Warriors, Don't Ask

After breaking free from Lord of the Clouds' suppression, Gala immediately invoked Asmodeus' authority. By kneading together countless souls, he briefly recreated a trace of the former Underworld god, Irigal.

Though fleeting, this torrent was no different from the mighty power of a god!

As long as there were enough souls, there was no calamity in this world that Asmodeus could not command.

Though this ever-changing authority did not suit Gala, a warrior's instincts were enough to let him wield Asmodeus' destructive power to its fullest!

Now, a great destruction nearly akin to a Divine Miracle Inscription descended here.

Black-purple light poured from the cracked reflection's mouth, instantly reducing everything ahead to dust. It surged forth in a vast torrent, delivering punishment from the underworld.

Aboard the Kunpeng, Ying Fangzhou finally raised his eyes.

His five fingers clenched.

In an instant, an ocean of hatred churned. Spears of Flowing Water woven from lightning descended from the sky—one, two, three, four...

Like colossal pillars falling from heaven, they shrouded the front of Twilight Land and formed a blazing barrier.

Lightning collided with the light of curses. Violent turbulence swept across all of Twilight Land, making Huai Shi at the core feel a twisting agony like an illusion.

He felt immense amounts of Source Matter being continuously devoured by Lord of the Clouds' Heavenly Gate and transformed into lightning.

But immediately afterward, beneath the Eternal Frozen Furnace Core, a shrill whistling sound tore through the air from the chaotic battlefield.

Hercules!

The legendary hero bearing divine blood roared and slew the paladin before him. Ignoring the knights' desperate assault from all sides, he stood firm in a pool of blood, removed the greatbow from his back, and aimed it at the Kunpeng in the clouds.

Keenly, he seized that fleeting opportunity.

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