The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

Chapter 195 - 163: Let the Evil God Strike Out

Night City... the Evil God's shadow descended upon the entire dome.

Not only the Stars Hall, but the entire Night City was completely paralysed, a massive amount of circuits collapsed, cyborgs directly short-circuited and fell down, and even if there were people still conscious under this terrifying oppression, no one dared to raise their heads and look directly at it.

This was not just suppression of strength, but a kind of fear from the depths of the soul, as if facing an existence of a higher order, they were not qualified to look directly at its true form.

"This oppressive feeling, this fear... who exactly is it... whose projection has descended..."

More than a dozen strong figures stood in the hidden pathways, their eyes trembling slightly.

Sequence Path... the disparity between each level grew larger the further back you went, if someone said... Level Ten could defeat Level Nine, that was normal... that was only at the beginning of the Sequence Path, when the gap between everyone was not that big.

But as it went further back, the gaps between levels would increase exponentially, forming an insurmountable chasm.

These strong figures, hidden in the shadows, although they had the strength to initiate rituals and open pathways, possessing a strength that the entire Night City could not resist, they were absolutely unable to glimpse the slightest bit of this shadow, only from that breath-taking, suffocating fear of suppression, they could deduce... this shadow was certainly an existence of colossal proportions.

"Don't move."

"Don't act rashly!"

Their expressions were frightened, but they were also extremely cautious, at this point, they no longer cared about any assassination, they started to contact their Young Masters seriously, and solemnly warned, "Young Master, please do not carry out any disrespectful actions, do not harbour any hostility, we cannot resist this existence."

They must protect their Young Masters.

Three Young Masters also received the information, their expressions trembling.

They never expected such a situation to arise, and all combat activity had stopped at this moment.

Damn it...

What exactly is going on.

Young Master Youhai gripped his fist tightly, yet dared not move; as an abnormality... he was even more sensitive to this weird oppressive feeling, as if there was a sense of submission emanating from the heart.

Impossible.

It was a ruthless being too; the moment that feeling arose, it bit its tongue with its teeth, forcefully breaking that state of mind!

Being born to be a king! How could it submit to another existence... the Heaven's Chosen Son of the future was to step by step ascend to divinity, leaving behind the strongest, most shining trace in the epics! Impossible!

"It seems to be just an incarnation of strength, without will, as if subconsciously