"Ninety-eight."
"Ninety-nine."
Crimson heads rolled to the ground one after another.
Their faces were terrified, their eyes still open in death.
With the Law of Slaughter empowering him, these Alien Races were like lambs awaiting slaughter before Old Ninth.
A foul stench of blood filled the Secret Realm.
Old Ninth excitedly admired the corpses among the ruins and stretched in satisfaction.
A full ninety-nine Alien Race experts.
He had absorbed the strength of ninety-nine experts.
Now, even without using the Law of Slaughter, he was no weaker than Pseudo Nine Awakenings.
Meanwhile, the Main God in the sky had already begun to consider retreating.
He was only a Divine Soul. Against Old Ninth, who possessed the Power of Law and had absorbed the cultivation of ninety-nine experts, his chances of winning were no longer high.
Unless his true body descended-but he could clearly sense White Garment's terrifying aura locked onto him.
"Keep going, God! Hahaha!" Old Ninth looked back arrogantly.
His killing intent rose further.
Mist-like, crimson killing aura shrouded his entire body.
His scarlet eyes locked onto his opponent.
"Ignorant brat. If my true body descended, killing you would take no more than a finger. I'll spare you today."
The Main God stared at Old Ninth for a long time before finally deciding to leave.
Unless he could destroy both his body and soul with a single strike, he could not kill him at all.
Left with no choice, he could only retreat.
The enormous manifestation in the sky slowly dissipated.
Almost none of the Alien Races in the Secret Realm had survived.
Inside the tavern.
They had watched the entire battle between Old Ninth and the Main God.
Little White Tiger smiled with satisfaction. This trip to the Secret Realm had not been wasted.
White Garment's chances