Chapter - 3235

Thorian reached out his hand towards Zeke, his forceful movement clearly indicating his intention to crush Zeke within his grasp.

In that terrifying moment, despair overwhelmed Zeke. He had accepted his fate, believing that even the enigmatic power within him couldn't save him.

Yet, at the very last moment, just as Thorian's hand was about to crush him, the mysterious energy within Zeke unexpectedly surged, creating a deadlock with Thorian's hand.

Phew!

Zeke finally had a chance to catch his breath.

He remained on high alert, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Thorian and the mysterious energy.

He clung to the hope that the mysterious force within him could once again come to his rescue.

Both the mysterious energy within Zeke and Thorian's consciousness possessed strength that could reach the Eternal Class. In fact, they stood at the pinnacle of the Eternal Class, showcasing their formidable power.

Their current confrontation resembled a life- and-death struggle at the pinnacle of the Eternal Class.

Even the slightest ripple of their attacks had the potential to reduce both Theos and Zeke to ashes, capable of even destroying the entire universe.

Fortunately, both Theos and the mysterious energy consciously confined their battle to a limited scope, doing their best to minimize the impact on their surroundings.

In that moment, Zeke and Theos had momentarily ceased their attacks. The clash between these top powerhouses in the Eternal Realm was an exceedingly rare spectacle. This might be the first and last time in their lives that onlookers would witness such a grand and monumental battle.

As time passed, the mysterious energy gradually found itself at a disadvantage.

It struggled to withstand the onslaught from Thorian's consciousness, retreating step by step. Its aura grew weaker, on the verge of collapse at any moment.

On the other hand, although Theos' consciousness had been significantly weakened, it remained resilient.

Zeke burned with anxiety. It appeared that his failure was becoming an inevitable outcome.

Now, failure meant death.

What should I do?

Theos sneered, "Hmph, Zeke, any last words? Don't worry, I respect you as a man. I'll ensure your death is comfortable."

Zeke gritted his teeth. "Hmph, even if I die, I'm taking you down with me!"

Zeke unleashed all his energy to attack Thorian's consciousness.

However, the meager power at Zeke's disposal, in the face of the Demi-emperor's consciousness, had little impact on the overall situation.

Theos laughed even more wildly, reveling in his apparent victory.

Zeke's expression darkened, his gaze fixed intently on Theos. He contemplated the drastic measure of self-destruction to bring about their mutual demise.

Just as this critical decision hung in the balance, a sigh suddenly echoed through the air. "Ah."

What's that sound?

Zeke and Theos exchanged bewildered glances.

"It seems I'll have to take matters into my own hands," the voice resonated, seemingly originating from Zeke himself.

Moreover, Zeke felt a sense of familiarity; it was as if the voice belonged to the president.

"Who is it?" Zeke cautiously inquired.

"It's me." In the next moment, a yellow light emanated from the Imperial Decree hanging around Zeke's neck, materializing the image of the president.

Startled, Zeke exclaimed, "Mr. President, it's you!"

The president nodded. “Indeed, I've concealed a fragment of my consciousness within the Imperial Decree. This way, I can intervene to assist when your life is in danger."

Zeke was overjoyed. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. President. The situation is critical now. I hope you can lend a hand."

The president nodded. “Of course."

As Theos turned to face the president, his expression shifted to one of astonishment.

"Heavenly God, it's actually the Lord Heavenly God himself!"

Heavenly God?

Zeke suddenly recalled the celestial being who had guarded Theos Island and watched over Terrachus.

Could it be that the president was the Eternal Class warrior, Heavenly God himself?

The president glanced at Theos, his voice cold and indifferent. "Hmph, back when you were on Theos Island, you frolicked under my watch for thousands of years. I simply couldn't be bothered with you. I never expected you to plot the destruction of my people. It seems you're tired of living."

"I..." The president's gaze alone was enough to intimidate Thorian, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Zeke, sensing the urgency, said, “Mr. President, let's not waste any more words. Thorian is on the brink of overcoming the mysterious energy within me. I hope you can lend a hand."