A roar sounded from the end of the darkness.
Behind the murky clouds, a terrifying silhouette gradually emerged, drifting across the Sky Dome.
In the ravaged camp that had been reduced to ruins, fires still burned, refusing to go out.
Then, torrential rain fell from the heavens. The pitch-black rain abruptly froze midair. Frost spread, multiplied, and stretched outward until, at last, an enormous figure stepped out from the curtain of rain.
The outline of the Gnome King, Lord of Cold Blood, emerged within it.
She strolled through the ruins, then slowed to a stop when she saw a banner that had not yet burned away, along with the insignia upon it that belonged to her.
"Not bad, Current Realm people."
She bent down, picked up a fragment from the ground, and smiled softly.
In less than fifteen minutes, an entire elite legion of the Sea of Thunder, two great hordes, four Crowned Ones, and mountains of supplies had met with ruthless erasure in the darkness—
Like thunder, sweeping away every speck of dust and exterminating every weakling without mercy!
Then, the wounded beast opened its jaws and devoured every tangible thing.
In the end... not even a single intact corpse remained?
"Heavenly Kingdom Lineage, heh heh."
Lord of Cold Blood bared her teeth and sighed mockingly. "This madness and arrogance, along with such distinct essence of the God of Hell... shouldn't this clearly be the Abyssal Lineage?"
"They've already left?"
Elsewhere, amid the Sky Dome, a crimson serpent slowly extended downward, peering over the ruins before it. The serpent of a fallen nation frowned. "This isn't what we agreed on."
"We never agreed on anything. You saw it yourselves—catching prey this cunning isn't so simple. Granting you the authority to act conveniently along the Sea of Thunder's marching route