Chapter 1876: Chapter 1876: Bald Chicken
The Raven God’s form moved with lightning speed, as if numerous ravens surrounded Li Yao in a welcoming embrace, sharp claws creating a forceful Qi Blade enveloping Li Yao from all directions.
Yet Li Yao remained completely still, as if he had lost the ability to move, simply floating quietly. The Black Dragon Queen also ceased to fly, temporarily unharmed under the cover of Dark Tendrils.
The contrast of their stillness and movement was particularly eerie, leaving them puzzled as to why Li Yao was not moving, instead continuously under attack.
With the Raven God’s attack, a torrent of lightning continued to descend.
The tendrils formed by Dark Tendrils were endless, shattering continuously under the assault.
But the Dark Tendrils’ tendrils persistently entangled the Raven God’s body. Even if the Raven God flew with teleportation-like speed, tearing countless tendrils, those shattered tendrils still clung to his body.
Despite severing countless Dark Tendrils, the pervasive black smoke continued to infiltrate.
They slithered into the Raven God’s body like smoke strands, and even his Divine Shield proved useless.
These smoke tendrils seemed to be part of his body, the Divine Shield did not reject them in the slightest.
The furious attack lasted a full minute, leaving the powerful astonished, the audience’s blood boiling; they finally witnessed the might of a Demigod.
With a casual spell, a Demigod could alter celestial phenomena—summon wind and rain, lightning and thunder, with vast range and astonishing damage. They moved unpredictably and left no trace.
At normal playback speed, only fleeting afterimages could be seen, unable to discern who the Raven God was.
Only by slowing down to dozens of times could the Raven God’s lightning-fast trajectory and movement be seen, surpassing the speed of sound—clean, decisive, and extremely graceful.
Of course, they also saw the smoke-like tendrils of darkness rooting into the Raven God’s body, making their hair stand on end.
System statistics: Raven God’s marvelous attack frequency: 139 times.
Seeing this statistic on the live broadcast, everyone felt their scalps tingling.
This was not a casual hundred-plus scratches. Each attack brought multiple claw strikes, and those that missed the Dark Tendrils flew thousands of yards, shattering the ground like fragile tofu.
Even rune-reinforced city walls proved vulnerable, sliced like lasers, with strike distance reaching tens of thousands of yards.
Aerial shots showed the Raven God’s continuous afterimages, endless claw shadows descending, scattering claw energy far and wide.
This fractured Dream Space seemed on the verge of collapse, like a cataclysmic upheaval ready to implode at any moment.
If this were in the real world, both enmity soldiers would suffer countless deaths and injuries; even world-level chiefs struck would be severely wounded.
Moreover, the claw energy was too fast, beyond the response scope of world-level chiefs.
The comparison of scenes and data statistics left live-stream viewers stunned. Yet, they didn’t grasp the severity, as many hadn’t personally experienced the gameplay, failing to understand its concept—even imagining provided little depth.
But the Ancient Gods Players were utterly shocked. Li Yao’s strength left many in fear; five strikes per second was their major concern.
Of course, they didn’t know Li Yao could strike ten times per second even without boosting effects.
Yet what was the concept of the Raven God—nearly 140 strikes per second, potentially one-shotting world-level chiefs? Such terror was indescribable.
Even agile rogues prided on two strikes per second; with minimal swing, four or five were possible, but lacked power, rendering attacks ineffective.
Among top rogues with system completion beyond 90% and full impact ratings, only three strikes per second were feasible.
Supporting the strongest state and going berserk could barely reach five strikes per second, yet this explosion was short-lived, not sustainable.
Meanwhile, with nearly 140 effective attacks per second was terrifying enough—the Raven God’s average speed while attacking Li Yao was 420 meters per second.
Such terror defied imagination, not a straight flight but attacking while orbiting Li Yao—a true marvel.
Mortals couldn’t achieve it, transcendence seemed far-reaching.
In this moment, Ancient Gods Players watching the live stream first experienced the disparity between the divine and human.
After all, talks of divine nature, grid, power, and fire meant little to players; boasting provided no profound understanding.
Yet, after the shock came horror, realizing the ravaging attack still left Li Yao unmoved, unharmed.
Granted Li Yao was also a deity, it was still shocking, for Li Yao was a player as well, leaving countless challengers defeated.
Uncomprehending spectators jokingly teased.
Floods of comments remarked, “Let him be strong, a gentle breeze brushes the hills; let him be domineering, the bright moon illuminates the river.”
Struggling to express the scene’s impact, they grasped the depths of profound silence within grand musical notes.
“Enough! Annoying fly, isn’t it done yet?”
Boom!
Endless black mist surged, with Li Yao towering like a giant, dying half the sky a deep blue.
The Raven God was struck as if by thunder, letting out an unwilling roar, body shaking and recoiling.
“Ant, how dare you insult me! Without the Ancient God’s restraint on darkness and corrosion, you’d be dead a thousand times.”
Rumble…
Endless thunder descended, trapping the embarrassed Raven God. He barely unfolded his wings without falling but his body shimmered in mountain blue hues.
Li Yao sneered, “Ridiculous, claiming I’m an ant—now who’s truly the ant? The taste of a thousand insects gnawing your heart isn’t pleasant. Allow me to aid their rapid corrosion.”
Li Yao suddenly surged again, tendrils formed by black mist boiled.
Ah ah ah!
The Raven God’s body was devoured by countless Dark Tendrils, consuming his vitality, monstrous eggs hatching. These insects not only consume life force but also flesh, letting the Raven God taste the torment of countless bugs feasting from within.
With the Raven God’s cries, countless feathers shattered.
With feathers breaking, the spectators understood Li Yao’s meaning—countless struggling Dark Tendrils and frightening insects sprayed out.
In an instant, the Raven God was dyed red, his body covered in wounds.
“Bald chicken, useless. Without much self-mutilation, how many tendrils and insects did you force out? Barely a third, laughable. Before I even made a move, you’re already faltering,” Li Yao mocked.