Chapter 520: Mysterious Mist and Strange Beasts

“What should we do?”
Seeing that the powerful beings from the main continent had set off, the two demi-god totem gods had no choice but to follow. The Warhammer God, one of Lord Baishan’s subordinates, asked his companion, the Red River God.
The Red River God was Lord Baishan’s most trusted assistant and advisor. Not only was he extremely powerful but also highly strategic and wise, making him the top candidate among all the demi-god totem gods on the Totem Continent to be promoted to a lower-tier totem god next.
The Warhammer God, on the other hand, was more skilled in combat and usually acted as a fierce warrior or enforcer. Therefore, important decisions were generally left to the Red River God’s judgment.
“What should we do? Of course, it depends on luck. You know very well that person is an ally of Lord Baishan! Before he arrived, he already instructed us to follow their lead. With his wisdom, there must be a reason for this—we should just do as he says!”
Behind the group, the Red River God silently communicated with the Warhammer God, his expression unchanged.
“Are we just to wander around at random, letting these newcomers from another continent lead the way? When will we find a divine tomb? Maybe this chance to enter the Ruins of Oblivion will be wasted!”
As demi-god totem gods who had reached the pinnacle of strength in their respective fields, they were all proud by nature. Even though their superior gods had warned them about the overwhelming power of the main continent’s divine beings, their innate sense of superiority still made them act as if they were superior.
The Warhammer God was the most dissatisfied. In his opinion, they, with their experience in entering such places, should be in charge.
The Red River God quietly reassured his companion, “Don’t show your emotions. After all, they are the lord’s guests. Even if it’s a wasted trip, we have to accept it!”
Unaware of the thoughts of the two subordinates of Lord Baishan behind them, Donald flew toward the place where the divine aura sensed strongest through the projection of the Book of Truth. Due to the rules of the Ruins of Oblivion, they, as demi-gods and legendary warriors, could only move at the speed of a bronze mage using basic flight spells—far slower than usual, almost like an old ox pulling a cart!
Everyone present found it difficult to adjust, especially those demi-god warriors, whose strength was also suppressed to the level of legends, leaving them feeling uneasy.

Among the many things in the ruins of oblivion, aside from the various-sized “meteorites” floating in space, are the ever-changing mists. These mists themselves pose no danger to living beings—at least Donald hadn’t detected any abnormalities. However, they strongly hindered all kinds of detection spells and supernatural vision abilities; even Donald’s divine vision could only see up to a mile within the mist.

If it weren’t for the detection from the projection of the Book of Truth, they would have long lost their way and been left adrift in this world.

Even the most learned of gods found it difficult to determine the composition of these mists. Even when Donald analyzed them using the projection of a high-grade divine artifact, he could only determine that they contained fine dust formed from divine substances burned by intense energy, along with a mixture of earth and water elements. The rest of their components remained unknown.

“It’s a shame the Book of Truth itself isn’t here; otherwise, we could definitely analyze the environment here!”

Donald always felt that this world of the ruins of oblivion was not merely a graveyard formed by the fall of gods and demons. He had only a premonition, but no evidence to prove it, nor could he uncover its origin.

Ahead, a mist was slowly moving toward them. They had encountered this situation several times already. Each time, they remained vigilant, but nothing unusual happened.

So, aside from a few, the rest of them grew somewhat relaxed and began talking to each other while maintaining only basic alertness.

“Be careful!”

Just as they reached the center of the mist, Donald, who was the most sensitive to external conditions and dangers, suddenly shouted. There wasn’t much air in this world, but the voice emitted by a god wasn’t just transmitted through sound—it also carried the power to shake souls. This ensured that all members of their group heard the warning. Even the strange environment here didn’t diminish the effectiveness of Donald’s shout.

In the blink of an eye, as soon as Donald gave the warning, several thin red threads emerged from the mist and immediately attacked Donald, who was at the forefront, as well as Uther, the Angel of Holy Light on the left flank, and Amps, the Abyssal Demon Forger.

Their group of ten always had Donald leading the way, with four demigods on either side, three legends in the middle, and two totem gods at the back.

This was Donald and his companions deliberately taking care of those at the legendary level—after all, even if demi-gods were suppressed in terms of strength, their natural physical fitness and talents still made them far stronger than those at the legendary level. As he issued the warning, Donald already activated a divine force shield, ready to see what was attacking them. To his great surprise, those dozens of thin red threads passed through the divine force shield without any hindrance and attached themselves to it, forming patterns resembling capillaries. In just a few breaths, the shield shattered like a glass window hit by an explosion and vanished instantly. Donald watched the entire process clearly and got a close look at the attackers’ appearance. Those so-called red threads turned out to be tiny insects no larger than the tip of a needle, resembling a miniature version of a beetle, with a pair of sharp mandibles on their heads. By vibrating these mandibles, they generated a regular force that emitted red light, moving at such high speed that it appeared as red lines. The most troublesome part wasn’t the insects themselves but the regular force produced by their mandible vibrations, which could even devour other regular forces. Since divine power itself was also a form of regular force, his divine force shield not only failed to block the attacks of these strange insects but also became their food! However, Donald was merely surprised and not overly panicked. If the divine force shield didn’t work, he could simply try another method. Within just one breath, Donald unleashed over a dozen different types of attacks. He found that attacks in the forms of lightning, fire, or ice had little effect on these insects, at most causing slight hindrance before they were quickly overcome. Force field and sound wave attacks were slightly more effective but still couldn’t injure the insects. Finally, realizing that the enemies seemed to feed on divine and regular forces, Donald simply took out two true divine artifacts—The Gate of Indeterminacy and The Fury of Nature—and held one in each hand, gently colliding them together. With a clang, a shockwave caused by the collision of regular forces spread out. As he had anticipated, the insects immediately became disoriented and lost their ability to move after encountering this shockwave, no longer forming red lines, seemingly in a coma.

But figuring out how to deal with these insects became a problem. In the past, when facing powerful enemies, Donald would send them to the Kingdom of Truth, a mighty divine realm, to be imprisoned there. However, sending these insects that fed on the power of rules into a realm filled with rules was like locking rats in a grain store or bandits in a bank. Moreover, he was currently just an incarnation, and the Book of Truth in his hands was merely a projection; this place was isolated from the main world, making it impossible to activate a divine realm. As for using divine artifacts to trap these insects, the thought of using artifacts that, despite being powerful, were still formed from the power of rules made Donald abandon this idea immediately. He turned his attention back to the two semi-divine warriors. Although they had relaxed their vigilance a bit earlier, they still reacted immediately upon being attacked, unleashing their protective abilities without hesitation. Uther immediately activated his sacred shield, obtained after ascending to semi-divine status and gaining access to the core source of holy light. Donald initially thought that the red threads formed by these tiny insects would pass through just like his own divine shield, and he was about to warn Uther when he saw those red threads disperse upon hitting the sacred shield. The insects behind them also stopped attacking Uther and instead turned into red threads that circled around him to attack the others. Amps’s situation was a bit worse. Although he was also a semi-divine warrior with powerful demonic talents from the Abyssal Magic, giving him combat strength beyond that of ordinary semi-divine warriors, he did not possess the immortal traits granted by divine fire to true semi-divines. The near-immortal lives of these semi-divine demons came from the will of the Abyss, and they only had virtual divine powers similar to divine fire. Once away from the Abyss in other environments, although their lifespan could still be thousands or tens of thousands of years, they were not truly immortal, so they still had certain shortcomings. “What is this?” Although Amps immediately activated his signature ability, the Fire of Magic, to form a shield—flames composed of divine power, Abyssal chaos, and fire elements—this shield offered no threat or resistance to those eerie red threads. Fortunately, despite his massive size, he was very agile and managed to dodge them skillfully just as they were about to reach him. “Everyone, be careful! These insects can devour divinity, and no ability powered by the rules can affect them!”

As Donald spoke to give a warning, he struck the two artifacts in his hands again, creating ripples in the rules that scattered all the red threads within his line of sight.
“The others, enter the sacred shield! Uther, follow my orders!”
Realizing that these tiny insects posed no threat to Uther, Donald immediately led the others into the sacred shield and ordered Uther to act according to his instructions.
Uther obeyed his master’s words and promptly expanded the sacred shield, spreading it toward those red threads in the background.
By observing again, Donald quickly understood the weaknesses of these strange little insects.