"Before I defile that altar, I'll use self-righteous scum like you to ease the hatred in my heart first!!!"
That perverted, excited voice was horrifying.
What was even more terrifying was that the earth, sky, mountains, and even the sun throughout the entire area attacked the three of them in an instant, transforming into a towering ocean of filth that surged toward them, seeking to drown them in contamination.
Something seemed to have gone wrong with Returning Fire Spark.
This left them in an extremely difficult situation. One careless mistake, and they could very well die here.
Yet as battle-hardened warriors, Wiserk and the others still displayed astonishing composure and combat strength at this critical moment.
Facing the overwhelming sea of excrement and foul filth, the three immediately manifested Saint's Fire Aspect to evade the damage, while Warfire burned at full force.
The horrifying filth surging in from all around slowed amid flashing blades, clashing swords, and roaring spells.
But unfortunately—
They were now inside the enemy's home ground. This entire world was his weapon, and his power was inexhaustible.
And that horrifying stench and contamination seemed far more than merely superficial—
Just as the three fought bloodily through the sea of filth—
A human face suddenly condensed within it. Notably, this face was exquisitely refined, sharply defined, and possessed an androgynous beauty utterly at odds with the filth around it.
It seemed this was Ettatalos's true appearance.
As he watched the three desperately resist, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"You pride yourselves on being righteous and kind."
"But only I know that every life illuminated by the fire of wisdom buries deep filth within the depths of its soul—"
"So—now let us take a look—"
"Hehehehe—"
As Ettatalos's perverted giggling subsided—
A ball of filthy fire