Amphoreus, " Abyss of Fate " Dawncloud Cliff
Like a golden storm of war, Mydei raged across the collapsed ruins and surging Black Tide beneath the Dawncloud Cliff.
Each swing of the " Spear of Divine Retribution," formed from pure " Strife " divine power, was accompanied by a space-shattering explosion and the mournful annihilation howls of the Black Tide's creations.
The rotting Black Tide creations were torn apart and burned to ashes by divine flames, while the viscous black mud vaporized and dissipated the moment it touched his burning battle patterns.
Mydei trampled over the filthy wreckage, his golden eyes burning with an inextinguishable rage. With each step, he crushed a struggling monster, carving out a pure land ablaze with golden flames from the filthy tide.
"Roar--!!!"
Another furious lion's roar, accompanied by the ultimate slam of the warhammer!
The golden shockwave spread out in a ring, turning the last few dozen Black Tide Creatures that had gathered and rushed towards them, along with the broken walls and ruins where they were hiding, into dust!
Smoke and filthy black mist slowly settled. The battlefield instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Apart from Mydei's heavy breathing and the crackling of the golden flames burning on his body, there was no other sound.
As far as the eye could see, there were only charred pits and slowly drifting, filthy embers.
Is it over? Mydei leaned on the " Spear of Divine Retribution," his molten gold pupils scanning the battlefield that he and Castorice Purification together.
Deep purple death mud crystals floated at the edge of the battlefield, like lighthouses of the Underworld, exuding a cold and calming aura, with no more Black Tide to drag them along.
However, just as the silence of victory was about to settle—
A bone-chilling cold, originating from the depths of one's soul, exploded without warning from behind Mydei!
That is a denial of existence itself, a harbinger of the end of all things, an absolute stillness that even the divine fire of " Strife " flickers and trembles in!
Mydei's muscles tensed instantly, becoming as stiff as steel, and every nerve sounded the highest level of alarm!
He turned around abruptly, and the " Spear of Divine Retribution " unleashed a burst of intense golden light, protecting him!
I saw it.
Less than ten meters behind him, on the scorched earth that had just been Purification by the golden divine flames, a figure draped in a wide black robe stood there silently, as if emerging directly from the deepest eternal night.
The shadow beneath the hood was bottomless, as if it swallowed all the light.
The stark white bone spikes pierced the black robe, and the jagged, ash-bone wings behind him, like a solidified shadow of death, slightly unfurled.
The mere existence of that person brought with it a terrifying sense of oppression that seemed to freeze space and slow down time.
The air was as heavy as mercury, and every breath was icy and stinging.
The Flame Reaver! The culprit who just extinguished the dawn and caused this disaster, he has returned!
Mydei's heart felt as if it were being gripped by a cold, giant hand, but the golden flames in his eyes did not extinguish; instead, they burned even more fiercely!
Fear? Retreat? In the dictionary of the " Strife " demigods... the Kremnosians, such words have never existed!
The battle markings all over Mydei's body seemed to come alive, bursting out with the light of the sun!
He abandoned the heavy " Spear of Divine Retribution," compressing all the divine power of " Strife," all his anger, and all his will into his right fist.
He transformed into a burning golden meteor, carrying a violent aura capable of shattering stars and tearing apart destiny, and charged headlong into the motionless Flame Reaver!
Wherever the fist passed, the space groaned under its strain, leaving a scorching trail!
The golden phantom of a lion condensed to its fullest extent behind him, opened its massive maw, and let out a silent roar, merging with Mydei's fist, determined to completely shatter the being beneath the black robe!
Just as Mydei's fist was about to touch that black-robed figure!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
Three deep purple death mud crystals, like arrows of judgment shot from the deepest part of the Underworld, appeared out of nowhere from three tricky angles without warning, wrapping around the Flame Reaver's legs and sword-wielding arm.
A chilling aura of death erupted instantly, attempting to drag him into an Eternity Dormancy —a deadly aid from the Castorice that transcended the barriers of the Underworld.
However--
The Flame Reaver didn't even turn his head. He simply flicked his arm, which held the straight sword dripping with viscous shadow, as casually as if brushing away dust.
Swish!
A condensed, dark purple arc of light flashed by, and the death mud crystal wrapped around his arm snapped as easily as a fragile glass thread.
The fracture was as smooth as a mirror; the deep purple death energy didn't even have time to groan before it was completely swallowed up by the annihilation power contained in the arc of light.
Immediately afterwards, the Flame Reaver, wearing worn-out leather boots, seemingly casually stepped on the ground.
Click!
The deathly mud crystals that had been binding her legs shattered inch by inch, turning into specks of cold purple light that vanished without a trace.
The deathly bondage that could freeze a soul was as fragile as a child's toy before him.
At this moment, Mydei's golden fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains, had already struck in front of the Flame Reaver.
Faced with this devastating attack, the Flame Reaver finally made a move.
His right hand, which had just severed the Death Crystal and was gripping the sword, did not rise to parry. Instead, he casually extended his left hand, wrapped in a tattered leather glove, forward with his fingers spread.
The fist of Mydei, burning with golden divine flames and condensing the shadow of a majestic lion, was simply caught by a seemingly ordinary palm.
Buzz--!
An invisible, terrifying recoil force instantly spread throughout Mydei's body from his arm.
He felt as if he had crashed not into a hand, but into an indestructible abyss of despair that had been frozen for millions of years.
The divine flames burning on his fist flickered and dimmed violently the moment they touched the black glove, as if they had encountered their nemesis, emitting a painful groan.
The ferocious golden lion phantom, after letting out a mournful wail, suddenly dissipated like a candle flickering in the wind.
Mydei's pupils constricted sharply, and for the first time, disbelief and horror were reflected in his molten gold eyes.
The shadow beneath the Flame Reaver's hood seemed to shift slightly, as if silently expressing indifference.
Or rather, it's a complete, condescending disregard.
He seemed to have lost all interest in Mydei and didn't want to waste even a second on this newly ascended demigod.
And so, to the horrified gaze of his Mydei, the Flame Reaver raised his right hand, the one holding the weapon, and mimicked the gesture of the person Remembrance, gently rubbing his thumb and middle finger together—
Smack!
A crisp, short snap of the fingers rang out!
With that soft sound, Mydei felt an irresistible and incomprehensible spatial force instantly envelop him.
The space around him was cracked like fragile glass and collapsed with a crash!
Before Mydei could react, the figure burning with golden flames, along with the lingering horror and anger in his eyes, collapsed on the spot and finally disappeared without a trace.
Only one thing, at the spot where Mydei had vanished, lost its support and fell softly onto the scorched earth with a clatter.
It was a crystal, roughly the size of a fist, with an irregular shape.
Its entire body exudes a deep, amber-colored light, as if containing endless fighting spirit and conflict, with a golden lion shadow seemingly roaring inside.
On the surface of the crystal, a clear, dark purple spearhead mark, like a shameful scar, is deeply etched, exuding a chilling aura.
This is the " Strife " Core Flame conjured by the Flame Reaver, let's just call it a trophy.
Don't get me wrong, the Flame Reaver didn't do anything to Mydei; he simply sent this powerful " Strife " demigod... to where he was needed.