This battle lasted far longer than Lear expected.
Initially thought it was an ambush, the Goddess of Misfortune led them close to the Tyrant Monarch, and then Kalanis would strip the authority from the opponent.
Unexpectedly, it suddenly turned into an annihilation battle, as the Goddess of Misfortune intended to wash this Abyss Plane in blood.
Of course, even if they flattened the entire abyss, there wouldn’t be any issues... as long as they had the power to do so.
Once the Doomsday Angel Legion reached about three hundred thousand, the rift in the sky stopped outputting, not because there were none left; looking up, one could see the countless army behind the space rift.
But... it was unnecessary.
Tens of thousands of Ultimate Soldiers had already ford an unstoppable force, like a bulldozer, crushing everything in its path.
Those fierce Demon Armies appeared as weak as lambs in front of the Doomsday Angels.
The battle turned into a one-sided massacre, and this tragic slaughter lasted a full ten hours.
The battlefield had shifted several hundred kiloters away from the area around the White Bone Peak.
Tens of thousands of Doomsday Angels swept clean in a land-clearing manner.
Every life within perception was slaughtered with no survivors left.
Even the abyssal mosquitoes in the air could not escape the scythe’s sharpness.
By the 20th hour, the Doomsday Angels had pushed the front line to the edge of the Abyss Plane.
The direction in which the Demon Army was fleeing was mainly split into north and south.
Other areas had already been annihilated.
The Demon Legion was gathered, numbering over a hundred thousand, yet each demon’s face was marked by despair.
Too powerful!
It’s impossible to fight against!
Those brutal Doomsday Angels had killed them to the point of trembling with fear.
Many demons disregarded everything, desperately exiting the plane, leaving the protection of the Plane Barrier, and entered the Abyssal Void... the next mont.
Endless darkness encroached, causing the demons’ bodies to twist and swell, as their consciousness was crushed like by a giant hand, dispersing into nothingness after intense pain.
They transford into abyssal evils that knew only slaughter.
Without the power of a Demigod, traversing the abyssal void is suicidal.
The abyss’s power would instantly corrupt one, causing them to fall into a more terrifying monster.
The demons in the rear, noticing this, felt their despair deepen; after wailing cries, so, terrified, continued leaving the plane, entering the Abyssal Void, yearning for a chance at survival.
Another part fought desperately, unleashing their most potent power to attack the Doomsday Angels.
Even during this, a considerable number of demons attempted to surrender, but the scythe of the Doomsday Angels taught them the hard truth.
No matter how frantic the demons were, they couldn’t shake the Doomsday Angels.
Under the crushing weight of absolute power, the demon legions in the north and south directions were completely wiped out.
Looking across the entire plane, not a single living demon could be found.
Abyss purged in blood.
The unrestrained display of power left countless Abyss Dukes observing this battle in silence.
If it were them, could they withstand the attack of the Doomsday Angel Legion?
Few had such confidence, less than a handful.
The fear of the Goddess of Misfortune in their hearts surged rapidly... those Evil Gods with past vendettas now trembled with unease.
With the cleansing mission complete, the Doomsday Angel Legion regrouped towards the center area.
At this mont.
Crack~
The Gate of White Bones suddenly split open a gap.
The energy within swept out like a category twelve storm.
At the sa ti, a brutal desire for destruction could be felt rising within.
Lear’s gaze sharpened as his Inner Divine Format radiated a holy light, instantly dispelling that emotion.
His eyes fixed firmly on the Gate of White Bones.
Crack~ Crack~
One after another, the cracks beca more distinct, covered with web-like fissures.
The gaps interlinked, and the mont they reached a certain limit... Bang~
The Gate of White Bones exploded and shattered.
Boom~ A storm of energy burst forth like a flood, distorting the surrounding void.
The sky could no longer bear this frenzied power, and Bang~ it shattered into countless fragnts.
Amid the terrifying energy, a golden light erupted brilliantly, like a sun within the darkness!
Focusing intently, among the void fragnts, a warrior clad in pure golden armor stood suspended, the golden patterns on their war saber shimring with radiant splendor.
At this mont, the war saber transected an old demon with a wrinkled face, four wings on its back, a single horn on its head, and a face warped by age.
The old demon’s armor was shattered, its blood and flesh mangled, and its abdon was gaping with a huge cavity, directly piercing through to the back.
Dark red blood continuously oozed from it, sending chills down one’s spine.
The Abyss Dukes outside the plane held their breath in unison.
"The Tyrant Monarch..."
The old demon was precisely the Tyrant Monarch!
Those abyssal dukes familiar with it had complex expressions.
They felt a certain sense of the fox mourning the rabbit’s death.
Even as an enemy, seeing a fellow Divine Spirit as strong as themselves fall in this manner before them evoked an indescribable impact.
Slowly raising their gaze, they stopped upon the figure in golden armor, radiant like the sun.
Their eyes were subtle.
The other had seized the complete Authority of Tyranny!
A new Tyrant Monarch was born.
Lower positioned one ascends over the head of an upper positioned one... this was sothing that has been happening daily in the Abyss for countless years.
This scene inexplicably resonated with the rules of the Abyss.
At this mont, the warrior swung the war saber fiercely.
Slash~
The blade piercing through brutally severed the Tyrant Monarch’s body.
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