Chapter 470: Chapter466-Time River



Mercury-like dense mist churned and spread across the fluctuating Time River.

Then, as if witnessing something incomprehensible, everyone stared in stunned silence, their mouths agape, eyes locked on the Time River.

At the end of the Time River, three figures emanating immense power were rapidly approaching.

The moment they saw these three figures, everyone felt an unbearable pain in their eyes.

Just gazing upon them felt like blasphemy, a transgression that would incur brutal punishment.

Although the figures were still blurry shadows, it was clear that their strength rivaled that of the Dark Lord, placing them at the Primordial God tier!

Such beings were exceedingly rare, even under The Celestial’s command. They were the pillars of The Celestial, deployed only in the most critical situations.

And now, three of them were descending at once, their momentum overwhelming.

“Why do these three look unfamiliar? Could they be reinforcements sent by The Celestial?”

“I’m not sure. Discussing beings of the Primordial God tier is beyond us.”

“Indeed, but to traverse the Time River like this… aren’t they afraid of the immense karmic repercussions?”

Even the four monsters under The Celestial’s command looked tense at this moment.

If the Dark Lord couldn’t handle Owen and The Celestial’s reinforcements proved inadequate, the seal on the Mountain Lord’s descendants could truly be broken today!

Under their watchful eyes, the three figures surged closer with alarming speed.

Bathed in warm divine light, they were shrouded in dense layers of Order that protected them like armor.

With their arrival, Owen immediately glanced at the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord’s previously tense demeanor transformed into exhilaration, as though he had finally found a source of support.

Grasping the Flame Sword embedded in his body, he yanked it free with a triumphant laugh. The Flame Sword turned into a streak of light, returning to Owen’s hand.

Freed from the sword’s suppression, the Dark Lord let out a burst of laughter and glared at Owen. “I told you, today you will die!”

As he spoke, Owen sensed the three figures’ auras converging toward the Dark Lord.

“Dark Lord, so you are here!”

Emerging from the Time River, the three figures materialized fully and quickly took positions around the Dark Lord, casting vigilant gazes toward Owen and the others.

Now that they were closer, Owen could finally see them clearly.

Leading the group was a woman wielding a long blade. Her demeanor was cold and noble, exuding a relentless determination to fight to the death for what she believed in.

Beside her stood a burly man clad in armor, carrying a massive broadsword on his shoulder like an executioner, exuding a ruthless aura.

The third was a bald elderly man, his face twisted into a sinister smile like a member of some dark cult.

As these three surrounded the Dark Lord, his tense shoulders relaxed, and his confidence returned.

“Owen,” the Dark Lord sneered, “I told you before, today you will die!”

“Now that three top-tier powerhouses from my plane have arrived, let’s see how arrogant you can be!”

With his newfound support, the Dark Lord’s voice brimmed with confidence.

While he had struggled to kill Owen on his own, he had forced Owen to exhaust his trump cards.

In his current state, Owen could not maintain his enhanced form for long.

With the combined power of the four Primordial Gods, Owen stood no chance of survival!

The four monsters, observing the camaraderie between the Dark Lord and the three newcomers, sighed in relief. Smirks crept onto their faces.

Though they were unfamiliar with the trio, their aura mirrored that of the Dark Lord, clearly marking them as Primordial Gods.

Owen had already been pushed to his limits against the Dark Lord. Facing four Primordial Gods was an impossibility.

Even dreaming of such a scenario was absurd, as the power of a Primordial God was terrifyingly immense.

Unlike the monsters, Rachel’s heart sank.

To her, a Primordial God was an invincible force. Now, with four such beings targeting Owen,

she saw no chance for his survival.

The Chief and his group shared Rachel’s concerns.

Four Primordial Gods attacking in unison painted a grim picture.

If Owen fell, their own survival was unlikely, marking their plans as a complete failure.

Yet they felt instinctively that this was their best chance at freedom.

Resolute, they silently channeled their mana, preparing to assist Owen in this desperate

struggle.

It was all or nothing.

“Dark Lord, let’s finish this together and kill him!” the cold and defiant woman said.

She had attempted to discern Owen’s fate using her abilities but found no trace.

This anomaly unnerved her.

Unable to read Owen’s destiny, she felt certain that their paths were intertwined in some significant way in the future.

This instinctive foreboding, born of her Primordial God-level perception, made her wary.

Hearing her command, the Dark Lord roared and launched himself at Owen once more.

Though still injured, he believed that if he could neutralize Owen’s attacks, the combined might of his allies would easily end him.

In a flash, the Dark Lord appeared before Owen, wielding a long black blade.

With a single strike, Landshatter, his blade carried the weight of an entire star, its

unimaginable force hurtling toward Owen.

Owen knew he couldn’t afford to drag this out.

Gripping the Godslayer Staff in one hand and the Flame Sword in the other, he met the Dark

Lord head-on like a god of war.

The clash sent the Dark Lord flying once again, his injuries worsening. This time, his bones

fractured into powder.

Seeing Owen continue to strike down the Dark Lord without restraint, the three newcomers’ expressions darkened further.

“How arrogant! It’s been ages since we’ve encountered someone this brazen!”

“Kill him and teach him what respect means!”

The cold woman tightened her grip on her blade, its aura brimming with sharp energy.

Her speed and power far outmatched that of the Dark Lord.

However, Owen noticed that their arrival through the Time River had left them in a weakened

state. Despite their numbers, he believed he still had a chance.

After injuring the Dark Lord, Owen shifted his focus to the woman.

The Flame Sword, shimmering with radiant starlight, clashed with her icy blade.

With a single strike, her weapon was sent flying from her grasp.

The woman frowned deeply, sensing that Owen’s explosive power and understanding of

temporal manipulation were extraordinary.

Recovering quickly, the bald elder and the burly man closed in on Owen, cautious and

determined.

The elder’s body glowed with a golden radiance, like indestructible divine metal. A magical storm surged from him, aimed to crush Owen.

The burly man swung his massive blade, threatening to cleave the very plane in two. Its edge

tore through the void, leaving a deep, bottomless rift in its wake.

Their attacks arrived in an instant, forcing Owen to activate the Light-Dark Seals.

Blinding light, like an endless snowstorm, enveloped everyone present, causing a momentary

lapse in awareness as if time itself had been stolen.

In that fleeting moment, Owen seized the opportunity.

With the Supreme Sword formed from the Godslayer Staff in one hand and the Flame Sword in

the other, he struck the two adversaries like twin serpents.

Caught off guard by Owen’s sudden burst of power, both were sent flying, blood spraying as their bodies were marked with deep sword wounds.

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