The Fall of Electra, the Shocked Prefect

"What, what kind of power is this?" Cold sweat immediately seeped from Electra's forehead as his two clones retreated rapidly, then converged into one.

Electra had seen more than one expert who cultivated the profound mysteries of the Water Law, but this was the first time he had ever seen a move like this. Even before the collision, he instinctively sensed danger.

"This is? A move that perfectly integrates the Mystery of Roundness and Softness into an attack!" In the spectator stands, Emmanuel saw this scene and his eyes widened instantly, nearly causing him to stand up.

As a Seven-Star Demon of the Four Divine Beasts Clan, he himself cultivated the profound mysteries of the Water Law. He had even witnessed the sparring sessions between the clan leader Gaiseresen and his grandmother, the Great Elder Gaia, so his knowledge and understanding of the Water Law were top-tier.

Among the profound mysteries of the Water Law, the most bizarre is the Mystery of Roundness and Softness, which perfectly interprets the power of overcoming hardness with softness and infinite variability. Within the Four Divine Beasts Clan, experts who cultivate the Water Law primarily focus their attacks on the sharp strikes and illusory attacks derived from the Mystery of Ice and the Mystery of Mist.

Among these, while it is true that the physique and innate divine abilities of the Azure Dragon Clan are better suited to these two mysteries, it is also undeniable that the Mystery of Roundness and Softness, being the most bizarre of the Water Law's mysteries, is extremely difficult to fuse and apply. Even Gaiseresen and Gaia, who are Asuras within the Four Divine Beasts Clan, have not been able to fully fuse the Mystery of Roundness and Softness.

The reason Gaiseresen and Gaia possess the strength of an Asura relies largely on the physical talents of their second-generation super divine beast bodies rather than the fusion of profound mysteries. After all, Gaiseresen's physical strength is considered top-tier even among Asuras; aside from a few freaks like Beirut, few exceed him, which is enough to compensate for any gap in profound mysteries.

"For this move, I can only fight it head-on!"

Various thoughts flashed through Electra's mind, even the idea of surrendering outright, but he immediately decided to take the risk. After all, the opponent had only used one move; if he surrendered now, it would be equivalent to being scared out of his wits, and the Prefect would surely be very dissatisfied.

It would be better to try and fight it; at worst, he could surrender after this move. Although this attack looked powerful and his intuition suggested it might be enough to defeat him, it shouldn't be enough to kill him in one strike.

"Hum~"

Electra's two clones began to condense divine power simultaneously. Gray ripples spread out, and blood-colored translucent flames also condensed in front of him.

"Light of Destruction."

"Fire of Repentance."

The Fire of Repentance of the Death Law can be converted from a soul attack into a physical attack by shifting the circulation of divine power. Although its power is not as great as the Law of Destruction, the combination of the two is not to be underestimated.

The translucent flames and the black light shadow began to spiral upward simultaneously, rushing toward the monstrous web in the void, attempting to tear an opening.

The white threads, upon being struck, trembled slightly. A layer of delicate mist emerged on their surface, wrapping around the divine power of destruction and death in the blink of an eye, then absorbing and dissipating it bit by bit. The entire web continued to cover him without losing speed, and the originally loose grid space began to shrink rapidly.

"How—is this possible?"

Electra's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, but it was already too late to make any other response.

The white threads contracted at high speed, and Electra's body was instantly entangled and covered. His entire body condensed and turned into a translucent blue, then, like a shattering ice cube, dissipated in mid-air. Two Godheads and a Spatial Ring fell to the ground.

Seven-Star Demon Electra—fallen.

Silence!

The entire arena fell into a state of stillness. Everyone in the spectator stands watched this scene with their mouths agape, momentarily dazed.

"Ren! Ren! Ren!"

I don't know how much time passed, but following the first person to shout, everyone in the arena began to chant Ren's name. Even among the crowd of the Four Divine Beasts Clan, a young girl from the Vermilion Bird Clan looked eager to join in, but her brother immediately pressed down on her shoulder.

Ren's figure slowly landed back on the Battle Arena. He had no reaction to the deafening cheers around him. He knew very well that if he were the one who had died just now, these people would be shouting Electra's name instead. This was the rule of the Battlefield: the strong are pursued, and the weak are forgotten.

"Although I am already an expert among Seven-Star Demons, I am still far behind the Purple Blood Demon and the Silver Moon Demon."

Ren raised his right hand, collected Electra's Spatial Ring and Godhead, and couldn't help but shake his head.

To ordinary gods, a Seven-Star Demon is an existence to be looked up to, but within the group of Seven-Star Demons themselves, there is a huge gap. This was most evident when the Four Divine Beasts Clan fought the Eight Great Clans; when Delia was injured, Linley, in a fit of rage, killed five Seven-Star Demons by himself.

If Electra's strength were to fight against Seven-Star Demons like Emmanuel or Garvey, he could achieve an overwhelming victory, but against Blue, he would have no chance of winning at all. Although Ren had never fought Blue, he could infer that his own Water Divine Clone would not be weaker than Blue.

Ren's success in achieving sixty consecutive victories drew even greater attention and also led to some discussions about the Prefect in Liang'an City.

A day later, at Tamojin Lake, a hurried figure flew rapidly into the Prefect's mansion, as if something monumental had happened.

"This is going to be a disaster." Hobbs's face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans gathered on his forehead. Thinking of the reaction the Prefect might have, he slowed his hurried pace significantly.

"Hoo!" After taking a deep breath, Hobbs suppressed the shock and panic in his heart. His expression became much more normal as he slowly walked into the small courtyard where the Prefect resided.

At this moment, inside the courtyard, the Prefect Alfred was sitting on a stone chair, holding an exquisite silver wine cup, quietly savoring it.

Although as an Asura who had lived for countless years, Alfred had tasted all kinds of delicacies in Hell and drunk all kinds of fine wines—things that could hardly bring him surprises anymore—it did not prevent him from tasting them occasionally in his spare time from cultivation.

Ever since the steward Hobbs came to report a few days ago, Alfred had temporarily stopped his cultivation. After all, Electra would come to report to him after the battle ended, and there was no need for him to do anything else these past few days.

"Swish!"

A white figure condensed. The steward Hobbs walked slowly into the courtyard with his head slightly lowered, arriving before Alfred.

"Hmm? Why did you come alone?" Alfred scanned Hobbs, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his brow. In his view, Electra would definitely come to report with Hobbs, and if that Ren's strength was decent, Electra would have brought him along to be recruited as a subordinate.

However, now, only the white-haired steward Hobbs had come. A bad premonition immediately rose in Alfred's heart.

"Prefect, Electra, he... he is dead. He was killed by Ren." Hobbs lowered his head and spoke cautiously.

"What did you say?" Alfred stood up from the stone chair instantly. The wine cup in his hand turned into powder, and an eerie purple light flashed in his eyes.