"Gustavo actually killed Mephisto." Govar stared blankly at the lifeless Demonic Crystal Lion King, muttering to himself.
He never expected that the first Invincible Demigod to fall in the Demon-Hunting War would happen right before his eyes.
Those are Invincible True God, far fewer in number than the Main God. If they wished, they could break through to become Main God at any time. The reason they remain in place is to open up a higher level of the Main God Dao.
Yet this promising individual has now become a cold, lifeless corpse, devoured by the even more ferocious and savage Dragon-Hunting Spider. In no time, he was completely consumed.
Spider silk spread out, revealing a Main God Artifact shaped like wings— the Wings of Vanishing Shadow.
Gustavo examined the trophy, a look of delight in his eyes.
The Wings of Vanishing Shadow is a Main God Artifact artifact of the Shadow element with secondary spatial element, produced by the Abyss. Gustavo, with his mastery of a thousand Divine Law, can fully adapt to it and unleash its full power.
"With this Main God Artifact, my speed will increase, and my efficiency in hunting down prey will be much higher."
Moreover, after devouring the Demonic Crystal Lion King Mephisto, Gustavo could clearly sense that more than one Divine Law was forming in the Devouring Divine Realm, turning into threads that merged into the enormous spider web, enhancing its power and might.
"As expected, the rewards are only truly substantial when you kill powerful enemies." Gustavo grinned, his chilling aura causing Govar, standing some distance away, to involuntarily take a deep breath.
If Gustavo hadn't just saved him, Govar would have turned and run away the moment he encountered such a world-destroying behemoth, and wouldn't have stayed in one place for even a moment.
Now, although his scalp tingled and a sense of danger pierced his senses like needles, Govar still stepped forward, bowed, and thanked Gustavo for saving his life.
"Thank you for your rescue, sir. I, Govar, swear in the name of my people that I will repay your kindness in the future," Govar solemnly promised.
Gustavo glanced at him, feigning indifference, and waved his hand, signaling the latter to leave.
Govar was taken aback, then bowed again before transforming into a streak of light and disappearing into the horizon.
After a fierce battle, the demons of the Lightless Plane suffered heavy casualties, and screams of agony echoed throughout the land.
Gustavo looked down and shook his head.
"Sigh, I'm still too kind; I can't bear to hear these cries of despair..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gustavo opened his mouth wide, and a Black Hole suddenly appeared, stretching across the sky Lightless Plane. A terrifying devouring power erupted, like a hurricane passing through, and in an instant, it swept away all the remaining demons in the entire plane, whether they were whole or severely injured or crippled, and devoured them all.
With a satisfying smile, Gustavo patted his belly, producing a crisp, resonant sound. He then made a gentle slash, creating a spatial rift in front of him. He slipped inside and vanished.
The delayed footage was transmitted shortly afterward.
This caused a huge uproar.
"They actually killed the Demonic Crystal Lion King, Mephisto!"
"That was Invincible True God, yet he died at the hands of Gustavo."
"Govar didn't even lift a finger; it was entirely Gustavo's power. That's terrifying."
"Among the many participants in the Demon-Hunting War, Gustavo's strength is probably second to none, isn't it?"
The fall of the Invincible True God caused a huge stir, with various discussions arising one after another, including a great deal of amazement and praise for Gustavo's strength.
Many True God who didn't participate in the Demon-Hunting War felt incredibly fortunate; with such monsters around, they were glad they hadn't joined the fray.
Gustavo and Lancelot each stirred up trouble somewhere in the Astral Realm, forging their formidable reputations.
Beyond the Astral Realm, somewhere in the Chaos Sea, within another realm, Logo had already lived for a thousand years.
The Spirit Saint Domain.
The Mortal Realm.
A Mortal Realm called the Fire Velvet Middle Thousand World.
A few years ago, a war broke out between the Great Yi Dynasty and the newly formed Alliance of All Realms.
Neither side could do anything about the other.
Great Yi had not expected that the enemy would be able to withstand the vanguard's advance.
The Alliance of All Realms was even more shocked, as a significant portion of their powerful members came from the Divine Realm.
I thought that the Mortal Realm powers and spells of mere mortal spiritual cultivators were nothing to worry about and could be easily acquired.
Unexpectedly, upon impact, it felt like kicking a steel plate.
The opponent's magical artifacts, spells, and various war weapons powered by spirit stones are all extremely terrifying.
Although the number of high-level experts was far inferior to that of the Alliance of All Realms, the Great Yi Dynasty did not suffer a defeat in a real battle.
This was still the result of the Great Yi Dynasty being caught off guard by a surprise attack and not being prepared.
It's easy to imagine that once both sides actually get into a head-on battle, it's really hard to say who will win.
However, the Alliance of All Realms was not discouraged.
As the end of the era approaches, the barrier between the Mortal Realm and the Divine Realm is weakening at an extremely rapid pace.
Now, spiritual practitioners at the Manifestation level hardly need to consume many resources when descending to the mortal realm.
It is foreseeable that in a few years, deities will be able to descend to the mortal realm on a large scale.
By then, no matter how strong the Great Yi Dynasty becomes, it will be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot when faced with the descent of the gods; it will be nothing more than overestimating its own strength.
With this in mind, the Alliance of All Realms did not launch another large-scale counterattack.
The same was true for the Great Yi Dynasty.
However, the two sides are not in a state of peace.
It's commonplace for them to slap each other or kick each other.
This day.
Located in the northern region of a vast continent in the Fire Velvet World, bordering the territory of the Great Yi Dynasty and the Alliance of All Realms.
The brisk west wind, carrying the unique dust and earthy smell of the wilderness, swept past the guards, each clad in standard armor with eyes as sharp as hawks.
A majestic city with walls hundreds of feet high stands on the desolate land. On the rough surface of the walls, intricate Spirit Pattern flash from time to time, dazzling and mesmerizing.
This is a small border outpost under the jurisdiction of the Great Yi Dynasty, where a force of a thousand men is stationed.
The guards were all spiritual cultivators, equipped with standard magical artifacts, and there were also powerful Dao soldiers dormant within the city, ready to be activated at any time.
There are two or three thousand similar border fortresses in this wilderness.
Their main role, besides resisting sporadic attacks from the Alliance of All Realms, is primarily to serve as a vigilant force.
"I heard that Fortress Fifty-Two just won a battle, repelling the attacking enemy and receiving personal commendation from the Commander-in-Chief."
On the city wall, a sentry with distinct features of a spirit beast, holding a thick spear, gazed at the distant wilderness, his tone tinged with envy.