Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 1152 629: The Final Battle, the Beginning of a New Era [7/12]

"Do you think the scales of victory have already tipped in your favor?"

Asmodeus's icy, profound voice echoed like a murmur straight from the infernal depths, sending shivers through everyone present.

The revived Ninth Hell Lord hadn't fully healed. Shattered limbs marred his form, and grievous bloody wounds lingered without any trace of recovery.

His mere presence delivered a devastating psychological blow to all onlookers.

Asmodeus refused to let Richard recover from the previous assault. He channeled even more power, intent on overwhelming him with sheer force to rip his body asunder and end his life.

Energy surged from the gemstone scepter, warping the fabric of space and time nearby.

Yet Richard didn't perish as anticipated. His extended right hand clamped down on the gemstone scepter with vise-like strength.

Fury blazed in his widened eyes.

"You?!!"

'Thud!'

The gemstone scepter resisted his grasp fiercely, as if seared by molten sulfuric acid. The excruciating agony could force screams from anyone, yet his stare remained unyielding.

Endless yellow sand energy surged around him, clashing headlong against it.

This collision twisted his very frame.

A level 18 hurricane whipped the surrounding sands into a frenzy.

"Asmodeus…you are not worthy."

With his left hand now seizing the gemstone scepter, Richard locked eyes with the Ninth Hell Lord.

The yellow sand power encasing him eroded with savage intensity. In the most dominant and straightforward manner, he confronted the foe directly!

"Want to kill me? Then witness the Ninth Lord's true might!"

Richard's near-maddened demeanor stunned Asmodeus.

This overlord from Grace Mainland acted with such ruthless resolve!

Yet that very frenzy stoked Asmodeus's rage.

He was determined to test how long the opponent could endure!

For he was the Ninth Hell Lord!

A guttural snarl escaped him, and the foul tongue of hell resounded.

"तत्सर्वंविनाश्यन्ता"

A surge of energy laced with sulfurous stench exploded from the gemstone scepter, enveloping all of Solan City. In the instant that followed, half-formed souls rose from the shattered ground.

The Light Goddess, the Sun God, the Dawn God, and the Spider Goddess Lolita.

Devils excelled at manipulating souls, surpassing even the undead in skill.

This force reanimated those souls, drawing them upward like iron to a lodestone before merging them into Asmodeus's body via his fissures.

Throughout, the souls' terrified faces were visible.

"No!"

"Damn demons!"

"Asmodeus, you can't do this to us!"

Piercing shrieks emanated from within Asmodeus's frame.

His mangled body served as their prison. With each soul absorbed, Asmodeus's aura intensified dramatically.

He snarled and bellowed curses, his Ninth Hell Lord visage contorting into savage ferocity.

"All that you possess shall be mine!"

"Your power, your authority, your believers—all mine!"

"मुखंपिधीयताम्"

The lethal incantation rang out once more. The souls unleashed agonized wails, as if enduring a myriad of slashing blades.

The oppressive force amid the cries swelled without cease.

Events unfolded at breakneck speed. Viewers in the live broadcast watched Asmodeus resurrect, impale Richard, and consume the gods' souls before they could even process it.

Terror instantly gripped them all.

"I warned you it was trickier than it seemed. That sly Asmodeus faked death to dodge the fight, biding time until both were worn down, then swooping in for the prize!"

"The third party reaps the rewards… Boss Qingqiu is in peril!"

"F*ck, Asmodeus, f*ck your ancestors' coffins!!"

Asmodeus pressed on relentlessly. His left hand slashed out with fury.

'Kacha!'

Space behind him fractured violently!

A vast, blood-drenched hellscape emerged immediately after.

No words like evil, shadowy, savage, or gory could fully capture that aura.

Though the seal barred the Ninth Hell Lord's forces from exiting Solan City, their energy could still flow through.

Immense power from the Ninth Hell Lord flooded into Asmodeus's form.

The dread presence of this ultimate being skyrocketed once more.

"Kill them!"

Asmodeus unleashed every ace up his sleeve to slay Richard!

Every pore on Richard's skin flared open as his soul blared an dire alarm.

"Ah!"

A primal roar tore from Richard, twisting his striking features into ferocity.

This pushed his authority's power to its utmost limits. The death desert quaked violently as energies converged.

The Eternal Land overhead erupted in blinding radiance, amplifying the planar might.

World Tree branches draped silently over Richard's shoulders, infusing him with mystical vigor.

Dodging was impossible—so stake it all!

Richard bellowed. He poured forth his full arsenal for a frontal clash with Asmodeus!

Asmodeus believed he could swiftly annihilate Richard. Yet, the Ninth Hell Lord soon grasped the utter impossibility, even with backing from the other demons in the Ninth Hell and after devouring the gods' power. Not Richard.

His heart trembled fiercely.

How could this Grace Mainland Overlord wield such terrifying might?

Even the Ninth Hell's power couldn't lay a finger on him?