The Original Scepter

At the grand arena, everything displayed on the only light screen... made Xuan Sheng, whose vision was restricted, frown slightly.

On the final piece of land.

The two divine races' teams were both covered in blood, in utter disarray...

"You're truly impressive..."

The Pope of Strife wiped the blood from his face and looked toward the only woman from the Xuan Tribe who was still barely standing. He had never imagined that a divine race outside the command of a Supreme Deity could fight his team to such an extent.

"Unfortunately, this alone isn't enough... Your progress was too rapid, too unstable..."

The members of the Strife Divine Race were ecstatic over such a satisfying battle and the victory that followed. One by one, they breathed sighs of relief and savored the arena's silence.

Everyone held their breath... because a new record was about to be set!

The Strife Divine Race would once again seize the championship for their deity!

The Xuan Tribe's abilities had indeed exceeded their expectations.

But!

"To win the honor of consecutive victories for Lord Strife and become the most unique existence among the Supreme Deities..."

"For such a goal, we're willing to pay any price!"

Fanatical emotions kept surging in the eyes of the Strife Divine Race's members. They would become the most unique divine race! And the most powerful one as well!

The Xuan Tribe before them had already unleashed every ounce of its strength.

They had nearly wiped out seventy percent of Strife's members.

But unfortunately, that was all they could do.

Compared with the profound foundation of the Strife Divine Race, everything about them seemed far too immature.

"That's enough."

The Pope of Strife cast a respectful glance at the Xuan Tribe, feeling fortunate to have encountered such a final opponent.