A figure slowly stepped out of a distorted spatial rift. He wore divine armor engraved with golden arcane patterns, and a pair of creased, pitch-black wings trembled faintly behind him. An elusive aura of slaughter lingered around him-he was none other than the God of Slaughter, who had descended from the Divine Realm.
Weblike crimson markings covered his exposed arms, and every breath carried a heart-chilling killing aura. Even the surrounding vegetation cowered before his ferocity, its leaves curling slightly and losing their former vitality. The air itself seemed thick with icy killing intent.
Before long, however, the God of Slaughter pressed a hand against his chest, and the surging divine power around him began to rapidly withdraw.
The tremendous power of a Second-Level God receded like an ebbing tide, finally settling at the level of a Titled Douluo in the Mortal Realm. His aura became indistinguishable from that of an ordinary Titled Douluo. Only the occasional flicker of crimson deep in his eyes betrayed his extraordinary identity.
With that done, he crouched and slipped through the forest like a phantom. His steps were so light that he disturbed not a single fallen leaf, leaving only a fleeting black shadow as he crept toward Spirit City.
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu, who had already returned to the Worship Hall, stood before the Angel God Statue. The Chaos Bell in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly gave a faint hum, and the golden patterns on its surface began to glow and flow as though alive. The bell had always been acutely sensitive to fluctuations in space and time, and it had precisely detected the spatial disturbance caused by the God of Slaughter's arrival.
Qian Daoliu raised his eyes to the Chaos Bell floating beside him, a glimmer of understanding crossing his gaze.
"It seems