The stench of blood hung thick in the air, and heads rolled everywhere.
The Lord of Great Beauty had no chance to escape. The gates of the Black Palace were stained red, and this center of power now teetered on the verge of collapse beneath the fury of a god of slaughter.
Every one of them had underestimated the Yang God Lord's brutality.
He had always appeared far too kind, to the point that the world had forgotten that he was the true strongest being in this world—even before the Angel Lord, and before the Throne appeared.
The strong never needed to reason with anyone.
"Brother, the auras of those two Lords are rapidly fleeing. They're trying to escape!"
At that moment, Lin Yiyi stood behind Fang Yi, holding Xiaobai as she relayed the information sent by the Spirit Association.
As early as when Fang Yi entered the Mystic Domain, Xia Kingdom's army had already surrounded the area and locked onto the locations of the two Lords. Now that Fang Yi had successfully broken through and emerged from the Mystic Domain, they learned of his intentions and remained on standby, watching the Black Palace from afar.
At this moment.
Fang Yi stood in the sky, gazing in the direction of their escape. His robes fluttered like ink-black mist, his eyes blazing like torches, as though a deity had descended upon the mortal world.
"Get over here."
He stretched out his hand and lightly clenched it toward the depths of the Black Palace.
"Cover the Lord of Light!!"
In that instant, figures rushed forward one after another, trying to stop him.
Deep within the Black Palace, two figures were speeding away. They were none other than the Lord of Light, Michael, and the Raging Sea Lord, Harry.
In an instant.
They