The Calamity Lord's Awakening

"More than a dozen!"

Voices rang out from the mist ahead, tinged with an inexplicable horror and intense shock.

Then a violent aura burst forth, wild and surging, filling the air with waves of terror.

The aura of law trembled, instantly connecting with the power of authority that existed beyond sight. It spread in full, as though one Saint after another were beginning to descend, displaying their majesty at that very moment.

In the next instant, under the Crimson Lord's astonished gaze, those Calamity Lords charged straight out.

Compared to when they had rushed into the mist earlier, they now looked utterly battered. Wounds covered them from head to toe, revealing the patterns and aura of law. The auras of other Saints clung to them, wreaking havoc on their bodies.

The two Calamity Lords at the very front looked even more wretched. Half of each of their bodies had been shattered, and Divine Blood poured from them as if it were worthless. From the looks of it, their very essence had been wounded.

Seeing their miserable state, the Crimson Lord couldn't help but freeze.

What was going on?

Could other Saints be lurking in that mist?

That shouldn't be possible.

The Calamity World's consciousness hadn't been disturbed. That meant that even if Saints had entered that world, they could only be incarnations at most. Their true bodies shouldn't have actually set foot there yet.

But if they were only incarnations, how could they have beaten the Calamity Lords into such a state?

The Calamity Lords weren't weak. With the Calamity World's consciousness bolstering them, even a lone one would probably take four or five incarnations of Saints just to match, and perhaps even that wouldn't be enough.

With such strength, how had they ended up like this?

A doubt rose