Drip, drip—
Pitch-black blood, like ink, flowed from the grotesque wound in Lord's chest, drop by drop falling to the ground and pooling into a small puddle.
A nauseating, anomalous scene unfolded. At the severed wound in Lord's chest, tentacles twisted and flailed. The flesh clung together through those tentacles, trying to heal the wound in this manner.
But it was completely useless!
The wound was covered in blazing Yang Attribute flames that continually ravaged the flesh. Every time the tentacles tried to pull the flesh back together, the Yang Attribute flames destroyed it again.
It was hard to imagine that only half a minute ago, Lord had been fighting the Yang God Lord. Yet the very next second, the Yang God Lord had drawn his blade, and a scorching slash of flame had directly crushed Lord.
To everyone else, that instant had seemed as though heaven and earth had been cut in half by a crimson thread. It was an ultimate blade flash that vanished in an instant!
Only Pioneers powerful enough to reach the level of a Throne Lord could see it. The other Pioneers beneath that level could not even sense anything. They merely saw Lord sent flying backward!
"Lord... lost?!"
The Throne Lord who had previously believed Lord could defeat the Yang God Lord felt a chill shoot up from the soles of his feet, racing along his spine straight to the crown of his head!
Everyone in America had witnessed Lord's strength. Otherwise, he could never have caused the upper ranks of America to undergo such a complete purge!
The Earth God Tribe had indeed been powerful. Before its revival, nearly ninety-nine percent of nations had believed that Xia Kingdom was about to perish, and many had posted extreme provocations on online forums.
Why had