Psshh~
In the sky, demons flapped their dark red wings and elegantly swung their long swords, slicing everything below into pieces.
The demon army erging from the space rift was swiftly slaughtered like lambs.
Large pieces of limbs splattered around, the scent of blood so thick it couldn’t dissipate, the scene was enough to make one’s heart tremble.
Rachelia Corona, stood in a daze, watching as the demon army around her was wiped out, leaving only a field of corpses.
Soon after, those ferocious reinforcents swooped down, directly attacking the front of the space rift.
A blinding, terrifying energy ignited on their bodies as the bone sword swung down!
A terrifying sword qi erupted, surging out.
Crack—
The void shattered directly, stirring up a turbulent flow.
Countless demons were annihilated, torn into fragnts.
At that mont, a terrifying dark energy surged from the space turbulence.
In mid-air, it ford a phantom figure exuding endless majesty.
Swollen all over, covered with pustules, it appeared like a grotesque blob of flesh and blood conglorate.
The creature gazed at White Stone City, its huge blood-red mouth opened, and a deep voice echoed through the sky.
"You damned wretch, do you intend to oppose ?"
The voice, laden with ancient and obscure tones, penetrated everyone’s heart, enabling an instant understanding of its aning without comprehending the language.
The warriors on the battlefield felt a fear penetrating their souls at this mont.
Piercing through bones, ripping apart flesh.
Their hearts felt like they were being gripped by a giant hand, about to be crushed at any mont!
It was the divine pressure, a presence not sothing any mortal life could resist.
The Plague Tyrant.
The na surfaced in everyone’s mind, leaving them all with terrified faces.
This was an Evil God from the Abyss!
A God!
At this mont, such an utterly terrifying existence stood right before them!
The shock brought by the Evil God’s arrival was like a boulder crashing into the lake of their hearts, sending ripples far and wide, incredibly overwhelming.
Rachelia Corona, at this mont, slowly propped up her exhausted body, enduring the crushing pressure threatening to shatter her soul, lifting the sharp ritual sword.
Raising her head.
Even if unable to fight any longer, the descendant of the Master of the Crown must grip the war saber tightly and face the enemy... even if it’s a God!
Above White Stone City, Lear heard the words, slowly turning his head to the twisted and grotesque phantom in the sky.
"Do you have a problem?"
The voice was indifferent and calm, as if the Evil God before him was no more than a stray cat or dog.
Indeed, the Plague Tyrant’s reputation was not prominent, rely a Divine Spirit of weak divine power.
Having seen countless grand occasions, a re common Evil God could no longer stir much within him.
The stagnancy in his voice enraged the Plague Tyrant instantly.
Did he look down on him?!
Wretch, courting death!
"You’re seeking your own demise!!"
Crack—
The surrounding void suddenly shattered, a green mixed with black corrosive energy seeped from the space rift, resembling a thick smoke.
Wherever it passed, the void corroded into chaos.
But at this mont, he suddenly saw the human slowly raising the scorching orb in his hand.
"In the na of the Sun!"
As the voice fell, a brilliant light erupted.
Boundless energy surged endlessly.
The Plague Tyrant’s corrosive power that directly annihilated the void was wiped away as if by an invisible hand.
The sky returned to tranquility, showing nothing.
"How could you possibly wield that treasure so quickly..."
The Plague Tyrant’s phantom beca ethereal under the light, about to shatter at any mont.
Jealousy turned his heart mad.
How did this human accomplish it?
He had coveted this treasure for years, attempting several tis to control it, but always failed.
He had planned for a long ti, finally reaching the mont of harvest,
yet this wretch stepped in.
And why, why could this treasure be used directly in his hands?
Why couldn’t he?!
Feeling the terrible aura, he could hold back no longer.
He turned his head sharply.
"Brother, help !"
As soon as the words fell, crack— the void behind shattered again.
A gigantic demon covered in countless flies appeared on the other side of the void.
Taller than 30 ters, its demon wings severely tattered, flies swirled overhead as if attracted by the stench of rotting flesh.
The air filled with a strong stench and decay.
Upon seeing the other, the Plague Tyrant imdiately spoke.
"That damned wretch controls a highly special Divine Artifact... I suspect it was passed down from the Creator God."
"Brother, please help kill that wretch and reclaim the Divine Artifact!"
His voice was full of unwillingness.
If he wasn’t trapped now, rendering him helpless, would he need to share the secret, letting an outsider interfere?!
His eyes were full of resentnt as he looked at the figure wielding the orb.
This bastard truly deserves to die!
Damn it!
But just as he hoped his reinforcents could turn the tide, a terrified voice suddenly ca from behind.
"You, are you the human who exterminated the Tyrant Monarch with the Goddess of Misfortune?!"
Huh? What was going on?
A sense of foreboding arose in the Plague Tyrant’s heart, sharply turning to look at the gigantic demon surrounded by countless flies behind him.
"Brother, what are you saying..."
The other was furious.
"You shut up first!"
"Brother?"
"Do you rember not long ago when the Tyrant Monarch was executed by the Goddess of Misfortune, the entire plane was massacred?"
The Plague Tyrant’s heart trembled, suddenly realizing sothing, but still sowhat unable to accept it.
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