Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 387 - 202: With a Scorching Spear, Pierce the Deepest Depths of Hell (Double-Length)

"Such an ending may be filled with literary flair, but it’s hardly a Happy End."

Shiayar just casually stretched out his hand towards the sacred spear that trembled incessantly at the dome and spoke.

"So, trust me, Ennie."

"From beginning to end, have I ever disappointed you once?"

Upon hearing Shiayar’s words, the trembling of the sacred spear halted instantly.

Deep within his soul, the resistance stemming from the sacred spear contract also vanished.

Then—

After a breath’s fraction of a moment.

The sacred spear fell.

...

This scene resembled the end of the Third Era in Escarnia, where Shiayar faced Vortigern’s army of monsters in the Valley of the End.

However—

This time.

The target of the sacred spear was not Vortigern and his army of monsters.

But rather, Shiayar himself.

Boom—

The sacred spear tore through the atmosphere, raising a storm in the silent Eternal Night.

It pierced through the plane of the World Tree Fragment, and also penetrated the entire Lost Island.

Then, carrying the whole Lost Island, it plunged deeper into the fractured space.

Woosh—

Flesh was pierced.

The sacred spear Rhongomyniad possessed the power to anchor an entire world.

And at this moment, the ruins of the whole World Tree plane, along with the Lost Island, were jointly locked by the spear’s edge together with Shiayar.

The excruciating pain from having his heart pierced shot through Shiayar—

Shiayar’s face turned deadly pale, devoid of any color.

Just as the Ancient Sun God once said.

Even a pure-blooded ancient dragon would be pierced by the sacred spear; how much more so a race of humans who are not renowned for physical strength.

Yet, Shiayar was still smiling at this moment.

Smiling brightly.

Because this was his goal.

As long as the Ancient Sun God on the Lost Island remained on the Main Material Plane, Hathaway could not escape the destined death.

Thus, it must be confined within his own body.

But even so, Master could not be considered safe.

Although Shiayar had gained the upper hand in the struggle within the Spiritual World, that ancient will could withdraw at any time once it realized the unfavorable situation.

If the opponent harbored even a hint of revenge, then Hathaway could never truly be safe.

This, then, was Shiayar’s choice.

The one and only choice.

To abandon himself, along with the ancient will of the Sun God—

Exile the entire world.

Exile from the Western Continent, from the Main Material Plane.

...

Boom—

Boom—

Boom—

Not only the plane of the World Tree Fragment, but more than just the Lost Island.

Even while situated in the Western Continent, thousands of miles away from the Lost Island above the Endless Ocean Domain, one could hear the tremendous rumble of shattered space, where the heavens collapsed from the ocean’s end.

Silent Forest, ruins of the Giant Court, Golden Plains, icefields in the Far North...

In this instant, countless mythical creatures discerned the mighty rumble of the heavens collapsing, raising their heads in astonishment to look toward the direction of the Endless Ocean Domain.

At the horizon’s end, the radiant light of the sacred spear blazed.

And from that mystical surge swept across the entire Western Continent like a mighty wave, these deities perceived more things.

Something, long vanished yet familiar to them.

"Sacred spear, and the Lost Island?"

"That old Elven Royal Court?"

"Sun God’s half-body?"

The momentary retreat of madness and chaos from the eyes of the demigods revealed an expression of contemplation.

But, regardless of their thoughts now and their shock—

None could change the fate of the Lost Island and the Elven Royal Court at the end of the Endless Ocean Domain.

...

The sea pierced through.

This isn’t merely exaggerated rhetoric, but an actual reality.

The vast ocean thousands of meters deep was instantly penetrated by the descending sacred spear.

Its blazing brilliance evaporated seawater, vaporizing countless marine creatures within.

This included the most insignificant plankton and the deep-sea overlords like demon whales, yet everything, without exception, was annihilated before the spear connecting heaven and earth.

The spear reached the seafloor but showed no signs of stopping.

As long as it was within the Western Continent, whether pierced onto the seafloor or the icefield, it bore no consequence to the Sun God who could escape any time with a mere thought.

Shiayar was always the kind who, once deciding to act, could go to extremes.

Since he had decided to save Master, he was determined to make the act even more ruthless.

The sacred spear pierced the earth of the seafloor, turning all rocks and sand into scorching embers.

Then, continue downward.

Crack—

Crack—

Crisp cracking sounds rang out between the vast sky and earth.

Planes and worlds all have the so-called world barriers.

The sub-dimensions and little worlds like Element Plane have rather thin world barriers, easily penetrable by legendary powerful pros.

This was what legendary powerful pros often referred to as planar travel.

And planes have strengths and weaknesses.

Compared to those frail sub-dimensions, the Main Material Plane of the Western Continent is the typical absolute strength.

World laws are solid, world barriers unbreakable.

Even legends wanting to leave the Main Material Plane must go through the Astral Realm, heading outside the Main Material Plane.