Chapter 984: Punch That Bastard

Chapter 984: Punch That Bastard"Don't joke with me. Are you saying that there's a real dimensional rift down this abyssal crack?!

There's a limit to how far jokes should go!" the frost spirit commander yelled, but there was nothing that could be done now.

The explosion from the purple lasers sent everything plunging into the abyss. Aliens, black sand, black fog—all were dragged within.

The blood lord watched the spatial storm unfold around him. His body was shielded by a gigantic shadow of blood. He roared in laughter. "Revel in this overwhelming sense of despair—it's the last thing you'll feel!"

A large number of the aliens were hurled down into the rift by the spatial storm, then torn to pieces within.

"Save me!" the captain of the solar corps cried shrilly. His body glowed with bright light, like a burning sun, as it was flung out into the abyss.

The captain of the solar corps tried to save himself, but no one had the time to spare him any attention.

He desperately clung to the ground, but his heavily wounded body was no match for the fearsome energy contained within the spatial storm. Furthermore, there was no purchase to be found in the sand of the black desert. The captain of the solar corps found himself flung into the rift amidst shrill screams. No one could guarantee that they could survive the resulting spatial turbulence, not even the commanders or superior kings themselves.

It was likely that the captain of the solar corps had perished.

The spatial storm, like a meat grinder, ground the unfortunate aliens to pulp, including the blood demons who worked with the blood lord.

The blood demons cried, "Blood lord, this isn't what you promised!"

"We're kin, aren't we?!"

"What are you doing? Do you want our entire race to go extinct?!"

The blood lord was unmoved. He stood calmly, rather far away from the storm, quietly watching as everything was pulped around him. He glared coldly at the blood demons. "I told you all roughly about the plan, didn't I? It's your own fault you didn't move away from the explosion in time and didn't prepare anything to save you from it! Why should I step forward to rescue pieces of trash like you?"

There was nothing to grab onto within the desert, not even a boulder. Hong Xi reacted quickly, shouting, "Everyone, hold each other's hands!"

The humans, draconians, and aliens of the draconian world immediately responded to her orders. They grabbed hold of each other. The gigantic mammoths proved to be bulwarks against the storm, protecting and shielding their fellow fighters.

When the other aliens saw what Hong Xi's forces were doing, they immediately mimicked their actions. Regardless of whence they came, what they were, their background, their bodies—all the aliens grabbed ahold of each other, forming a giant mass.

The frost spirit commander punched the ground, sending a shockwave of ice across the desert and freezing everyone's legs to the ground—but only for a few moments. As the storm grew fiercer, the ice began to splinter, and it seemed liable to crack at any moment.

The blood lord gritted his teeth. "Damn it!"

He wanted to see all the allied forces fall into the abyss. If the strongest among them were to survive, how would he be able to report his failure to the death spirit king?

His eyes glowed red as he tried to break apart the aliens.

"Don't just stand there—help us!" the frost spirit commander shouted at Nightdemon and Zhang Lie, who were standing still, seemingly unperturbed by the storm.

"Truly cold-blooded, isn't he?" Zhang Lie's eyes glinted as he stared at the blood lord.

"Wh—" The frost spirit commander didn't understand how Nightdemon and Zhang Lie could be so much stronger than he was, despite them all being the commanders of their respective worlds.

Nightdemon turned to Zhang Lie calmly, speaking as though he were inquiring about what they would have for dinner that night. "Would you rather save our forces and have me deal with that fellow, or the opposite?"

"I want to punch that bastard, of course!" Zhang Lie replied.

Nightdemon dipped his head. His white coat turned a dark, blood-red color, as though it were dyed with blood. "Then I'll rescue the forces."

The red deepened and darkened until it was almost black. When the entire coat had turned dark red, it flashed black and opened wide, transforming into a pair of bat's wings. Nightdemon took to the air, rotating rapidly as he unfurled his wings and morphed into a gigantic bat. A fiery-red eye widened, then split into three. Everyone nearby felt a deathly sense of fear.

Nightdemon spat out a roughly spherical object patterned with red veins. On closer inspection, it turned out to be a polyhedron with many faces, each of which were nearly black, carved with geometrical precision.

The faces were haphazard, irregular, and multifaceted, sharply distinct from the regular octahedra that formed the death spirits' battleships.

The frost spirit commander cried out, "This is the Shining Trapezohedron, the legendary weapon that was used to kill the death spirit king's strongest subordinates during the first war against the death spirits!"

As the trapezohedron rose into the air and began to refract light, it glowed with radiance. The space within its domain, a multifaceted polyhedron extending almost a thousand meters from its center, was projected onto each face.

Each face was like an independent mirror of the space within, unable to affect the other faces around it.

The spatial rift and storm were trapped within one face.

The allied forces, including the aliens, humans, draconians, and even the blood demons, were trapped within another face. They tried to walk out of their face, only to find themselves on another face of the trapezohedron. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ n0vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

There were 24 such faces in all, and 24 corresponding dimensions.

As Nightdemon's eye moved, the Shining Trapezohedron shrank to its original size. All the forces were trapped within, even the frost spirit commander.

Zhang Lie was immensely shocked by the artifact that Nightdemon had used. As expected of a clone of the strongest king—his strength was incomparable to that of a common fighter.

Nightdemon curled his wings around him and returned to his white-coated form as the shining polyhedron landed in his palm. He smiled, as though what he had done was paltry, insignificant. He turned toward Zhang Lie. "I've saved the forces. It's time for you to punch the blood lord to a pulp, don't you think? And I'll leave the death spirits to you as well."