Baphomet delivered a powerful, sweeping horizontal cut, forcing Uka back several steps. His enormous goat-like eyes scanned the terrifying battlefield below, an area that, no matter how many fell, was instantly refilled by more black and deep blue.
Those low-tier bugs seemed endless, piling up walls of death with their carapaces and flesh, one after another.
His lava-like blood dripped from several deeper wounds, hissing in the deep sea, quickly solidifying into black crystals.
An unprecedented, absurd sense of irritation, like a maggot clinging to bone, festered within his powerful will.
These damned, endless low-tier creatures!
Did they have no fear?
No pain?
Was their only purpose to form an all-consuming tide of death with their fragile carapaces and insignificant lives?
"ROOOOAAARRR--!"
Baphomet suddenly tilted his head back, letting out a roar that shook the entire Mariana Trench, filled with extreme fury and a desire for destruction.
The profane runes on the howl of blasphemy great axe instantly burned to their maximum, dark red Hellfire surged skyward, evaporating the surrounding seawater.
He once again locked onto Uka, and the great axe, carrying the might to overturn star seas, fiercely cleaved down.
Where the axe blade pointed, space itself wailed.
At the same time, Uka roared, emitting tendrils of lava-like color from his entire body, and a brilliant molten stream erupted from his mouth.
Uka's molten gold vertical pupils were obscured by the hot, viscous, golden-red blood foam gushing from his mouth, his vision blurred as if splashed with boiling magma.
His ears were filled with the groans of shattering bones and the roar of rushing blood, yet they couldn't drown out the great axe, wrapped in blasphemous black light, its high-speed rotating serrations emitting a vacuum-tearing shriek.
This great axe cleaved through ten thousand tons of seawater, a death trajectory aimed directly at Uka's head!
The shockwave raised by the axe blade even preemptively pressed against his fractured skull, emitting a fine, unbearable "crunching" sound.
"ROOOOAR-GAK!"
This was no longer a Dragon roar, but a shriek of extreme agony, forced from his throat by crushed internal organs, broken bone fragments, and a will pushed to the brink of despair.
The small Dragon Crystal gifted by the Golden Emperor within him was now covered in spiderweb cracks, suddenly erupting with a final, sharp, ear-splitting hum, like an overloaded engine before it melts down.
Time stretched to a fraction of a second.
A ten-thousandth of a second before the Dragon Crystal completely shattered, Uka did something instinctive, unskillful, and purely destructive: he violently opened his massive maw to its limit, all the broken muscle fibers in his throat convulsing madly, forcefully ejecting the Dragon Crystal fragments on the verge of detonation, mixed with scorching internal organ fragments and forcibly torn, boiling Origin energy, like a lava plug blocking a high-pressure cooker being blown open—
POOF-BOOM!
A destructive torrent of viscous, liquid molten alloy, with a temperature instantly exceeding fifty thousand degrees Celsius, mixed with Uka's own dark golden Dragon blood and internal organ tissue, erupted violently from his wide-open throat at several times the speed of sound.
This torrent lost the elegant form of a Dragon Breath; it was more like a flood of core material squeezed from a planet struck by an impact.
Its target was not Baphomet himself, but the descending "Rift-Cleaver" great axe, entwined with blasphemous black light.
The molten gold torrent directly impacted the serrated axe blade, entwined with blasphemous black light.
The physical rules at the point of impact instantly collapsed.
The point of contact suddenly imploded inward.
Forming chaotic turbulence that destroyed all order.
The seabed was gouged into a colossal lava pit two thousand meters in diameter and a hundred meters deep, its bottom churning with crimson, viscous magma reacting violently with the back-flowing, icy, high-pressure seawater.
The deafening roar of "HISS—BOOM" and continuous, low "GULP" sounds intertwined into a symphony of destruction.
Even the azure sea surface unexpectedly caved in, forming a massive "sea bowl" nearly a hundred kilometers in diameter in an instant, its edges steep as cliffs.
Immediately after, billions of tons of displaced seawater, like an enraged Heavenly God, surged back, stacked, and swelled with the force of ten thousand galloping horses, forming a "water Great Wall" nearly two hundred meters high and extending for almost a hundred kilometers, pushing outwards with continent-crushing power.
Hurricanes were born out of thin air, propelled by the annular tsunami, and the sea and sky became a realm of Chaos.
The pervasive toxic steam and ionized smoke slowly dissipated.
Uka's massive body was like the wreckage of a mecha, broken and discarded by the side of a furnace.
At his chest, a terrifying, multi-meter-wide void penetrated his torso, its edges scorched and carbonized Dragon scales and twisted, broken alloy bones. Deep within the void, charred, smoking remnants of organs were faintly visible.
His proud dark golden scales had peeled off in large areas, his exposed muscles charred and carbonized, emitting foul-smelling white smoke.
The core Dragon Crystal was long gone, leaving only a melted-through pit, from which wisps of golden energy, like dying fireflies, slowly dissipated.
His massive head hung limply over the edge of the scorching lava pit, each dying twitch causing hot, golden-red pus to seep from the edges of the void, his breath so faint it was almost imperceptible.
Baphomet's figure emerged from the still-dissipating destructive maelstrom.
His massive body recoiled a step, and the thick black light covering his entire body, symbolizing the profane power of the abyss, violently vibrated, dispersed, and thinned, like a tattered cloak torn by strong winds.
Even more striking was his weapon—that arrogant great axe.
In the middle of the axe blade, a twisted, winding, nearly half-centimeter-wide molten crack was clearly visible.
The edges of the crack were dark golden metal nodules, scorched and cooled, clinging like ugly scars to the originally ferocious serrations. The light of the blasphemous runes flowing within was noticeably dim and interrupted at this point.
Baphomet's crimson giant eyes locked onto that crack, the wrinkled muscles around his eyelids twitching unnaturally. A surge of emotions, mixed with shock, rage, and a hint of imperceptible trepidation, churned violently for the first time within his demonic, cold will.
He suddenly raised the great axe, his heavy arm muscles bulging, and black light surged into the axe body.
"Buzz!" The axe blade tore through the space distorted by the residual heat of the explosion, emitting an ear-splitting wail.
"Despicable worm!"
Baphomet's voice was like a rusty giant keel scraping in the abyss, every word imbued with frozen killing intent, "You dared to damage my beloved weapon? Not even your corpse and Soul can wash away this sin of blasphemy!"
RUMBLE!
As Baphomet stepped forward, a pressure heavier and more fundamental than the ten-thousand-meter water pressure at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, as if from a higher-dimensional Universe, descended like an invisible celestial body!
This was not a shockwave, but the crushing of a lower-dimensional space by a higher life form.
Within a thousand meters of Baphomet, the chaotic torrent of violent shockwaves instantly froze, as if caught by a high-speed camera.