Yan Zhe shrieked hoarsely as he fled in panic across the arena, a hundred miles long and wide. Such an arena was incomparably vast to mortals, but to gods, it was too small, far too small, far too small! With only a few flashes, Abidal arrived before Yan Zhe, and then his enormous body exploded with a thunderous roar.
A mass of black fire filled the entire arena. The arena formed from hellfire let out a low hum. The black membrane of light covering it flickered lightly, sending out a few ripples, then swiftly vanished without a trace. The gods who witnessed this all let out despairing groans at once—a powerful Chief God had detonated his life essence and divine soul, yet still could not break the defensive barrier of this tiny arena. Forget destroying the whole arena.
A Shinu looked at the black blaze produced by Abidal's self-destruction, both shocked and delighted. He cried out hoarsely, "Abidal, my good brother! You, you, you truly are my good brother! Don't worry, I'll take care of your women and children for you! Ah, brave Abidal—if we can get out alive, what an immense service you will have rendered us!"
Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers, Solder, and the others all applauded and cheered. Abidal's fearless bravery had truly earned their unanimous admiration. Best of all, perhaps his self-destruction would kill Yan Zhe outright. Without their supreme commander, the Spirit God Clan would no longer pose much of a threat!
The black fire gradually dispersed, and a black sun abruptly appeared upon the arena. Yan Zhe was madly devouring the raging heat currents produced by Abidal's self-destruction, while his body, riddled with holes, rapidly healed. Above Yan Zhe's head, a translucent black crown nine tiers high swayed gently. It was precisely the existence of