blogombal Chapter 825: Attempting to Fusion Power
Chapter 825: Attempting to Fusion Power
As all four ancient dragon powers were activated, the four powers echoed each other. What surprised Navilette was that the expected power shock did not occur.
Seeing this, Navillatte did not hesitate at all. Four completely different powers and the power of the abyss slowly approached under Navillatte's control.
The moment they first came into contact, an unimaginably powerful repulsive force erupted.
This repulsive force was like two massive planets colliding with each other. It broke through Villette's body in an instant and quickly spread to the entire primordial fetal sea.
The entire primordial sea seemed like an enraged giant beast, plunged into an unprecedented frenzy. The sea surged like a raging wave, and the huge waves crashed and tore at each other, making a deafening sound.
This sound seemed to break through the constraints of heaven and earth, echoing endlessly in this mysterious realm. Every impact of the waves made the space of the primordial fetal sea tremble.
Villette, at the center of this turmoil, endured unimaginable pressure. He groaned, and a trickle of blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth. This blood quickly dispersed in the surging waters, like a beautiful flower in full bloom, only to vanish in an instant.
As the clash of power intensifies, various forces intertwine and conflict with each other, and the energy ripples released are like a raging storm, sweeping across the entire primordial fetal sea with overwhelming force.
Wherever the energy reached, the seawater instantly evaporated, forming massive columns of steam that shot high into the sky. These columns of steam were like the fiery breath of an ancient beast, carrying with them the power to destroy everything.
Then, under the influence of high pressure, the steam quickly condensed into ice crystals, which fell in a shower of rain. The ice crystals shimmered with a cold light, like an icy meteor shower, adding a strange beauty to the chaotic primordial sea.
Under the impact of this powerful energy, Villette's body began to undergo terrible changes.
A layer of fine cracks first appeared on the surface of his skin, crisscrossing like a riverbed that had been dry for a long time.
Blood oozed out from these cracks, slowly flowing along his body, and soon dyed his clothes red.
Immediately afterwards, his bones made a "cracking" sound, as if they were bearing tens of millions of tons of pressure. Each crisp sound was like a heavy hammer of fate, hitting his nerves hard and bringing excruciating pain.
The pain was like a surging tide, wave after wave, almost drowning his will.
Villette clenched her teeth, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping into the surging sea and disappearing in an instant.
The magical thing is that whenever the body is on the verge of collapse, the power of the abyss will emerge like a ghost.
This power is like an invisible giant hand, cold and mysterious, repairing the broken body bit by bit.
The power of the abyss traveled through his body, and wherever it went, broken bones healed and damaged skin quickly recovered.
However, the repair process was not smooth sailing. The power of the abyss was uniquely corrosive, and every repair was like planting a seed of hidden danger in his body.
The seed grew quietly in his body, trying to change his body structure and gradually assimilate him.
Villette could clearly feel the erosion of this dark power, but he had to rely on it to maintain his life, which put him in a dilemma.
At this moment, Villette also understood that wanting to successfully complete the unimaginably difficult task of integrating power in a short period of time was simply a pipe dream and an almost impossible luxury.
The helplessness in his heart surged like a surging tide, wave after wave, trying to drown him completely. And the deep resentment was like a series of extremely sharp thorns, piercing his heart mercilessly.
However, the rationality in his heart was like a lighthouse standing calmly in the storm, emitting a bright and firm light. Perhaps he should say goodbye to them before taking the last step.
He slowly opened his eyes, which seemed unusually heavy due to extreme fatigue. There was a trace of powerlessness and weariness that was difficult to conceal in his eyes, as if they carried the vicissitudes of a thousand years.
Then, he used up the last of his strength and began to do his best to dispel the various powers surrounding him.
Those forces seemed to be endowed with living souls and possessed their own consciousness. In the process of dissipating, they were still as unruly as wild horses that had broken free from their reins, surging wantonly and struggling faintly, as if they were full of resistance to leaving and were unwilling to retreat easily.
Villette gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain brought by the dissipation of his power. Sweat soaked his clothes, slid down his cheeks, and dripped into the water of the primordial fetal sea, but did not cause a single ripple.
Finally, Villette dragged his tortured, exhausted, and wounded body. Each step he took seemed to weigh over a thousand pounds, as if his legs were filled with lead. He staggered step by step, toward the direction of leaving the primordial fetal sea.
Every step he took felt like he was stepping on a thorny bush. The sharp pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, bringing him excruciating pain.
When Villette finally reappeared on the ground with heavy iron steps, Sora and Paimon had been waiting anxiously there.
Paimon's eyes caught Violet's miserable appearance, and suddenly, a cry of shock and worry came out of her mouth involuntarily: "Villet, you...how did you become such a miserable state!"
Paimon's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked at Villette's pale face, disheveled clothes, and exhausted demeanor, and her heart was filled with worry.
In her memory, Villette had always been strong and calm, and she had never seen him in such a miserable state.
Sora's eyes were also filled with deep worry and uneasiness, like the gloomy sky before a storm.
Sora came to Violet's side and gently supported him, his eyes filled with concern. He carefully examined Violet's body, secretly surprised. He could sense the frailty emanating from Violet, knowing that he must have been through something extremely difficult.
Villette endured the waves of excruciating pain that surged through her body like a tide, and she tried her best to hold up her remaining spirit. She forced a smile and looked at the two of them and said, "It's okay, just a little injury, nothing serious. What are your plans next?"
After listening to what Villette said, Kong thought for a while, then said: "I have a friend who is also in Fontaine. I want to see if I can find him in Fontaine during this period. If we still can't find him after a month, we two plan to go to Nata first." There was a hint of expectation in his words, mixed with a little helplessness, like a candlelight swaying in the wind.