Beneath layer upon layer of scenes, Madam Harold and the Blood Prison King's demonic shadow had already become entangled in their auras. The Molten Lava Hell structured under the Blood Soul Temple's direction was attempting to fully absorb the surrounding out-of-control bloodlight and melt the demonic shadow, which no longer possessed any intelligence, entirely within it.
If it succeeded, the tempering environment of the underlying Molten Lava Hell would undergo another upgrade.
The most straightforward "high temperature and high pressure" was one thing. After Madam Harold's "defection," Ronan had continuously used Demon Runes to channel a trace of the Abyss Sun Wheel's power across space and into this place. That was already quite extraordinary.
What could bring a massive improvement was the transformative mechanism displayed by the Blood Prison King's origin—its energy supply had nearly caused the Abyss Zone to break down, and it shared the same origin. Once merged, reorganized, and effectively absorbed, the Blood Soul Temple's corresponding structural level would surely be raised several steps.
Of course, the greatest benefit would still go to Madam Harold...
If she succeeded.
For now, the situation did indeed look excellent.
In terms of origin level, the Blood Prison King's demonic shadow in this state could still leave the Blood Soul Temple far behind. But it was too weak—after twenty or thirty successive rounds of "hammering," repeatedly collapsing and reconstructing alongside hundreds of Time-Space Bubbles in Battlefield Time-Space, then suffering the Great Sun Chains' constant attrition, it had almost nothing left apart from its instinct not to die.
Thus, even against the Molten Lava Hell structured under the Blood Soul Temple's direction, its resistance was not particularly strong. It had already been forcibly sealed inside a "Deathmatch Cage" together with Madam Harold.
All that remained was for Ronan, the referee, to blow