Chapter 599 Behemoth [11]

The truth was, Damien didn't have the power to devour the Primal Sovereign whole. The beast's body was massive, over half the size of the unnamed world it slumbered in. With his current level, this was far too grueling of a task.

However, he had methods to circumvent this problem. Aside from the many sacrifices he made to sustain his mana and ability, he also used a few shortcuts to spread his devouring force faster.

For instance, the Void Flames.

Void Flames carried some of Devour's abilities, and it was intrinsically linked to the Void Physique in this way. But more than that, the Void Flames had an integral ability for the current circumstance. That was, the ability to devour mana and use it to sustain itself.

This way, the flames could spread using their own mana without touching Damien's reserves. Under his control, these flames spread rapidly and began depleting the Primal Sovereign's mana, at the same time using their influence to spread Damien's devouring power to the far reaches of the Primal Sovereign's body.

It was only with these shortcuts that Damien was able to rapidly encase half of the Primal Sovereign's body with his power. And because he'd established such a massive degree of influence…

Devour revved into effect. The swirling black vortex that made up its form began rapidly devouring the Primal Sovereign. Whether it be his flesh and blood, his mana, or even the independent spaces that made up his internals, they all began feeling the immense suction force of the Void.

This was a taxing process to say the least, but luckily, Damien wasn't alone in his endeavor. While he injured and slowly chipped away at the Primal Sovereign from within…

The Demigods outside also noticed a change. The intensity of the spatial storm had weakened considerably, and was continuing to do so with time.

At this level, they should be able to…!

Once again, the sky was alit with shining stars. The remaining Divinities charged into the spatial storm without hesitation, braving its ferocity and breaking through the barrier!

The Cloudless Monarch and Phaseshift Sovereign arrived first, these two being especially specialized in speed.

The Cloudless Monarch vanished into thin air. In only a few sparks of time, he was already inside one of the enormous craters that had been dug into the Primal Sovereign's true body! His mana raged forth, having somewhat recovered in the time he waited outside the spatial storm.

His moniker was Cloudless. This wasn't some meaningless name. A Demigod's title wasn't just meant for its domineering appearance. Cloudless was a man with a vast expanse of mana like a cloudless sky. When it raged, it created a truly mesmerizing scene.

For everyone but the Primal Sovereign, that is.

The brilliant blue mana swirled into a vortex and drilled into the Primal Sovereign's body without reserve. With the latter's consciousness fully focused on devouring Damien, how could he resist?

BANG!

A pillar of blood shot out from the wound. At the same time, Phaseshift's attacks landed as well.

While Cloudless was like the sky, Phaseshift was someone who barely existed in reality. While his laws were similar to the Illusive Fairy Goddess from Mirrorbloom, his actual abilities shared no resemblance. While the Illusive Fairy Goddess used illusions similarly to Rose, Phaseshift used illusions on his body alone, becoming one with illusion and reality.

He flickered in and out of existence as he rapidly flew around a certain area of the Primal Sovereign's body. To an untrained eye, his actions were similar to a bird swooping down to catch prey.

But in reality, his body was phasing through the Primal Sovereign's body, brutally ripping out chunks of flesh with every move. While this move didn't have as much destructive power as Cloudless', it forced the Primal Sovereign to exhaust his blood vitality at an increasingly rapid rate, which was far more effective in the long run.

As these two Demigods swooped in to attack, the remaining forces followed them. Even under the combined attack with his body being ruined further and further, the Primal Sovereign paid no attention to the outside world.

He understood the reality of the situation a long time ago. Even if he diverted a portion of his consciousness to fending off against these Demigods, he could at most kill one more before he was inevitably killed by them.

If that occurred, he'd only face loss, with his actions for the past hundreds of thousands of years being meaningless!

Instead, he would devour Damien. If he succeeded, these Demigods wouldn't be able to touch him any longer. But if he failed…

Truthfully, the Primal Sovereign didn't even consider the possibility of failure. But in the off chance that it truly happened, at least he would die at the hands of his enemy, a worthy death.

Damien's eyes were more serious than they'd ever been in his life. In terms of true life or death crises, this was the most severe he'd ever experienced.

His face didn't change, but with every passing second, he could feel the burden on his body becoming increasingly heavy. This wasn't only due to the Primal Sovereign, but also his own power.

Devour couldn't absorb the Primal Sovereign's essence without having a target to direct it to. As the Primal Sovereign's body was devoured, all of his energy was sent into Damien, forcing him to take control of it.

Frankly, he couldn't. It wasn't a matter of skill or status, it was simply the fact that a mortal couldn't absorb Divinity.

Damien's body was cracking under the pressure of his reckless actions. Even in the air above him, tribulation clouds formed to smite him.

It only went to show how heinous his actions were. To steal Divinity as a Divinity was one thing, but to do so before one was acknowledged to stand at their level?

Despicable!

Even if one day, Divinities became as common as clouds, it only went to show the amount of power their birthplace possessed! Regardless of how common they may seem when seen in large numbers, every Divinity was a peerless genius of their era!

There were no cheats to reach that level. Even if Damien reached level 399 in a single leap, he would never be able to feel the path to Divinity until he spent an appropriate amount of time and effort to reach that point.

As he continued to shoulder the burden Divinity placed on him, Damien understood this in the core of his being.

But at the same time, he was being empowered. He couldn't personally separate the power of Divinity from the Primal Sovereign's flesh, but the Void Physique was different.

Due to his lacking strength, the speed was slower than a snail's pace, but Damien was truly making some gains. Only, he would soon need an outlet for the massive reserve of Divinity being stored in his body, otherwise, he'd combust without any chance of resistance.

At this time, the chaos in the outside world came to a standstill. Even the attacking Demigods halted their actions, their gazes focused on a single location.

There, Tian Yang stood covered in sweat. His mana raged with blood-red highlights as blood vitality empowered his every action. His body stood within an immense spatial suppression that even he could barely withstand.

His hands came together slowly. At first, they were many feet apart, but with time, they were able to come together.

And finally, they pushed past any barriers blocking them, shattering space as they came together and clasped!

Tian Yang's surroundings followed his actions. Everything compressed, being forcefully drawn together, including the spatial fissure in front of him.

Gargantuan currents of Spatial Essence continuously leaked from this fissure, making closing it an even more difficult task. Every time Tian Yang attempted to make progress, the bursts of Spatial Essence would force him to halt.

But in that final moment when his hands clasped together…

The spatial fissure lost any means of resistance. It was slammed shut by the surrounding compression force, creating a loud bang as the surrounding Spatial Essence lost its momentum!

Everything changed at that moment.

The suppression force enveloping the God Ensnaring Formation was lifted, the wild gusts of Spatial Essence slowly melded into the world…and even the ravenous spatial storm disappeared as if they never existed.

The Primal Sovereign's most powerful source of strength had been cut off.