Rumble—
At last, accompanied by an indescribably massive shockwave from the collision, dazzling light pierced the dark sky like a rising miniature sun.
As the radiance gradually faded, the figures of Marquis Vent and the Nightmare Spirit King finally reappeared before everyone.
The Nightmare Spirit King's body had become somewhat battered, but its aura remained stable. Marquis Vent, on the other hand, had become somewhat indistinct, and the aura of his power fluctuated wildly. The outcome of the battle was obvious at a glance.
After the fierce battle continued for some time, Marquis Vent gradually fell into a disadvantage.
To the Inheritance Land, he was ultimately an outsider. His very form of existence was incompatible with the entire world, far inferior to Marquis Beihim in the form of the Nightmare Spirit King.
"Hmph... very well, you win."
Coldly gazing at the gigantic black labyrinth-like Nightmare Spirit King in the distance, Marquis Vent looked at his hand, which had already begun to turn transparent, and suddenly laughed.
After all, both were Ninth Rank. Even if the Nightmare Spirit King was somewhat stronger than Marquis Vent, the difference was limited. It should not have been possible for the battle to be decided so quickly.
But the Nightmare Spirit King's goal had not been to destroy Marquis Vent's avatar, but to drive him out.
Marquis Vent could feel that the root of his Dream Body's existence had been erased by the other party. It was about to dissipate completely.
Even if he condensed a new Dream Body and found a way to return here afterward, the other party would likely have already conquered this city.
"Hehe, but I left a little gift inside your body. I hope you like it!"
After saying those final words, Marquis Vent's body could no longer hold on