PDLP Chapter 633 Behind the Golden Country, the Erased Sense of Existence
Chapter 633 Behind the Golden Country, the Erased Sense of Existence
"boom!!!"
The next moment, the tennis ball hit the racket in Alexander Amadeus's hand like a cannonball.
In an instant.
The horrible roars were like heavy hammers, fiercely hitting people's eardrums;
Huge winds and waves were blowing, causing everything around to fall to pieces, as if a force 10 typhoon was raging here;
The harsh sound caused by high-speed rotation is sharp and long, like a sharp dagger, cutting through the silent air and making people's nerves tense.
"Simple?"
The corners of Alexander Amadeus' mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile that seemed exceptionally calm in this chaotic scene.
"There are always undercurrents beneath the darkness."
He spoke softly, his voice low and powerful, as if coming from the depths of his soul.
"And I am like the endless whale, never stopping!"
After saying that, a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes, and he swung the racket again. The racket, with an unstoppable momentum, smashed towards the tennis ball fiercely.
The moment he swung the racket, the tennis ball on the racket seemed to have gained a huge amplification.
The tennis ball, which was originally spinning at high speed, suddenly increased its speed several times and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a residual image in the air.
On the court, only a faint sonic boom could be heard. The sound was like a ghost's whisper, sometimes there and sometimes not, but it seemed to be telling of the terrifying speed of the attack.
As for the tennis ball, it could not be seen from beginning to end, as if it had broken through the limitations of space and disappeared from this world.
"You guys said you were innocent and you didn't believe it."
Kulalaja Tasta rolled his eyes, a helpless expression on his face.
"I was just doing some preparatory work."
He curled his lips and said disdainfully.
"Everything is ready now."
He raised his head slightly, a cunning glint in his eyes.
“Where do you think a whale with no destination or goal will swim to?”
He asked softly, his voice floating in the air with a bewitching tone.
"In the end, you'll just end up lost."
He shook his head and sighed, as if he felt sorry for Alexander Amadeus.
The next moment, an extremely bright golden light burst out from small to large.
The golden light exploded like a supernova, instantly illuminating the entire world. Wherever the light reached, everything seemed to be turned into gold and fell into complete silence, without any sign of life.
The originally dark world was now completely shrouded in this golden light, as if the entire world had turned into a golden ocean.
"What's behind the Golden Country?"
The next moment, Kulalaga Tasta's voice slowly rang out above the court. The voice seemed particularly ethereal in this silent environment, as if it came from the distant sky.
At this moment, in front of him, a racket that seemed to be made of gold was blocking the tennis ball.
The racket emitted a dazzling light, as if it was a mythical artifact, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.
As for the huge whale, under the illumination of the golden light, it looked like it was caught in a fishing net.
It struggled hard, its huge body twisting in the air, emitting bursts of painful cries.
However, everything is in vain, and it can only wait for death in helpless struggle and wailing.
Of course, this process was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the whale disappeared, and the endless darkness was filled with golden light. The whole world seemed to be purified by this golden light.
Faintly, it seemed as if dark rain was falling from the sky above the court.
The raindrops were as black as ink, and slowly fell with a strange aura.
With a "squeak", the racket in Kulalaga Tasta's hand did not stop for a moment.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and in the next moment, he swung out fiercely.
"boom!!!"
In an instant, the deafening roar sounded again, and the sound seemed to shatter the whole world.
The shock wave spread in all directions like ripples. Wherever it went, the ground was stirred up with layers of dust, and the surrounding air was also stirred into chaos.
Terrifying air waves rolled up one after another, forming small tornadoes that raged across the court.
"Now that everything is in place."
Kulalaga Tasta smiled slightly, and that smile was full of confidence and calmness.
"Then I'll give it a try first."
He said softly, a hint of teasing in his voice.
"Hmm~"
He pondered for a moment, a hint of thought flashing in his eyes.
"Then let's erase 30% of our presence first."
After saying this, the racket in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to his words.
The moment Kulalaga Tasta's voice fell, a tennis ball like a golden arrow shot out in the blink of an eye, trailing a golden tail.
This time, the speed of the tennis ball reached an extreme level. It drew an almost perfect golden arc in the air. Wherever it passed, the air was instantly ignited, leaving a long trail of fire.
It was even faster than Alexander Amadeus's previous attack, which was amazing.
But this is not the point. The point is that from this moment on, Kulalaga Tasta seemed to have faded a lot from this world.
His figure became vague, as if blending into the surrounding environment, making it difficult to determine his location.
His breath also became extremely weak, as if he was no longer a part of this world, but a being from another dimension.
"You are really pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger!"
Alexander Amadeus frowned tightly, staring solemnly at the tennis ball in front of him and the translucent-looking Kulalaga Tasta.
The sense of threat in his heart the previous moment became even stronger at this moment. It felt like a sharp dagger was slowly approaching his throat.
The whole person felt a chill, as if he was tightly bound by an invisible force and unable to break free.
At that moment, a strong sense of oppression swept over him, and Alexander Amadeus's aura suddenly surged, and a fierce breath burst out from his body like a volcanic eruption.
The breath surged with an unstoppable force, as if it was going to tear apart the surrounding air.