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Looking at Alan wrapped in the rising fog and fire, the past is vivid in my mind.

When I got the coordinates of Allen's position from the woman, Stark believed that fate was on his side. But when I think about the series of events that happened later, I feel like I am being thrown away by fate. It is definitely a good start to meet Hausen when I first arrived at the Heaven Star. It was a good opportunity to learn that Allen had gone to the Fort Flame.

But Tanglio also went there at that time. The Emperor could hide from anyone, but he could not hide from Stark of the same level. Moreover, there were other strong men under the Flame Fort at that time, except Tanglio, so Stark modified the plan and attacked Tanglio and temporarily let Allen go. With his character of planning and then taking it away, such changes were normal.

At that time, Stark didn't think there was anything wrong with this plan. He attacked Tanglio, helped Hausen ascended the throne, and then borrowed the power of the empire to eradicate Allen. In his opinion, this was the safest way. But if he knew about the events that happened later, Stark might have changed his previous style of conduct and ventured to attack Allen under the Fort Flame.

What happened afterwards made Stark lose the initiative bit by bit. Until now, Alan is still standing in front of him and is already on the same level as him, which forces him to believe in the power of fate.

That invisible power is abandoning him and choosing the brother he is in front of him.

This is something Stark cannot accept.

"I will correct it." Stark said in a voice he could hear.

The momentum surged.

A strong airflow emerged from Stark's feet, and then arcs of light appeared beside him. Each arc was a space crack. The breath escaping from it made people without doubting the energy contained in it. Allen thought that his opponent was attacking, but Stark took a breath, and one of the arcs flashed towards him and instantly penetrated into his body. A light flashed through Stark's eyes.

"I didn't expect that I had to open my arms for you, Alan. I originally thought things could be simpler, but you are indeed standing at the same height as me. I have to admit that you are a opponent worthy of my full strength." Another arc of light penetrated into Stark's body. His momentum increased again, and the people also fell to the ground and floated in the air. Stark opened his hand and waved to the arcs of light around him, and more arcs of light continued to penetrate into his body: "Zucao, the posture of the Dark King... You have given me too many surprises. But I don't like surprises, so today, I will kill you with all my strength. I am... the darling of fate!"

The whole space vibrates.

As if it was cut by an invisible blade, the space was cracked up and down around Stark's body, and four huge cracks that were more than ten meters long and about meters wide appeared. Looking into the crack, it was a colorful and bizarre subspace. The subspace that was free from the material world and the void was filled with the source power that was completely disordered and violent, and they had no attributes at all.

No, or the chaos and riots are the attributes of the source power of space. After these four huge space cracks opened, Stark took a deep breath and poured out from the cracks of space. A colorful source power surged out, and they were floating and turning in the air like beautiful ribbons. The front ends of these light silks sank into Stark's body.

With a dull sound, Stark's robe, armor, shoes and other external objects emitted rays of light from the inside. The fibers of these external objects were dissociating, and they flew up like hundreds of butterflies, and were wiped out by the tide of dissipating source force. After all the outer robes disappeared, Stark's body exposed to the air actually emitted a colorful light. He was like a shiny human-shaped light bulb, and even each hair was desperately emitting a strong light to the outside world.

Allen made a "huh" sound. In his perception, Stark had transformed into a pure energy form. After absorbing a large amount of space source power, he was like a space crack.

"Body of the Abyss..." Stark said. At this moment, his whole body had turned into a human-shaped light, with only his eyes still: "My body is a subspace, this is my armed force. It is also my...strongest posture!"

After saying that, his whole body flashed violently. When he appeared again, he had already reached Alan's eyes, as if space and distance were meaningless in Stark's eyes. His speed could no longer be described as fast, but was about the same as teleportation. Flashed in front of Alan, Stark punched out. The glowing fist passed through the fog fire, and Alan held up the Red King, but saw a mocking look flashing in Stark's eyes. Then the fist passed through the Red King and was heavily printed on Alan.

With the dull sound like thunder, Allen's feet were nailed into the ground, but he still slid backwards with the punch.

The dust is rising everywhere.

This retreated and he left half a meter.

When he stopped, bloodshots of fire flashed from the corner of Allen's mouth.

Stark shook his hand, and a few flames on his arm gradually disappeared.

"So that's it..." Allen wiped away the bloodshot from his mouth: "You transform yourself into an energy form, so the tangible objects can no longer harm you. But it seems that you cannot be immune to the impact from the source power. I'm curious, can you even be immune to them?"

He pointed to Stark.

Two White Emperor swords flew away, and they were still halfway through, and then they turned into two pale flame streams and shot straight.

Stark's figure flashed and appeared in mid-air.

Alan sneered, he had already answered with actions. Even though he transformed himself into a subspace energy body, Stark still dared not be injured by the White Emperor Sword projected by the intention. Alan thought, and the two White Emperor Swords suddenly exploded, turning into billions of star fireflies and roared away. In Stark's eyes, he seemed to see a scene of a supernova explosion. The roaring star fireflies spread throughout the space. He flashed several times in succession, but still penetrated some of the fluorescent lights. So the human-shaped bright light appeared in Stark.

He groaned, and the gap was filled with energy again. Stark raised his head, flickered his body, and kept rushing towards the sky. After a few flashes, he had already been suspended at a height of a hundred meters. Alan looked up at him, and the white firefly flying in the sky also flashed and floated. From a distance, he looked like a dandelion blown by the wind.

"What is the real power of space?" Stark stretched out his hand and said, "It's not a space crack, Allen."

His palms were closed and then slowly opened. Energy ribbons rose from his palms and rotated in the opposite direction. As the energy rotation speed between Stark's palms became faster and faster, and finally a black dot appeared in his palms.

"That's..." Allen narrowed his eyes.

The black dot expanded rapidly, and you can see that it generated a huge gravitational field, absorbing the energy scattered from Stark's palm. When it finally stabilized, there was a black light ball the size of a basketball on Stark's chest.

"The answer is, black hole!" Stark said: "This is the real power of space, Allen, although I don't know what your two swords are going on. But even light cannot escape from the black hole. Can your two swords do it?"

He raised his hand and threw the black light ball down. The black ball faced the white fireflies flying all over the sky. Countless white fireflies seemed to be pulled by invisible hands, floating towards the black light ball, constantly sucking into the small artificial black hole of Stark.

Stark sneered and his body flashed.

Alan was not even in a state of reaction. He had already punched his cheek and was flew away by Stark, who appeared beside him. He flew back a hundred meters back and inserted the Red King into the ground in the air before stopping himself. But when he raised his head, there was no SDAK ​​in front of him. Then a violent impact appeared behind him. Alan couldn't help but bounced into the air, but Stark flashed behind him, bent his knees and pushed him away.

Stark laughed a long time, and his figure flashed again, appearing above Allen's head. He raised his foot high and smashed Allen down with a spiral kick. In this way, Stark flashed one after another and attacked frequently, so fast that Allen couldn't react at all.

Another powerful punch.

Alan flew back and was about to smash into a mountain bag, but his body suddenly stopped. It turned out that his neck was pinched by a hand with a strong light. The sudden pause made Alan's body look a little injured. Stark's eyes were full of smiles: "It's over."

A strong light lit up in his palm, and a violent ball of energy was full and was about to vomit.

"Really?" Allen suddenly looked down at Stark. In the raised crystal on his eyebrows, the vertical lines in the center suddenly lit up a vermilion fire. The flame instantly filled the crystal. Stark subconsciously turned his face, and a blazing red light shot out from the crystal, brushing through Stark's cheek and moving away in an instant.

I saw a ray of intermittent red light appearing on the ground. One end of the light was at the crystal stone in the center of Allen's eyebrows, and the other end fell to the ground more than ten kilometers away.

A fireball suddenly rose, and the light in the entire space became extremely dim, and the full and strong red color of the fireball became the only color in the world.

Then there was an earth-shaking explosion.

When Stark turned around, a thick cloud of umbrellas was slowly rising on the distant land!

"This is..." Stark turned back in surprise.

Alan's voice came from the fog fire: "Don't you want to see my original ancestor Blade? This is my original ancestor Blade, Destruction Gaze!"

Destruction Gaze, the killer move in the Dark King's posture, and the sky flame beam blasted out of the diamond crystal, triggered chain damage from the atomic level of things they came into contact. Even Stark's current energy form cannot be immune to the damage brought by Destruction Gaze. This ability can be regarded as a promotional version of the Destruction Seed, but its power is greater and the conditions for activation are not as complicated as the Destruction Seed.

"Is this the original ancestral blade?" Stark said in a lost voice: "I have seen such an original ancestral blade in the end!"

In the universe, there are much fewer top-level strong men who choose the ancestral route than dominators, but Stark has also seen so many. But their original ancestral blades are all weapons of some kind, unlike Alan's original ancestral blades, which are actually a bulging crystal on their foreheads.

Allen said calmly: "Your armed is rare, too."

A red light lit up in the fog fire, and Stark could already feel a little shocking heat appearing on his face. He did not dare to neglect, his body flashed, and let go of Allen and went straight into the air more than ten meters.

At his feet, another beam of light flashed, which went off and 1,000 meters, creating another terrifying explosion.

Forced to drive Stark, Alan inserted the Red King to the ground. In this state, the Red King's role was extremely limited. He took out the demonic praise from behind his waist. He gently stroked the blade with one hand and wiped it forward. Alan's palm had a long sword surrounded by black flames.

A hymn of death.

Alan opened his palm and pressed the blade lightly, constantly pouring the source of the sky fire into the black blade of Death, so the flames scattered around the black blade quickly turned from black to red. When Alan's palm left the long sword, the Death Hymn had a layer of power of the sky fire in addition to its decaying power. Alan swept the blade at will, and the Death Hymn made a turning point in the air. He narrowed his eyes, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank, and Alan had already shot towards Stark in the air like a shell.

Stark spread his hands, and ripples appeared in the space behind him. The ripples intersected with each other, and spots of different sizes appeared. The next moment, hundreds of beams of light burst out from the circular spots, whistling in the air, falling towards Allen like a kaleidoscope.

Those were naturally not ordinary beams, but space cracks. As long as they were rubbed, any matter would be annihilated in an instant. Alan snorted coldly, and the long black blade in his hand slashed out, slashing on a beam of light shot towards him. The color of the beam quickly dimmed, and its energy disappeared, and it became invisible in the air, which made Stark stunned again.

The hymn of death itself has the power to lead the demise of all things, and neither matter nor energy can be exempted. Moreover, Alan also superimposed the power of the heavenly fire source on the chorus. The power of the heavenly fire alone is enough to neutralize the cracks in the space and smooth the cracks. With the addition of the two, it is normal to kill the beam with one knife. However, Alan only has one knife in his hand, while the beam of Stark is as large as hundreds.

In the brilliant and colorful rain of light, beams of light kept falling on Alan's fog fire, which still fell on his body after being weakened by the fog fire. Even with the strong body strength of the Dark King, it could not be immune to the destructive power of the space cracks, and soon Allen's body was covered in blood.

He is like a fish going upstream. No matter how fast the river water is, he must move forward!

Stark's eyes were solemn.

In that brilliant and gorgeous river of light, the fish finally jumped out of the river.

Allen had seen Stark's figure at a close distance.

Then he was separated from Stark by a suddenly opened space crack. Alan had no time to react and got into the space crack himself.

Go to the trap!

As the crack closed, Stark sneered. But the next moment, he couldn't laugh, and the space was twisting. It kept bulging and expanding like a balloon. Suddenly a red light swept across, and a series of crisp sounds of the cracks of the cracks in the cracks of the forced opening of the space. In the flames, Allen rushed out, and the hymn of death drew a full-shaped arc of knife, slashing directly at Stark's forehead.

Stark raised his hand and grabbed the black knife.

Alan sneered in the fog fire.

The hymn of death suddenly changed to sweep, and a black cloud swept across Stark's arm. The glowing arm immediately showed a very obvious black mark, wrapping Stark like a black snake. The black mark suddenly shook, and Stark's arm jumped into the air and dissipated into the original source force in the air.

Allen fell to the ground, his eyes narrowed, and his eyes swept back and forth at Stark's neck. His meaning was obvious, but the next time, the Death Hymn would cut his neck. He had proved with practical actions that the Death Hymn could exactly hurt Stark in this form, and Stark was also very clear about his threat.

A loud shout came from the air.

The remaining half of Stark's arm suddenly exploded, but the fluorescent light of the source power did not dissipate, but gathered again and formed a band of light like a corona. Stark looked at the other arm again, and the arm expanded and deformed rapidly, and also turned into bands of light.

"Just as you see, in this posture, the previous form was meaningless to me, or even a bondage." Stark said indifferently: "I have said before that I am a subspace crack. So Alan, now you should understand why my posture is called the body of the abyss, right?"

When Allen thought of a possibility, Stark's hundreds of light belts formed by his arms had already swept and rolled up like whips, launching a intensive attack on Allen.

The hymn of death turned into a black ball of light in Allen's hand. The ball of light composed of the same dense sword light barely blocked Stark's attack, but it was really difficult to resist. During the battle, a light belt quietly wrapped around Allen's feet, and suddenly lifted up. Allen immediately turned into a head and feet, and the sword was suddenly in chaos.

The light belt took advantage of the chaos to entangle the hymns of death and Alan's hands and feet. They tightly snatched Alan's body like a venomous snake and then pulled it back.

Stark expands in Allen's eyes.

He could even see the unrestrained light spots in the human-shaped light. The next moment, Allen had thrown into Stark's body.

"I said that this body itself is a space crack, so you can fall into the abyss, until the depths of the subspace are more desperate than black holes." Stark narrowed his eyes, and the flying beam began to close, transformed into the shape of his arm, and then the light in his body began to dim.

He was withdrawing from the state of the body of the abyss. Once he completely withdrew, it would be like closing the space crack. Then Allen could only be gradually swallowed up by the crazy energy storm in the subspace. At that time, Stark would be able to obtain the inheritance of the blood path.

"This is the fate that should come to me." He said.

At this moment, his chest suddenly bulged, and a red light suddenly appeared from the top. The light was like a wound, spewing a thin red flame out of the wound.

Void Heaven Fire!

Stark's pupil dilated: "Impossible, how can you survive the space storm?"
Chapter completed!