Chapter 661: Cutting Through Dimensions

As soon as Donald took action, he employed the Great Destiny Art, powered by the projection force of the Book of Fate. This was a force several orders of magnitude more powerful than the Great Prophecy Art and the Great Law Art.
It should be noted that the domain of fate is one of the most powerful divine domains, capable of reaching the level of a Supreme God. It involves the use of fundamental laws such as time, which are among the supreme laws derived from these fundamental principles.
Fate arises from time; in other words, fate is what happens as time passes.
The function of the Great Destiny Art is to trace a target’s past experiences and temporarily alter their fate, causing various negative effects. Once killed as a result, even if fate returns to normal, it cannot reverse the fact that they have perished.
Thus, even higher gods cannot escape the power of fate unless they can withstand its effects or are true gods skilled in the domain of fate.
As the Great Destiny Art was activated, Donald’s eyes also began to replay Oscar’s life experiences.
However, the longer the fate was traced back, the greater the pressure on the caster—especially when dealing with a powerful demon that had existed for countless years as the King of the Immortals.
So Donald only traced back a few hundred years, to before this avatar was created, and severed its fate node, ensuring it was never created in the first place. This caused all of Oscar’s avatar’s powers to fade instantly. Within moments, it would likely disappear completely.
“Act now!” Donald shouted urgently.
Oscar was once as powerful as a demon monarch. Even after only a few hundred years of fate being traced back, he was already struggling to hold on. Not only was his divine power burning rapidly, but even his powerful avatar, far beyond what ordinary lower gods could create, showed signs of collapse.
Therefore, this avatar had to be eliminated quickly. Otherwise, once Donald removed the effects of the Great Destiny Art and fate returned to normal, the vanished avatar would reappear, rendering all efforts in vain!
Prompted by Donald, Loki acted instantly. First, he used a secret technique to impose layers of restrictions around Oscar’s body, then grabbed him by the chest and extracted his radiant divine core.
After sealing the divine core, since this avatar of the King of the Immortals was still under restraint, it did not collapse despite losing its core.

It was only then that Donald released the power of the Great Destiny Art. His face turned extremely pale, but he sighed in relief. You see, a capability on such a level as the Great Destiny Art wasn’t just about dealing with one avatar—it also indirectly affected Oscar’s true form through the connection between the avatar and the original body. Although he didn’t completely kill the King of the Undead this time, the destruction of his avatar had a tremendous impact on Oscar, whose strength had yet to recover. As an immortal demon, Oscar was hard to kill completely, especially since he had hidden countless avatars and manifestations in the hidden corners of the multiverse. Even the five supreme deities from before hadn’t succeeded in doing so, let alone Donald, who had just been promoted to a lower deity not long ago. But next time he faced the King of the Undead, with the powerful artifact, the Book of Fate, Donald could use the Great Destiny Art to weaken part of Oscar’s fundamental power, reducing his strength with each resurrection. Over time, it might even be possible to truly destroy Oscar as an existence. By then, even if a similar being emerged from the evil forces of the multiverse, it wouldn’t be Oscar, the King of the Undead, that demon monarch—so it wouldn’t matter to Donald anymore! After Donald unleashed such a powerful and eerie force with the Great Destiny Art, causing the destruction of the King of the Undead’s avatar, everyone’s gaze toward him changed. Even Kapiri, the Multi-Eyed Tyrant, an ancient demon monarch who had existed for countless ages, opened his most powerful eye, his gaze filled with a hint of surprise. “Great Lord Kapiri, do you still intend to continue fighting?” Donald, whose divine energy had been exhausted and whose face had only regained its color after receiving a surge of strength from hell after destroying Oscar’s avatar, said to the Multi-Eyed Tyrant with a smirk. Having endured countless ages, Kapiri naturally wouldn’t blush over such a minor embarrassment. He emitted a deep mental signal and said, “To be able to fight against the Will of the Abyss at the level of a lower deity and even outmaneuver it—I must admire you, Lord Donald!” Then, the Multi-Eyed Tyrant changed his tone and said, “The power of the Abyss far exceeds what the outside world can imagine. Moreover, as an indispensable part of the multiverse, it’s difficult to eradicate completely, so you must be careful!” With that, the progenitor of the eye demons began to fade away, eventually disappearing from the realm of hell.

Hearing the reminder from the Multi-Eyed Tyrant, it was clear that the Abyss held even deeper secrets. As a monarch of ancient demons, Kapiiri surely wouldn’t be so foolish as to joke around with him.

Donald suddenly thought of the ancient Storm Lord still lingering in the Hell dimension, as well as the remaining consciousness of Azar, the fallen angel of indulgence. Could he obtain some knowledge about the deeper secrets of the Abyss from their consciousnesses?

However, since the battle was essentially won, with only Thor still fighting bravely against the enraged lord Koshchechi, and with Loki, the supreme god, watching over the scene, there should be no problems.

Since victory had been achieved, why not take this opportunity to gain even greater benefits?

Acting on this thought, Donald informed Astymos and Loki before soaring toward the first layer of the Abyss with great momentum.

The two dimensions were only a few hundred kilometers apart, and such a short distance was almost instant for a true god like Donald to traverse.

As both were lower-tier dimensions, their rules were quite similar—this was one of the reasons why demons faced less suppression when entering Hell, and the same applied to devils entering the Abyss.

But since Donald belonged to the Hell faction, he began to feel greater rule-based suppression when he reached the edge of the Abyss dimension.

Yet, given Donald’s strength, this suppression meant little to him. He simply waved his hand, releasing a divine beam like a giant sword that swiftly sliced through the spatial structure of the Abyss Plain dimension, cutting out a vast area of millions of square kilometers as easily as cutting cake.

Faced with Donald’s terrifying power—whose even the mighty avatar of the King of the Undead had fallen—those demon lords in the first layer dared not show themselves. No one wanted to be the first to be killed.

Thus, Donald effortlessly tore off this piece of dimensional space from the Abyss Plain, brought it back to the edge of Hell, where it was quickly swallowed by the hungry Hell dimension and integrated into his own being.