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Arthas sneered, and the black mist around him turned into millions of sharp claws, tearing apart all the startled monsters and absorbing the power in their bodies.

"You think you can get your hands on fear?" Arthas's voice seemed to come from the abyss. His figure continued to expand in the black mist, and three pairs of bone wings covered with runes slowly spread out from behind him.

With a wave of his hand, the rules of the entire copy world began to distort, the ground cracked into an abyss, blood rained down from the sky, and those evil gods who tried to pass through the mirror were instantly burned by the power of the rules.

Yet the besiegers were not unprepared.

The evil god holding a bone staff suddenly took out his eyeball and threw it towards the mirror. The eyeball exploded in mid-air and turned into countless pitch-black chains, penetrating through space and heading straight for Athas.

Wherever the chain passed, space collapsed inch by inch, and even the rule barrier created by Arthas was easily torn apart.

Seeing this, the other strange gods took action. Some summoned poisonous fog that corroded everything, some controlled the army of skeletons, and some directly caused the collapse of space to completely annihilate the area where Arthas was.

Arthas's bone wings flapped violently, creating a hurricane that blew away the poisonous fog. At the same time, a ball of blue flame spewed out of his mouth, burning the skeleton army to ashes.

Faced with the collapse of space, He stretched out His bone claws and inserted them into the ground, forcibly stabilizing the copy world that was about to collapse.

At the same time, he sent a wisp of his spiritual consciousness to the lair where the Mother of Birth was. "Old friend, someone is coming. Are you ready for this feast?"

On the other side, in the nest of the Mother of Birth, spores suddenly grew wildly, wrapping the entire space into a huge cocoon.

He gently stroked the tangled roots on the ground and murmured softly, "It's finally here..." Before he finished speaking, a big hole was suddenly torn open in the space, and dozens of strange gods entered one after another.

They looked around vigilantly, but found that the nest was empty.

"Be careful!" A strange god who was good at perception suddenly shouted, but it was too late.

The roots on the ground sprang up like living things and entangled the first few strange gods.

The surface of those roots was covered with sharp thorns, and after piercing into the body of the strange god, they began to absorb power crazily.

At the same time, the cocoon that wrapped the space suddenly cracked into countless holes, and dense spores gushed out. Once they came into contact with the body of the strange god, they quickly took root and sprouted, devouring them.

"This nest is a trap!" The evil god holding the bone staff roared, waving the staff to cut off the entangled roots. "First, deal with this old thing, and then deal with the one with the power of fear!"

They no longer underestimated the enemy and used all their best tactics, causing earth-shaking energy fluctuations to erupt in the nest.

In the dungeon world, Arthas is fighting fiercely with the besieging evil gods.

One of his bony wings had been broken, but the madness in his eyes became more intense.

He suddenly abandoned his defense, and the black mist around him transformed into a giant nine-headed snake, each head emitting an energy beam containing the source of fear.

Wherever the light beam passed, huge black holes were corroded in the space. Several strange gods were unable to avoid it and were directly swallowed up.

"Fear is not a power, but a state of being." Artaxes' voice echoed across the battlefield. "When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss makes you part of it."

His body began to collapse, but the dissipating black mist continued to erode the surrounding evil gods.

He knew that as long as he could delay until the Mother of Birth dealt with the enemies over there, the situation would be completely reversed.