Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 618 - 340 Doom’s Arrival_2

Immense pain washed over him, and in less than a moment, the Little White Snake's body was covered in maggots, burrowing into his flesh and soul, devouring both.

The Little White Snake danced in the air, shaking its body violently, but the maggots clung to him determinedly, not loosening their grip at all.

Then suddenly, the Little White Snake bit its own tail, transforming into a ring; a vast and holy power manifested within him, and in an instant, all the maggots vanished, white wings returning to his body as if everything had been reset.

This was the power of Reincarnation, the power of reset; through this method, the forces of corruption and proliferation were completely eradicated.

The Little White Snake glared at the three massive Meat Clusters, fury in its eyes as if it could materialize and reduce these detestable beings to ashes, having never suffered this much pain since its birth.

Opening its mouth, Death's Breath sprayed towards the Meat Clusters in the sky; their immense bodies meant they moved slowly, allowing Death's Breath to hit them squarely, and as black sludge began to flow to the ground, the Meat Clusters visibly shrank until the Little White Snake's breath ceased, and they had significantly reduced in size.

Arthur would not miss this opportunity. With a roar, the Sword in the Stone emitted a dazzling light, and three golden beams descended from heaven, striking the Meat Clusters directly, as countless shades of the human race appeared in the beams, embodying everyone's birth, aging, sickness, death, and the full spectrum of human emotions—with countless terrifying emotions and the power of the Human Path rushing into the Meat Clusters.

The force of the Human Path was so dominant that if it could not be assimilated, it would be eradicated, and the Meat Clusters from beyond the heavens experienced fear for the first time, influenced by the power of the Human Path.

Their primal instincts were aroused by the power of the Human Path; the Meat Clusters began to think for the first time in their existences, wishing to escape the control behind them and start their own lives, desiring life as the human race did.

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But suddenly, an overwhelming will descended into their bodies, brutally snuffing out the budding wisdom and desires in their cradle.

Seeing this, the Old Monk was alarmed and quickly opened the Bible, shouting, "The Lord said, 'There shall be no place for the alien here.'"

The colossal Holy Light Divine Mountain manifested above the human army, with boundless Holy Light rushing towards the three Meat Clusters in the sky, preventing the dreadful will within them from awakening.

The Meat Clusters were struck by the Holy Light; their bodies were instantly destroyed by the formidable force, foiling the plot for the dreadful will to descend.

The Old Monk and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief at this, both feeling an unprecedented sense of smallness in the face of that will, as if they had encountered the legendary Lord Himself. That's why they had fought with all their might to kill these three Meat Clusters.

And as the Meat Clusters perished, the remaining half-orcs, as if soulless, stood motionless, leading to a horrific slaughter by the human race.

"It's over!" Arthur exclaimed with a long sigh. The war had reached a substantial toll, but fortunately, with the annihilation of the Meat Clusters, it had come to an end.

The soldiers around him erupted in earth-shattering cheers; long weary of the prolonged warfare, they now yearned to return to their homes and spend every day with their loved ones.

However, as everyone celebrated jubilistically, the sky suddenly changed, and many looked up in terror to witness a scene they would never forget in their lives.

The sky had split open, a black fissure like a vast and ugly wound streaked across the horizon. From that dark color, it felt as though something terrible had happened.

"What is this?" Arthur said, incredulous, his mouth agape. Everything happened so suddenly, leaving no chance to react, and a deep unease wrapped around Arthur's heart, making him suddenly feel the urge to cry.

"The world barrier has broken!" said the Little White Snake, its expression gravely serious. As a Divine Spirit, it could clearly sense the Will of the World weeping.

"How is this possible..." the Old Monk muttered to himself, his face full of disbelief. This was the world barrier; even beings like the Lord would have to exert great effort to shatter it, yet now it had cracked open so easily.

"It's the fall of the Divine Spirits. Just now, a great number of Divine Spirits have perished, and that protective shield, originally constructed by the laws of the Divine Spirits, was torn apart instantly," the Little White Snake said with a grave tone.

"So this was his purpose? What in this world is worth him going so far?" murmured the Old Monk. At this moment, he understood the true intent of the Demon—who would have thought that the other side had always been aiming to destroy this world.

While a few were in discussion, the cracks in the sky grew larger and the world began to fall into destruction. Countless meteors fell from the skies, crashing into the earth and forming deep pits, the ground wailed, unable to bear it, and began to splinter. Terrible lava erupted from the depths, and numerous creatures met their death.

The remaining Divine Spirits began the final salvation. The God of Knowledge and Wisdom erected a Protective Shield to shelter the surviving creatures, and the Harp Goddess and Fire God also led the remnants of the Divine Spirits to mend the world's barrier.

It was then that they realized that, for some unknown time, only a few Divine Spirits remained in this world; the rest had long since fallen.

However, no matter how hard they tried, it was all in vain because terrifying beings had descended.

A pitch-black hand stretched out from the crack in the sky, as if it wanted to tear the entire heavens and earth apart. A fearsome aura emanated from this hand, making Arthur and others feel as though they were suffocating. What kind of existence could possess such a dreadful aura?

Divine Spirits were grievously wounded by this hand; weaker Divine Spirits were instantly torn into pieces by the terrifying force. Even beings like the Harp Goddess had lost an arm, and she cried out with a mournful face, "How can it be so strong? What are we Divine Spirits in comparison?"

The faith of the Goddess collapsed. As a Divine Spirit, she was proud; she ruled over the myriad creatures of this world, a mighty being worshiped by all beings. Over countless years, she had grown accustomed to her own strength.

Yet now, when faced with a being that could annihilate Divine Spirits with just one arm, she fell into extreme self-doubt, feeling as though she had lived in vain all these years, never expecting to be as insignificant as an ant one day.

"This day has finally come, and we are powerless!" the God of Knowledge and Wisdom sighed softly.

"But if it wants to destroy my world, it must step over my corpse," the aged Divine Spirit roared defiantly into the sky. This elder, known among the Divine Spirits for his kind-hearted image, radiated an endless brilliance at this moment.

Countless bits of information from the world began to converge upon the God of Knowledge and Wisdom—all the knowledge and wisdom from the endless eons of this world. These turned into bizarre symbols that swirled around the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Framed by such holiness, the God at this moment shone with a dazzling light, burning his own Soul in a final struggle.

Endless knowledge and wisdom coalesced into a golden Long Spear inscribed with various symbols and formulas. The God of Knowledge and Wisdom hurled it with all his might.

This Long Spear, formed of knowledge, pierced the heavens toward the pitch-black arm, the light of knowledge illuminating the world, guiding all who were lost.

The Long Spear seemed to transcend time and space; in the blink of an eye, it appeared beside the arm. Next to the vast arm, the spear seemed as insignificant as a needle.

But this seemingly insignificant thing actually pierced the terrible arm, causing the being from beyond the sky to feel pain after a long absence, and he instinctively withdrew his arm.

However, that was all the Long Spear could achieve. Yet even so, it was enough to take pride in, for it was indeed a proud thing to be able to hurt such a terrifying existence.