I don't want to get involved," Ethan quickly distanced himself from any connection, his triple refusal leaving Peggy momentarily stunned.

Peggy suddenly let out a laugh:

"You're really cute!"

With that laugh, the already vibrant and colorful garden seemed to bloom even more brightly, and the sky lit up noticeably.

Ethan's forehead twitched, and he took a couple of steps back:

"Peggy, I have no intention of getting involved in your affairs. Please let me leave."

The smile on Peggy's face faded, and she shook her head slightly:

"I'm sorry, Ethan, but I can't let you go. I need your help."

Cold sweat broke out on Ethan's back, his scalp tingling at the thought of Julius' trio's terrifying power, his heart quivering:

"How can I help you? If I join the battle, it would be like walking into death. Please, don't joke with me."

Peggy looked towards the palm of Ethan's hand, speaking slowly:

"You might not realize what the power in your palm represents."

Ethan abruptly looked down, observing the golden skull emblem in his palm.

Guided by Peggy's mention, it began to glow faintly, as if responding to something.

"What do you want to do?" Panic surged in Ethan's heart.

Could Peggy be...?