Qin Chuan turned around and snapped his fingers.
The dark red light curtain of the Beast Arena Domain faded away with a sound.
The Water God was sprawled on the ground, groaning, while Night Cherry Tangle wiped down the Dark Gold Longsword beside him. A little farther away, Tiga Lingyu and Song Ling had just stepped down from the arena.
The two women looked completely different from half an hour ago.
Thick Dark Gold Defense Law swirled around Tiga Lingyu, and the Tower Shield even seemed to be faintly developing Godhood Patterns. Meanwhile, the obsidian floor beneath Song Ling's feet was freezing on its own, as the Extreme Ice Origin reshaped her blood vessels.
Peak Mid-Rank God.
Tiga Lingyu carried the Tower Shield over to Qin Chuan. Her tone was crisp and businesslike, as though she were reporting her performance at work. "Guild Master, this place is incredibly efficient. Are there any more live targets? We can start the next round at any time."
Qin Chuan pointed at the holographic map of Blue Star hanging in midair. "The training dummies are finished. I'm taking you somewhere for a little real combat."
The Water God rolled to his feet, slung the Deep Blue Staff over his shoulder, and leaned toward the holographic map. He immediately grinned.
"Oh? Why is this part of the Sakura War Zone as red as a monkey's butt? Are those bastards still worshipping that so-called Eight Million Gods of theirs? Wait, are there any living people left over there? I thought the Apocalypse Descent had carried them all away."
Season Star walked over while controlling Truth Judgment. The mecha's optical beams scanned the map data.
"It isn't just the Eight Million Gods. According to Apocalypse's data, they seem to be using the cracks in Blue Star to