Let Go of That "Holy King"!

The hall's ceiling had collapsed by nearly half, with half of the Floating Island embedded overhead. Through the holes, the black Suffering Thorns that had been blasted through could vaguely be seen.

"Cough, cough... Cough, cough..."

A bout of violent coughing came from ahead.

Colin looked up and saw that the old man who had previously worn splendid attire now looked exceptionally wretched and weak.

Because of Colin's interference, he had been unable to defend himself effectively. After taking the impact, his body was covered in cracks, making him look like a man drenched in blood.

Yet his eyes were filled with terrifying, intense hatred as he stared at Colin. "Since you're so eager to seek death, don't blame me!"

What he hated was not the damage Colin had caused here, but the profound desecration Colin had inflicted upon his authority.

Forcing him to display himself before the world in such an ugly state.

As he spoke, the old man, who looked as though he was on the verge of death, raised the golden holy sword in his hand and plunged it into his own neck.

Then, his entire body fell to the ground.

Colin made no attempt to stop him during this process, because what he wanted was for the other party's Miracle true body to descend.

Less than a second after the Holy King "executed himself," a violent gale erupted from where he had fallen. Immediately afterward, the entire hall—no, this entire vast region—began displaying extremely abnormal phenomena.

High above, dark clouds layered upon one another, and the sky grew extraordinarily dim. Wild winds howled, carrying chaotic roars like those of beasts, old men, and Giants.

Specks of ash drifted down in all directions, seeming as though they would blanket and drown this land.

As these abnormalities appeared,