From the moment Deathbone entered this world to the moment Uta was trapped by the Blood-colored Gaze, less than thirty seconds had actually passed.
Of course,
For battles at this level, thirty seconds was already as long as three years.
In battles between top-tier beings, either the two sides happened to be evenly matched, in which case they could fight for three days and three nights—or thirty days and nights—or they decided victory and death within a few instants.
The gap between the living powerhouses and this Great Terror Existence was enormous. Thirty seconds was already an extremely long time.
However...
This wait was necessary.
The moment Deathbone entered this world, he sensed trouble.
The Blood Shadow Great Terror Existence before him displayed strength roughly equivalent to that of a Saint Realm Monarch, at most slightly stronger.
But,
Deathbone had personally fought a Saint Realm existence before. His instincts and experience had both told him...
"Perhaps the strength of the great power is about the same, but the profundity of that power is far beyond it."
"After all, this is a higher-ranked existence descending here."
It was like Deathbone himself. If he crossed countless great domains with a strand of divine will and descended as an avatar,
The avatar's realm would be roughly Fourth Order Peak, but how could its true combat power be merely Fourth Order Peak? It would be far more than that!
As for this mysterious Great Terror Existence, whose true identity none of the powerhouses present could recognize, its great power...
"It's a flesh-and-blood nursery bed!"
Deathbone's gaze swept across the surroundings.
The core of this world had been occupied by the Blood Shadow Great Terror Existence. He had already turned around. His entire form was blurred, as if draped in a blood-colored cloak. The cloak