Chapter 570: The Wolf God’s Choice

Knowing that the longer this dragged on, the worse it would be for him, Donald realized that the Bottomless Abyss was the domain of the demon gods and demon lords. The longer he stayed in this realm, the greater the risks.
So, the next time he teleported not far behind Yenogu, taking advantage of the moment when the teleportation glow hadn’t stabilized yet, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, ready to use his Great Prophecy Spell. “I hope those who manipulate space will be rejected by the power of space itself!”
As soon as he spoke, an invisible force of rules enveloped the incarnation of the Wolf God.
Yenogu tried to use his teleportation ability again but found he couldn’t detect any spatial fluctuations. Not only could he not use his advanced teleportation spells, but he couldn’t even cast basic portal spells. After all, as a demon lord, his spatial teleportation ability was one of his strongest talents.
“Damn it—”
Unable to summon even a trace of spatial power, Yenogu panicked greatly, his face filled with terror. Without hesitation, he started running at full speed.
In the Abyss, as its lord, Yenogu could use his flying ability anywhere, but even with the power of the Abyssal Realm, his flying speed still couldn’t compare to that of a godly warrior.
Thus, deprived of his spatial teleportation ability, he immediately chose to run on foot instead of foolishly trying to fly.
His opponent was clearly a true god skilled in magic, while he himself wasn’t a demon lord with natural flying abilities. In a race of speeds, he would surely be left far behind!
Seeing the Wolf God forced to abandon teleportation and flee on foot, Donald smiled lightly. Without exerting much effort, he covered several kilometers in an instant, appearing hundreds of miles behind Yenogu. He then gradually closed the distance between them.
Yenogu, who was desperately fleeing, kept checking behind him. Especially as he felt the distance between him and his pursuer shrinking, he wished he had more legs to escape this tense situation.
But Yenogu, who didn’t have any special talents in speed, had already exhausted all his options. Still unable to escape his enemy, he could only helplessly let the true god’s incarnation get closer, to within a few thousand feet.

Such a distance was already within his attack range; with just one strike, he could firmly lock onto and easily hit the enemy. Thus, Donald, worried about potential complications, stopped closing in any further and simply swung his whip.

Feeling the opponent’s movement behind him, Yenogu was terrified—he had seen clearly what happened to the Spider Queen’s incarnation before. Compared to the powerful lower-divinity incarnation of the Spider Queen, how could his own semi-divine incarnation withstand such terrifying and bizarre whips?

In fact, not to mention an incarnation, even Yenogu’s true divine form might not be able to resist the Order’s Edge of the Order’s Whip. Of course, this was also because Yenogu here was merely a semi-divine incarnation without any powerful defensive artifacts.

At this life-or-death moment, even the usually ruthless Yenogu hesitated no longer. He immediately placed his signature weapon, the Three-Headed Flail, behind him and channeled all his divine power to withstand this attack.

This strike, even though it was delivered hastily as Donald pursued the enemy, was still extremely difficult to defend against.

Suddenly, a square wooden whip appeared behind the God of Werewolves. Thanks to the barrier of the Three-Headed Flail, it did not strike Yenogu directly.

The divine lights collided without producing any sound—or if there was a sound, it was too intense for ordinary flesh to hear, spreading through higher-level forces. However, the shockwaves of the colliding laws spread from where the two artifacts met.

Yenogu’s incarnation was immediately damaged by these shockwaves, with golden-red divine blood flowing from all seven orifices. His only true artifact was struck by the Order’s Whip, which specifically countered divine laws. The shock from the collision nearly shattered its power, reducing it to a lower-tier artifact.

Compared to a true god, although artifacts are somewhat more durable, their powers of authority and divinity are much weaker, especially since there is a significant rank difference between the Order’s Whip and the Three-Headed Flail.

Just then, a pale white expanse suddenly appeared ahead. Seeing this, Yenogu was overjoyed. Taking advantage of the rebound force from the collision of the two artifacts, the God of Werewolves screamed, used his hind legs to propel himself forward, and plunged into the white area with the Three-Headed Flail.

Following closely behind, Donald, who also wielded the whip of order, arrived at that white area. With his keen eyesight, he could easily see that this place was actually the edge of this desolate plane—right ahead was the zone where it intersected with other planes. Crossing here would lead to another abyssal plane.

The structure of the abyss resembled twisted vortices made up of irregular beads. Aside from the top layer and the unknown depths below, every abyssal plane inevitably had natural connection zones with the planes above, below, or surrounding it, forming a vast network of planes. This was why the abyssal planes were called the Endless Abyss and why they had countless layers.

Stretching out his hand, he took a bit of the energy from that white area, analyzed it briefly, and immediately guessed what kind of realm lay across from him.

“So that spatial rift is near the White Kingdom of the King of Ghouls. That makes sense—this way, it can reassure Yenogu without arousing the Spider Queen’s suspicion. It’s indeed a good choice!”

There weren’t many, but there were enough planes in the abyss dominated by negative energy and the laws of death. For example, the 9th Layer of Bone Wasteland, which Donald had visited before, was one of the weaker ones.

However, as far as Donald knew, there was only one plane connected to Yenogu: the White Kingdom of the 421st Layer of the Abyss, ruled by the King of Ghouls, Dorison.

To enter or to leave—these were the two choices Donald faced now.

But after not thinking for long, he decided to enter right away.

Firstly, the King of Ghouls was merely a newly risen demon lord at the divine level. Moreover, all beings of the undead lineage were suppressed by the power of his own avatar of divine punishment, even more so than those demon creatures. This gave him a good chance of escaping unscathed.

Secondly, if he didn’t teach Yenogu a lesson this time, as long as the latter continued to hide in the abyss, he would likely have few chances of dealing with this God of Werewolves.

After all, the 422nd Layer of the Abyss was not like the shallow abyssal planes he had previously explored—Layer 8 of the Barbarian Demon Plane and Layer 9 of Bone Wasteland. Without special means, outsiders who wanted to enter the deeper layers of the abyss had to fight their way through from the shallows, passing through the territories of countless powerful demon lords, and even encountering abyssal kings like the Three Giants. In the eyes of these demon lords, an avatar of a true god was nothing but spiky fatty meat—something everyone wanted to devour.

So Donald decided to seize this opportunity right away.

Even if they fail to deal with Yenogu’s avatar, they must still leave coordinates in the White Kingdom plane on Layer 421. If they want to cause trouble to the God of Werewolves in the future, these coordinates will serve as a backdoor and shortcut within the domain of the King of Ghouls. As for why not leave the coordinates in this desolate plane now, it’s because such planes are subspace realms formed by the constant pressure and friction among the many planes of the Abyss. Compared to semi-planes, these desolate planes are even more unstable—topography can change drastically within a few years, or even disappear entirely after decades or centuries. “If I leave the plane coordinates here and they don’t disappear, the next time I use them to teleport here, who knows where in the Abyss I might end up!” After crossing that white area, Donald was met with intense negative energy and an aura of death and decay. He moved his avatar’s body slightly and realized that this place exerted even greater rejection and pressure on him than the Abyss planes he had encountered before. He also knew this was because the White Kingdom was the realm of the dead, while most of the powers held by his true god avatar were related to nature and life—naturally, he faced more rejection. Sensing the greatly weakened but still present power of the Light of Damnation, Donald immediately determined a direction and pursued after it. Crossing the boundary between two planes didn’t take much time from Donald. Such natural boundary zones were very stable, unlike those unstable passages blocked by plane barriers, which could easily lead one into spatial chaos. “Dorison—” When Donald reappeared behind Yenogu, the God of Werewolves panicked and shouted, “Hurry and help me…” Donald’s lower-tier god avatar chased it relentlessly, leaving it with no way to escape—either upward or downward—forcing it to flee in disarray. This God of Werewolves, who relied on bullying the weak, was truly terrified. A few seconds after Yenogu cried for help, Dorison, the Lord of the White Kingdom and King of Ghouls, appeared in front of Yenogu’s fleeing avatar. “Dorison—” The God of Werewolves, seeing his savior arrive, was overjoyed and rushed toward his servant. But then a sharp cracking sound caused Yenogu immense pain, his face turning ashen.

Just as it cried out, Donald had already unleashed the Whip of Order once again, instantly shattering the divinity from its beloved artifact, the Triple Flail. Without the power of its authority, and being of inferior material compared to high-tier artifacts, the Triple Flail could not stand against the Whip of Order, a mid-tier artifact made of superior material, and was instantly smashed to pieces. It collapsed into a pile of debris. “My artifact… You despicable wretch! Dorison, kill him now…” Yenogu said in hatred. Yet the King of Ghouls beside him did not immediately carry out his master’s order. Seeing Yenogu and his accomplices in trouble, Donald did not rush to attack. Instead, he stopped, holding the Whip of Order, and said calmly, “Dorison, do you intend to be my enemy?”