The Ultimate Borer

Dark clouds rolled over the sky above the Demon Lord City. The wooden planks on the city wall and the wooden planks below the city stood facing each other. Two completely different and powerful auras collided with each other, and the air made a sharp explosion, as if the entire space was distorted in this invisible confrontation.

The black building suspended in the clouds began to tremble violently, and dark red slime seeped out of the cracks in the city walls, as if the earth was weeping blood in fear.

"The Demon Lord's plan is inevitable. Fang Mu, this battle is lost by you, Ultimate Time and Space!"

Mu Fang's wild laughter ripped through the sky, and a blinding dark golden light suddenly erupted from his body. Those lights moved like living things, outlining hideous demonic patterns in the air. A strange energy, mingled with the scent of sulfur and rotting flesh, gushed out of him.

In the blink of an eye, the aura surrounding Mu Fang's body actually split into twelve fluctuations of different attributes, which were exactly the power characteristics of the twelve time and space - he not only became the son of time and space in the new demon world, but also controlled the demon time and space that was powerful enough to devour all time and space.

Fang Mu's knuckles whitened as he gripped the Overlord World-Destroying Spear. He looked up at the seemingly harmless sun in the sky. The celestial body, which should have been radiating a warm glow, now had a strange gray hue, as if covered in a translucent, magical mist.

He sighed. At that moment, Demon Lord Diablo had completely merged with the Black Sun, transforming into the Heavenly Will of the Demonic Dimension. The moment the Demonic Realm became the thirteenth dimension, the entire sky was enveloped in an ominous purple-black halo, and all luck surged towards Mu Fang like a tide.

"Does it really have to come to this?"

Fang Mu muttered to himself, his pupils reflecting the ever-changing, eerie aura of Mu Fang. The ultimate termite form, rumored to be unacceptable to the heavens, had now reached its full form under the blessing of the demonic spacetime.

Mu Fang's skin began to crack, oozing dark purple liquid. Phantoms of twelve different time and space flashed in every crack, as if some kind of forbidden ritual was being performed.

"Fang Mu, tell me now, who is the real one between the two of us?"

Mu Fang's voice suddenly became sharp and distorted, and his once handsome face began to undergo a strange transformation. His features reshaped like a melting wax figure. His left eye turned the sacred gold that represented the twelve time zones, while his right eye was the blood-red of a demon from the demonic realm. His mouth split open to his ears, revealing twelve rows of gleaming fangs.

Following a creepy laugh, countless voices that sounded like those of both men and women, old and young, burst out from Mu Fang's body.

The ground of Demon Lord City suddenly cracked into countless cracks, and thousands of monsters crawled out from the ground. Their eyes were empty and they mechanically rushed towards Mu Fang.

"Practice for me!"

Mu Fang raised his left hand, and a blood-red beam of light, a hundred meters in diameter, shot up into the sky. Wherever the beam passed, the air instantly evaporated, emitting a piercing whistle.

The powerful suction force was like a black hole, sucking the surrounding monsters, buildings, and even clouds in. The monsters screamed shrilly in the light column, their bodies quickly shrunken, and turned into specks of blood that merged into the light column.

"Great, Mu Fang, that's it. Only after refining all the monsters in the Demon Realm can we use the essence of their flesh and blood, and then use the Flesh Dissolving Pool to reshape our bodies. When we return to the world, it will be the day when time and space are ultimately destroyed!"

An excited roar came from Mu Fang's body, and countless illusory figures appeared and disappeared behind him. They were the powerful souls and wills from all time and space.

"However, before that, we must first seize control of the will of heaven in this new world!"

Another old voice echoed with greed. These soul wills gazed at the still-young Devil Spacetime Heavenly Dao Will in the sky, their eyes gleaming with a determined glint. To them, the newly born Heavenly Dao Will was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and the immense energy they had gathered was more than enough to control it.

"Seniors, you guys go ahead and leave this to me!"

An imperceptible cold light flashed in Mu Fang's eyes, but those soul wills were unaware of it and couldn't wait to turn into streams of light and fly towards the sun in the sky.

Fang Mu, standing beneath the city, was terribly anxious. He brandished the Overlord World-Destroying Spear and launched an attack. The blast of air from the spear's tip tore through space, but was completely devoured the moment it touched the blood-red beam of light.

He unleashed his various abilities, unleashed countless martial arts techniques, and even employed the magic of the Meng Academy, but the beam remained motionless. With each full-strength attack, Fang Mu's hair began to turn gray, and wrinkles rapidly formed around his eyes. In just a few minutes, he looked as old as an elderly man.

"Mu Fang, well done! After we become the new will of heaven, I will let you conquer the world and become the number one in our demonic spacetime!"

The soul wills flying into the sky shouted excitedly, but did not notice the sneer on Mu Fang's lips.

Just as the soul wills were about to touch the sun, a terrifying suction force came from the blood-red light column below.

"Damn it, what's going on? Mu Fang, stop the Blood and Flesh Furnace technique immediately, or we'll be refined by it too!"

The souls screamed in terror, only to find themselves unable to break free. Those first drawn in were instantly shredded by the light column, transforming into tiny points of light that merged into it, causing the column to swell to a thickness of a kilometer.

“Hehehehe…”

Mu Fang threw his head back and laughed heartily, his aura undergoing a startling transformation. Fine scales appeared on his skin, three pairs of spiky bone wings sprouted from his back, and a demonic horn emitting a faint blue light emerged from his forehead.

"You are truly foolish, aren't you? You were previously under the High Priest's control, yet you longed to break away from him and act according to your own will, thus entering my body and manipulating me to achieve your ambitions!"

Fang Mu's pupils suddenly shrank as he finally understood Mu Fang's plan. It turned out that from the very beginning, Mu Fang had deliberately allowed these souls to possess him, using them to complete the transformation into the ultimate termite body.

"Why do you think I will listen to you? True freedom is without any shackles!"

Mu Fang's voice was full of madness. As countless monsters were refined into purple-black liquid, he swallowed it without hesitation.

"I am God!!!!!"

Mu Fang stood on the desolate and dilapidated wall of the Demon Lord's city. Under his pale skin floated a network of blood vessels made up of dark blue spells, and each line sealed the screams of thousands of undead.

The face of a man in his twenties was eternally frozen at the critical point - the left half of the face retained the handsome outline of a human youth, but the right half was covered with gray-white bone scales, and deep in the eye sockets burned two purple flames made of melted liquid souls.

The body, tempered by countless corpses and souls, exhibits a strange divinity. The muscle fibers flow like living metal in the moonlight, and dark red sparks burst out when the joints turn, as if this body carries a weight that does not belong to this world.

As the netherworld magic power boiled in his spine, a cross-shaped bloody mark appeared on Mu Fang's back, and bones wrapped in black mist were pulled out of his body one by one.

The ghost bone spear refined from its own spine was suspended in the air. The gun body was covered with spiral barbs, and the end of each bone barb was embedded with the soul of the devoured creature.

The fully awakened Ultimate Termitomycete has transformed into a demigod form, with illusory miniature skulls floating at the ends of its ash-like hair, and soul fire of different colors jumping in the eye sockets of each skull.

The inverted pentagram mark that appeared on the chest continuously oozed out an asphalt-like substance, and after falling, it transformed into a crawling flesh puppet.

The most horrifying thing is the surface of its skin - the seemingly smooth silver-grey texture is actually made up of countless painful human faces. Whenever magic power surges, those distorted faces will bulge out of the skin and resonate, and billions of overlapping screams form a materialized sound wave field.

At this moment, Mu Fang is the embodiment of the law of death. Every inch of his skin exudes an evil pressure that makes all living beings kneel down instinctively.

Those undead spells that rise and fall with breathing move like living things, forming ever-changing blasphemous totems on the surface of the skin.

The ultimate termite body, complete form!

This perfect body, a fusion of life and death, matter and spirit, has become a forbidden evil god that transcends the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world.