The wind howled. An unparalleled storm brewed beneath the dark sky, and an eerie rain of blood poured down. At that moment, the Golden Ancient Tree became the center of the world.
Inside the ancient tree, where all was calm, Huo Yuhao rose to his feet. He gave Di Qiu'er an encouraging look and held out his right hand.
Anxiety crossed her beautiful face, but vanished the instant their eyes met. She clasped his hand, resolve shining in her eyes.
Holding her hand tight, Huo Yuhao left the Golden Ancient Tree. A blood-red aura surged through the air, and thunder rang out like the roar of a god.
"Yuhao, I've never been more grateful that we met. I believe in you. Come back alive, and don't leave me waiting alone at our wedding next year."
Di Qiu'er gave him a playful smile and buried her worry. She simply gazed at him, unwilling to forget this moment.
"Don't worry. Once today is over, everything will settle down."
Huo Yuhao spoke calmly, then looked toward the busy members of the Spirit Pagoda. "Everyone of the Spirit Pagoda, today we join forces to slay gods. Even if the Divine Realm descends, the Spirit Pagoda can fight and prevail."
Every member of the Spirit Pagoda touched the tower emblem on their chest and answered solemnly, "We stand with you, Tower Master. The Divine Realm can be defeated."
A red haze began to engulf the skies above the Douluo Continent. Divine auras surrounded it on every side. The anchor points were in place, and the Death Demigod Realm descended.
Deep in the dreadful darkness, a rift split apart. A black dragon emerged and swiftly circled above the continent.
It was followed by a staff-bearing figure wreathed in the stench of decay. Countless bloody handprints covered