Chapter 1137: The Miserable Evil God

The void, vast and boundless, was mostly silent and dark. Only a rare few entities roamed freely within it—beings of immense power, residing at the pinnacle of their worlds, or at least near the top.

As a result, the void was often empty and desolate. Anyone entering it with hope or curiosity would soon be met with disappointment and solitude. Most legendary beings wandering the void found nothing, even after prolonged movement through its endless expanse.

But sometimes, there were exceptions—such as the plight of the fleeing Evil God of Desolation. To escape the two privileged scions he could not contend with, the Evil God had abandoned his entire army of minions and fled deeper into the void.

With a weapon embedded in his body, which he knew would allow him to be tracked, the Evil God didn’t dare flee to his origin world. Despite being the safest place for him, he understood that leading such a threat there would endanger his home.

The more one knew about the void, the more one feared it. The Evil God was powerful, but he was well aware of the existence of entities far stronger—beings capable of destroying worlds with a mere gesture.

To avoid such a disaster, he chose a random direction and fled, not knowing what lay ahead. After some time, he stopped. In front of him loomed a sinister presence that made him pause and reconsider his luck.

He couldn’t help but wonder if something was fundamentally wrong with him. Otherwise, how could his misfortune be so unrelenting?

“Who did you fight with? It looks like it was a fierce battle. Was it over something valuable?”

The presence blocking the Evil God was another dark entity, its form shrouded in a cursed black mist formed from the destruction of worlds. Occasionally, a thorn-covered tentacle would lash out from the mist, writhing ominously.

Surrounding this evil deity floated countless bizarre, grotesque creatures, each radiating malice as they stared at the solitary Evil God.

“None of your business,” the Evil God of Desolation snapped. He could sense the hostility in the other deity’s tone and noticed its minions slowly encircling him.

“Move aside!” Despite his grievous injury and lack of minions, the Evil God showed no fear. At this moment, any sign of weakness would provoke an attack from the opposing deity.

The Evil God recognized this adversary—a rival whom he had once extorted. Memories surfaced of their first encounter, when he had taken advantage of this deity’s efforts to destroy a world, forcing the other to relinquish part of their spoils.

If he had been at his peak, even encountering this familiar rival wouldn’t have fazed him. But now, he was far from his prime. His army was gone, and his injuries were severe. This weakness emboldened his opponent.

The spiked deity grinned. “What happened to you? Tell me.”

“Get lost!” the Evil God roared, noticing the encircling minions accelerating their pace, their intentions no longer concealed.

Enraged, the Evil God cursed his luck. Forced to flee from two overpowered scions, he now faced a deity he had once dominated. Did he really appear so weak?

Apparently, yes. A wounded Evil God without an army was an easy target, even for an old rival.

“You seem to be in bad shape. In that case, I won’t hold back.”

The spiked deity gave the order, and its grotesque minions swarmed forward, rushing to tear apart the solitary Evil God.

The Evil God of Desolation let out an earth-shaking roar, unleashing a shockwave that rippled visibly through the void. Any minion caught in the wave was instantly obliterated—flesh, bone, and ichor reduced to their most basic components, scattered throughout the void.

In that one attack, the Evil God annihilated nearly a million enemies. Yet, his rival only grew more pleased. The spiked deity had no illusions about his minions dealing significant damage; their purpose was to exhaust the Evil God’s strength.

“Kill as much as you like. I brought enough for you to kill for a while. Don’t hold back,” the spiked deity chuckled darkly. It cared little for the losses as long as it could ultimately claim the victory.

“Pitiful minions!”

The Evil God’s scythe-like limb slashed through the void, cutting all enemies in its path into lifeless husks. But even as he tore through wave after wave, he knew the enemy’s strategy: a battle of attrition. While such tactics wouldn’t normally work against an epic being, his current state made him vulnerable.

When the Evil God began to drain the lifeforce of the minions to heal himself, his opponent acted immediately. A thorn-covered tentacle lashed out, striking the Evil God squarely. Unable to evade due to the surrounding minions, the Evil God roared as chunks of his flesh were torn away.

Those torn pieces squirmed and transformed into serpentine beasts, turning to attack the tentacle that had struck them. Even in battle, the flesh of an epic could become a weapon.

A deafening explosion tore through the battlefield. Blood and flesh rained down as the Evil God carved a bloody path through his enemies, fleeing toward a distant beacon of safety.

The void, filled with hostility, was too dangerous for him now. Every step seemed to lead to more peril. He could no longer stay in the void. It was time to return home.