Across the twelfth floor of the Tomb of the Gods, the vast, deathly silent territory slowly returned to peace.
After the earth-shaking battle to the death against Di Lige, a Five-Star Fiend Highgod, the savage violence and deathly baleful aura left in the world by the Midgods and Lowgods killed on the twelfth floor gradually dissipated.
The oppressive gloom that had shrouded it for ages, weighing on hearts and minds until they could barely breathe, finally faded completely.
They had survived the calamity, and everyone had returned to camp.
The moment Shiheng, covered in the smoke of battle and stained with blood, walked back into the twelfth-floor camp after returning alone from holding the rear in the deadly thirteenth floor-
An indescribable surge of joy, warmth, and profound relief welled up in everyone present.
The nerves they had kept stretched to the limit for days suddenly eased, and their rigid bodies slowly relaxed. Eyes reddened as days of accumulated worry, fear, and concern all turned into the warmth of having survived.
Kailin tightly gripped the Life Staff in her delicate hands, her slender fingertips trembling slightly. The gentle yet resilient life deity's composure faltered at that moment, revealing all the lingering fear and joy of reunion she had hidden in her heart.
Even Tarrossa, normally calm and detached, his heart firm as stone and rarely moved, had a deep trace of relief flicker through his cool, profound eyes.
Everyone had witnessed the entire bloody battle on the thirteenth floor.
They had watched Shiheng defy the odds and hold the rear alone, confronting Di Lige, a Five-Star Fiend Highgod, by himself.
That terrifying power truly stood above all Midgods and crushed every Lowgod. It was the absolute divine might of a Tomb Keeper of the Tomb of the Gods.
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