Retrieving the core is a straightforward task.
The sprite merely needs to extend its claw into the black mist and touch the firmst point.
The sensation transitions from that of jelly to an object resembling chewy candy.
With a firm grasp, it can be extracted.
After extracting the core, it should be placed in the mouth, crushed, and chewed thoroughly before swallowing.
Gulping it down would lead to discomfort and hinder digestion.
If the abyssal monsters are particularly numerous, one should prioritize the consumption of the core, resorting to the flesh only when the cores are depleted.
Upon completion of the meal, a state of contentment ensues.
A normal state where emotions can be freely expressed.
Bachiwa attempted to chew the abyssal core in his mouth.
It initially had a spicy flavor.
Yet was more intense and lingering than that of chili peppers, embodying a richness that was both aromatic and spicy.
As he continued to chew, he savored the essence of the core.
Gazing upon the countless abyssal beings, he proceeded to reach for a second abyssal creature.
The lamp cat had just dived into the portal when she heard a voice, the frozen dark sundae.
A chilling sensation engulfed her as the temperature plummeted.
In an instant, she transformed from the water spirit cat into a frozen lamp cat statue, as if her very thoughts and consciousness had come to a standstill.
Her divine body and halo were encased in ice, and her divine essence was on the verge of being permeated by the cold.
A warm hand grasped hers, gradually restoring warmth as the icy grip melted away, rendering her body pliable once more, allowing the frozen divine power to flow.
Once she felt secure, the lamp cat was nearly paralyzed with fear, having narrowly escaped a frozen demise.
Had it not been for the residual divine power within her essence, instinctively resisting the frigid onslaught, she might have perished on the spot.
Overwhelmed with trepidation, her vision darkened.
A woman's hand rested upon her head, gently caressing her.
Concurrently, a soft voice reassured her.
Inhale, exhale.
Yes, do not fear.
As the lamp cat began to breathe, the world around her became clearer.
She was alive, having reclaimed a precious life.
Gasping for air, her consciousness returned.
The one holding her hand was Sister Hung.
She glanced towards the portal where Sister Hung seized her comforting touch and took her hand, guiding her forward.
Sister Hangs silhouette was striking.
Her hand emanated warmth, and her strength was undeniable.
Beneath the profound realization of the deity hangs power, the lamp cat felt an uncontrollable surge of subservience arise within her.
Deepening the indelible mark engraved in her heart, the luminous cat followed Sister Hangs footsteps, observing the surroundings.
This was the void floating land of the outer gods, a precursor to their invasion of her divine realm.
At this moment, an icy blue dark sun hung in the sky.
The entire territory was encased in Sister Hangs divine magic, rendering everything immobile except for her and a luminous cat.
A mere glance revealed a somewhat gloomy atmosphere in this void floating land.
Numerous minions of the outer gods engaged in their respective tasks.
Some are sharpening blades, others polishing weapons, some indulging in food, and others engaged in conversation.
Predominantly, the inhabitants were human transcendants accompanied by a few scattered orc tribes seemingly preparing for logistical support.
At the center of the void floating island, a grotesque, decaying mermaid corpse lay upon the divine altar.
A mere glance at it evoked discomfort.
An illuminous cat noted that her mood points had just dropped by three.
However, the thought of Sister Hung holding her hand quickly restored her spirits.
Directly opposite the altar stood an ornate wooden pavilion.
Within it sat a deity alongside two demagod minions.
The central figure was a middle-aged man resembling a human who was firmly encased in ice, his body rigidly seated, his armor encrusted with shimmering frost.
Gazing upon him reminded the luminous cat of her own recent transformation into an ice sculpture which seemed quite similar.
Yet this deity appeared not to be dead.
He was releasing divine aura, seemingly resisting the cold crack.
The ice shelf fractured sister hung.
He's about to break free.
The luminous cat exclaimed, simultaneously summoning her weapon, a water whip.
Yet she seemed to have forgotten her surroundings.
As soon as the whip materialized, it too froze into a block of ice, shattering upon impact with the ground, splintering into countless pieces.
A tinge of embarrassment washed over her.
"Do not worry, he has not escaped," Suzi Han reassured, holding the luminous cat's hand while observing the deity.
The sounds of cracking ice echoed continuously.
"It merely shattered," Suzi Han said.
No sooner had she spoken than the outer god before them fragmented into sections, much like the luminous cat's water whip, splintering into innumerable shards.
The ground was littered with remnants of flesh and bone, still radiating divine energy.
Suzhon approached, extending her hand to sift through the fragments, eventually locating the divine core, which was frozen and shattered, far from intact.
Release, she commanded.
As the icy blue dark sun faded, it transformed into a black dark sun, its edges glimmering with specks of shattered gold.
The entire void floating island was engulfed in darkness amidst which the incessant sounds of chewing reverberated.
Bradley, are you justing with me? What is happening? After so many days, the front line has not advanced at all.
I have lost seven abyssal evil gods of divine rank and 173 abyssal evil gods of divine tier.
Do you have any idea how rare controlled abyssal evil gods are? This is the culmination of my millennia of efforts.
In the presence of the divine figure clad in white, Bradley found himself under intense scrutiny at the table.
The relentless depletion of precious abyssal war weapons against the malevolent deity had yielded no corresponding victories, leading her to suspect treachery within the divine realm.
The individual before her, Bradley, the supreme commander of this operation and a second tier god emperor, was the first to arouse her suspicions.
After all, this commander had been coerced by her into declaring war on the blue star.
A millennium ago, he was a renowned leader of the deep sea pantheon.
Even from seven star systems away, tales of his valiant prowess reached her ears, and she had secretly admired him for a time.
Consequently, she had exerted considerable effort to investigate his character, lineage, and experiences, only to grow increasingly disdainful with each revelation.
Eventually, she had ins snared him in a trap of her own devising, now wielding control over him to betray the deep sea pantheon for her own purposes.
The outcomes of their grand scheme, however, had proven disappointing.
Indeed, it seemed that non-human deities were irredeemable failures, treacherous and duplicitous serpents, unfit for use.
Were it not for her lack of combat prowess as a god emperor, she would have eagerly taken matters in her own hands, hastening the corruption of the blue star and allowing her master to grasp the authority beyond the highest realm.
This would grant her the opportunity to touch upon the pinnacle of power.
As Bradley furrowed his brow, struggling to contain his anger, he suppressed it, acutely aware that his very life was held in the iron grip of this merciless woman.
To provoke her would be folly.
He had no hope of escaping her wrath.
If matters escalated, there would be no need for her to orchestrate an assault from the abyssal god emperor against him.
The deep sea emperor Stoyu Leah would flay him alive, using his skin for roasting, his sinnus for bowmaking, his bones for brewing, and his oil for illumination, while his shattered divinity would be displayed as a warning to others.
Contemplating this fate, a wave of sorrow washed over Bradley.
Had he known of her cruel nature, he would have avoided her a millennium ago and refrained from becoming embroiled in that affair, leading him to this dire juncture.
He quelled his fury, bowing his head in submission, chapter, third update.
The envoy has carried out your orders, yet the resistance from the blue star is formidable.
Is my first experience in such warfare.
The deities of the blue star seem to possess advanced communication capabilities when a minor deity's realm is invaded.
Within less than a natural day, a higher ranking deity arrives for assistance.
The divine lords and high-ranking gods under my command are currently being targeted for capture by their divine emperor.
At this juncture, Bradley found himself devoid of anger.
The blue star universe appears to be distinct from the divine realm, lacking the pronounced hierarchies that exist there.
Even the lowest tier deities venture forth to offer aid, which truly perplexes him.
It dawned upon Bradley why his majesty of the deep sea forbade him from participating.
In a situation where the outcome remains undecided among the elite, his sudden emergence would merely serve as cannon fodder, an encounter with an impenetrable obstacle.