Chapter 635: The Clash of Doomsday Mantras

Faced with the attack from the King of Undead, Donald retaliated without hesitation.
With the power of Nature’s Wrath, the Light of Damnation locked onto the two undead foes like meteors, followed by a bolt of divine thunder and a series of natural spells.
After the bombardment of divine thunder and natural spells, imbued with the forces of nature and purification, even the formidable bodies of these two god-tier undead were damaged, and their surrounding fields of power were shattered. Yet it seemed only disheveled on the surface; in reality, their strength was not greatly affected.
“Rot in death!”
At that moment, the King of Undead struck again, unleashing his own field of corruption, while his vengeful king also swung its claws at Donald.
“Perfect timing!”
Without delay, Donald waved his hand, summoning a dark golden statue that instantly grew into a massive puppet with nine heads and eighteen arms, standing over twenty feet tall.
Of the nine heads on this puppet, aside from the central one with a blank face and closed eyes, the others displayed various expressions—compassion, anger, joy, sorrow—each with distinct facial features. The entire puppet resembled that of a true god, yet its aura differed significantly from that of ordinary gods.
The emergence of the Destroyer’s Golden Form instantly reversed the battlefield’s dynamics.
The powerful field of destruction, surpassing that of ordinary mid-tier gods, absorbed Oscar’s field of similar magnitude. The field of corruption, containing the laws of death, decay, and negative energy, clashed with the field generated by the law of destruction itself, which sought to annihilate everything. It immediately lost its advantage over ordinary godly beings.
This reminded Oscar of his old rival, Eustachius. However, the Destroyer’s King’s field of destruction also carried elements of madness and chaos, whereas the field emitted by the being before him, though much weaker, appeared purer.
Oscar, having taken over the body of the Werewolf King and absorbed its power, had reached the strength of a mid-tier god. Donald knew this was far beyond what he could withstand with just a demi-god form, so he quickly unleashed his first trump card: the Destroyer’s Golden Form.
As these two mid-tier gods clashed, Donald’s Hunter of Demons form faced off against the Vengeful King, who, though lacking the support of his domain, still possessed the strength of a newly ascended god.

Dorison’s appearance resembled that of a distinguished noble butler. Aside from his withered body, he didn’t resemble an ordinary ghoul at all—his movements were graceful and polite, giving the illusion that he should have transformed into a noble vampire rather than an ugly ghoul.
However, underestimating such an opponent would be foolish and put oneself in danger!
He possessed claws as sharp as divine weapons. The King of Ghouls’ terrifying attacks were like those of the most elegant assassins—each strike was magnificent yet deadly in its grace.
Yet Donald, wielding a primordial divine weapon of the highest tier like Natural Fury, was also a figure the King of Ghouls feared. The power of the natural realm, brimming with endless vitality, was the force that most effectively countered undead beings, even surpassing the power of fire elements.
After all, undead beings were products that defied natural order, existing outside the cycle of nature.
Having been targeted by the Light of Damnation and affected by the explosion of the Thunder of Damnation, Dorison had already felt intense pain arising from his soul’s fire—a pain no less severe than that caused by holy light.
So despite believing he had an advantage over his semi-divine opponent, Dorison dared not let that divine spear strike him, which added caution to his combat.
As time passed, Oscar, who was in battle, sensed an increasing pressure from the surrounding space, though it was not yet obvious but was real.
Donald hadn’t sealed the natural dimensional passage between Layer 422 and Layer 421 because he had an advantage akin to being at home here.
Although Donald’s strength wouldn’t increase like that of the new demon lord Amps, after Amps left his mark on him, he was no longer subject to the rules of that layer’s abyss. His opponent, on the other hand, did not enjoy such an advantage and was instead subjected to targeted suppression by the dimensional rules.
After fighting against the Destroyer’s Golden Body for some time, Oscar keenly realized he was at a disadvantage—having lost most of his strength and his original divine weapon. Though he hadn’t shown signs of defeat, fighting bare-handed against an entity equivalent to a powerful mid-tier divine weapon, armed with multiple true divine weapons and sub-divine weapons, he was at a serious disadvantage.
Seeing this situation, Oscar immediately decided to resort to his ultimate trump card.

They saw Oscar’s incarnation, occupying the body of the Werewolf King transformed into an undead, use domain collision to temporarily repel the Destroyer Statue, creating some distance between them, before shouting at the King of Ghouls under his command. “Finish this trouble quickly. Then go and capture that demon trying to seize my realm…” As he spoke, Oscar uttered a word in a tone both cruel and solemn, one that did not exist in the language of any race in the multiverse, directed at the Destroyer Statue. Seeing Oscar’s initial move, Donald knew the King of Undead was about to unleash his ultimate ability, so he too unleashed the power of Natural Fury, temporarily pushing back Dorison. At the same time, he solemnly uttered a word similar yet different toward where Oscar’s incarnation was. The moment these two syllables were spoken, they each transformed into a destructive force akin to an apocalypse. When these two homogenous forces collided, most of their power instantly canceled each other out. However, since their users had slightly different approaches to controlling this power, a small amount of it still escaped. Amidst this silent explosion, even an undead incarnation of a mid-tier god like Oscar could see nothing. Once all beings could see their surroundings again, they realized that just that tiny leakage of power had destroyed thousands of feet of ground, resembling the aftermath of a small nuclear explosion. The spatial structure was affected, with minor black lightning-like spatial cracks appearing from time to time. “How is this possible? How can you master the Apocalypse Mantra I created?” After the intense and violent energy storm, Oscar’s undead incarnation, battered by the destructive force, pointed at his opponent in disbelief. But before he could finish speaking, he understood the reason behind his question. “So it’s you, the vile thief who destroyed my incarnation and stole my Book of Apocalypse…” Only by obtaining the Book of Apocalypse, which contained the apocalypse runes, could one master the power of the Apocalypse Mantra it created. Learning the truth, the King of Undead was both enraged and delighted. He had planned to pursue this thief after successfully obtaining the power of the 422nd layer, but never expected the thief to come to him on his own!