1396: You Can’t Defend Against Hunger

You Can’t Defend Against Hunger

Godly Path Realm!1

"Damn it, how did you find us out? After so long, we barely managed to penetrate this deep!" A cultivator screamed in shock as his body slowly melted before vanishing. 

"Tch!" The culprit clicked his tongue. "To think the Abolition Tower had begun to infiltrate the Godly Path Realm once again. This shows the situation is worsening again." 

He sighed after that. "I should make a trip to the Mortal Realm and ensure none from the Mong Realm have infiltrated it. They almost caused my race's annihilation once."

He suddenly grunted, noticing a mysterious grey radiance leaking into the Godly Path Realm from the God Realm, possessing a power that targeted wisps. 

"You're targeting my race again?" He frowned in anger, unleashing a bright golden radiance that slammed into the grey radiance, beginning to devour it voraciously, eventually preventing the grey radiance from entering the Godly Path Realm. 

He was Wally, the Wisp God, having used a wisp's unique nature to travel between the Godly Realm, Godly Path Realm, and Mortal Realm from time to time, constantly weeding out the infiltrators from the Mong Realm and a couple other realms as well. 

He had constantly been busy throughout the years, not having a moment's rest, always on the travel through the vast Four Realms. 

"Wait, shouldn't Krune be in the God Realm by now? Then does that mean he's the one being targeted?" Wally frowned, clicking his tongue as he created a special passageway exclusive to the race of wisps, at least those that had become Gods, not paying any price as he soon reached the God Realm. 

He then observed the grey radiance coursing through the God Realm in an attempt to destroy the laws related to the birth of wisps here, grunting in anger as he first decided to deal with it.

…

"Kek!" The teenager grunted, being singed by the tribulation lightning as he was slowly accumulating damage. 

"Argh!" Luvile shouted, exploding with Godly Energy as he continued to slam attacks onto the teenager. "Damn Mong Realm bastard!"

"Haha… you've been attacking me for so long. But what of it? You've failed to protect your champion anyway. I've already sensed that all traces related to him have been destroyed already." The teenager laughed. "Well, even though I'm feeling hungry, I'll still play with you weaklings."

'Wait… hungry?' Suddenly, the teenager's eyes widened in surprise as he sensed that he was indeed feeling hungry. 

And for some reason, blood dripped out of his nose, noticing that hidden underneath all the tribulation lightning was a mysterious energy that was constantly gushing into his body in an effort to destroy him. 

Surprisingly, it was racking up damage to him all along, but for some reason, he had failed to notice it, gazing at the Gods that were attacking him while shielding the figure of Sterlena, who was the cause that had injured him. "Hahaha, I see. So, the Kun Realm Gods still have some tricks up their sleeve."

Hungry!

"Wha… what the heck?" He was startled for a moment as his stomach rumbled due to hunger, causing him to feel like he had to eat something. However, he looked around, observing that nothing was palatable to him.

Initially, he thought he only had to consume a couple of demon beasts or humans to be rid of this feeling. But since he didn't even feel anything while gazing at them, he realized that this wasn't an issue. 

'I should eat something to be rid of this,' he thought, also using his various abilities to sense from where this sense of hunger was originating from, only to arrive at a rather frightening conclusion. 

He… wasn't able to sense it.

"This… impossible!" he shouted in shock.

"That was Krune's exclusive ability. He's the only one with that power and the only one who can cure you," Luvile wiped his tears, stating with bated breath. "And since you killed him, you'll have to live with that for the rest of your life."

"Heh, just a paltry last ditched effort." The teenager snorted. "I can casually cut off my senses…"

HUNGER!

"Guh!" The teenager shuddered as the sense of hunger in him continued to increase constantly, slowly causing him to become flustered. 

"Damn it, I'll deal with you in the future!" Saying so, he exploded with all his strength, throwing off the Gods, injuring them while he escaped, heading straight towards the massive spiral in the sky that was visible from anywhere in the God Realm. 

Slowly, his figure morphed, vanishing once he reached the spiral. He had left the Four Realms, or the Kun Realm, as those from beyond the Four Realms addressed it as. 

"It's finally over…" Hishe sighed before looking at the damage to the area, "Thankfully, this supercontinent has just formed. So, its robust foundation would heal this damage gradually."

He then announced, gazing at the two armies that had retreated. "All the Primal Gods of the Mist Sect have dropped down in cultivation level to become Elementary Gods now. On the side of the Mountain Sect, two Primal Gods are still alive, causing the scale of power to tip in their favor. The Gods of the God Realm have determined that it's only a matter of time before the Mist Sect loses all power thanks to Faunkill's actions and have decided that the Mountain Sect is the winner of this war."

He then gazed at Multar and said, "You should return to your home now. You can challenge them again in the future." 

"I'll be doing that." Multar snorted, erupting with all his strength as he actually destroyed all traces of Faunkill's power, displaying his strength as a Titled Primal God. But unfortunately for him, all their Primal Gods had already dropped in cultivation to become Elementary Gods. 

Even though they wouldn't drop any further, this damage was irreversible. They would no longer be able to reclaim their Primal God Realm foundation even if they were to revive. 

In other words, they would have to cultivate once again and break through to the Primal God Realm. They had suffered a terrifying blow to their strength as their morale was at an all-time low when Multar sounded their retreat. 

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