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"What?!" Not only were the Midgod warriors below shocked, but even the Highgod fighting Kasaer was given a tremendous fright!

There was a qualitative difference between Midgods and Highgods. Their divine power alone differed by roughly tenfold, and even a Midgod who had fused profound mysteries could barely match an ordinary Highgod. But Rog? As a Midgod, he had killed Kasaer as easily as slaughtering a chicken. Just how powerful was he?

Could he be a Highgod concealing his soul aura? That was the only explanation Morgan could come up with. As for the possibility that Rog was a heaven-defying Midgod who had fused three profound mysteries, he didn't even dare imagine it.

Yet that was precisely the truth. Over the past two hundred years and more, Rog's Saint Domain True Body and lightning divine clone had worked together to study the profound mysteries, finally achieving a perfect fusion of three, including Lightning Speed. In terms of comprehension alone, he had reached the level of a Six-Star Fiend. But for the Light of Swift Lightning he had just unleashed, Rog had not used fused divine power, only a single type of Midgod Lightning Divine Power.

That attack could only be considered to be at the Five-Star Fiend level, but it had been enough to kill Kasaer in an instant.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield where Deen and Wilson were fighting, something even more shocking soon happened.

I'm not the only one who's improved over these past two hundred years. Without fused divine power, I'm afraid I'm no match for Dimont now. If he used his Innate Divine Ability as well, even I would have to avoid confronting him head-on. The innate ability of a Divine Beast like the Six-Armed Demon Ape truly was heaven-defying. Even if it fell short of the God-Eater Rat's, it wasn't far behind.

Wilson, the leader of the opposing tribe, cultivated the Laws of the Earth and radiated a savage aura. His weapon was a fearsome-looking spiked club.

Deen, meanwhile, gripped a long saber wreathed in serpentine bolts of lightning. He was clearly an expert who had comprehended the Laws of Lightning.

Both of them were Highgods who had fused two profound mysteries. The destructive power of their battle was far beyond anything ordinary Highgods like Morgan and Kasaer could match.

Deen's saber unleashed wave after wave of lightning blades at Wilson. Whatever race Wilson belonged to, he ignored the threat of the blades and charged straight at Deen, braving his attacks.

"What?!" Deen hadn't expected Wilson to have grown so much stronger since they last met. It seemed he had fused another profound mystery suited to defense. Even so, that only meant he had gained another means of fighting his enemies. Overall, he was still at the Five-Star Fiend level, a long way from fusing three profound mysteries.

That said, Wilson's material attacks had already been powerful, and now his defense had improved as well. Aside from being a little faster, Deen had practically no advantage over him. This was going to be a difficult fight.

Just as he was thinking that,

Hmm? Dimont? What use is a Midgod coming over here? Both men noticed Dimont flying toward them, but neither paid him any attention. Even an ordinary Highgod wasn't qualified to interfere in their fight, so what use was a Midgod?

"Collapse and Destruction-second level!" As Dimont flew over, he simply threw a punch!

"Rip!" But the terrifying force Dimont unleashed was truly astonishing. His punch sent ripples through space, as though if it had been any stronger, the space of the Hell Plane would have been unable to withstand it!

"What?!" Wilson only reacted when disaster was upon him, but it was already too late!

What did it mean to almost punch through the space of the Hell Plane? It meant that this punch was definitely at the level of a top-tier Six-Star Fiend, probably not too far short of a Seven-Star Fiend!

"This!" Even Deen was dumbfounded. A Midgod, a Six-Star Fiend?

"Hmph, he was far too weak. If I'd known, I wouldn't have used the second level of Annihilation Fist." Dimont's attack was as full of violent aesthetics as ever.

This time, Wilson, who specialized in defense, was smashed to fragments by a single punch from Dimont. His death was truly a little too miserable.

I've spent these past two hundred years constantly absorbing metal essence. Not only is my body's defense far greater than that of a Highgod Artifact, but my strength has also increased tremendously. Now, even without using any laws, my body alone can match an ordinary Highgod. If I use the first level of Annihilation Fist, I'm among the best of the Five-Star Fiends. On top of that, I've comprehended Collapse and Destruction to the second level over these past two hundred years. Combined with my second-level Annihilation Fist technique, its power... Dimont was very satisfied with this strength.

Although his comprehension of the Edicts was only comparable to the fusion of two profound mysteries, when combined with his current physical strength, the destructive power of his material attacks alone was enough to match a top-tier Six-Star Fiend!

Of course, as his master had put it, his shortcomings as a Six-Star Fiend were still fairly obvious. For instance, when it came to his soul, any Five-Star Fiend skilled in Soul Attacks could easily kill him, so he couldn't be too arrogant.

Whether it was Rog instantly killing Kasaer with a bolt of lightning or Dimont punching Wilson to pieces, it had all happened too suddenly. Many people hadn't even realized what was happening before the battle ended.

"Chief Deen, please deal with the situation quickly. I'm still waiting to go to Golden Feather City." Seeing that Deen had been standing dumbstruck in the air for quite some time, Rog had to speak up and remind him.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Rog, and Lord Dimont, please wait a moment, my lords. I'll take care of things here right away, and then we can set out." Deen started and suddenly came to his senses. He immediately began dealing with the aftermath.

Deen flew between the two sides, who had already stopped fighting.

"You," Deen said in a ringing voice, sweeping his gaze over the Blackrock Tribe's warriors below, "from now on, you will all join my Deen Tribe. Anyone who resists or refuses to join will be killed without exception. Make your choice."

The people of the Blackrock Tribe looked at one another and ultimately chose to join.

There wasn't much of a choice. In the Infernal Realm, the strong ruled. To Midgods like them, did it make any difference who their leader was or what the tribe was called?

And so, the Blackrock Tribe, which had originally planned to come and swallow up the Deen Tribe, was instead absorbed by it.

When Rog and Dimont returned to the Deen Tribe, some of the Midgod warriors who had previously dared to joke with them no longer dared approach. Even Morgan, a Highgod, didn't dare speak loudly.

In the Infernal Realm, strength reigned supreme!

As long as you had enough strength, you would naturally earn everyone's fear and respect.

"Lord Rog, and Lord Dimont, I..." Gray fidgeted, but he couldn't hold back and finally plucked up the courage to approach.

"You want to ask whether Dimont and I are Midgods or Highgods, don't you?" Rog smiled. It was rare for Gray to dare speak to him at a time like this.

"That's right." Gray simply couldn't imagine how a Midgod could possibly kill a Highgod so easily. It had been too great a shock to him.

"You're right. Dimont and I are both Midgods." Rog answered the question readily.

"Then how did you..." Gray couldn't help asking again.

"You want to ask why we're so strong when we're Midgods?" Rog looked at Gray. He had a fairly good opinion of him.

"Right." Gray nodded instinctively.

"Enough, Gray! How dare you ask a question like that? My lords, Gray, he..." Seeing that his foolish younger brother actually had so little sense of propriety, Domir immediately came over to stop him, afraid he would offend the two experts.

"All right, Domir, it's no great secret. Once you two have spent enough time in the Infernal Realm, you'll naturally learn about it." Rog waved a hand. He was in a good mood today and didn't mind giving Gray a few pointers.

"You should both know by now that comprehending one profound mystery makes you a Lowgod, comprehending two makes you a Midgod, and comprehending all six makes you a Highgod. But what comes after becoming a Highgod?" Rog asked the two of them. He didn't expect them to answer, however, and continued explaining.

"There are only six profound mysteries of a law, but the gap between Highgods can be even greater than the gap between a Highgod and a Midgod. It all comes down to one thing: the fusion of profound mysteries!" Rog had finally reached the crucial point.

"Fusion of profound mysteries? Fusion of profound mysteries!" Inspiration struck Gray, and he suddenly understood something.

"That's right. The reason there's a gap between Highgods is the fusion of profound mysteries. Any two of the six profound mysteries of a single law can be fused. Once fused, their power increases tenfold! Of course, different combinations of profound mysteries have different strengths. Take Wilson. In terms of attack, he probably fused the Profound Mystery of Strength, which gave him tremendous power. For defense, he probably fused Earth Pulsation, making him a particularly troublesome opponent even for Deen, who was also a Five-Star Fiend." Rog explained slowly.

"Although both of them fused two profound mysteries, Wilson had fused more combinations, so he had more methods at his disposal and could more easily gain an advantage against someone of the same level. And beyond the fusion of two profound mysteries, there's the fusion of three, four, even five, and finally all six!" Rog's voice carried a hint of a power that could sway people's hearts.

"With each additional profound mystery fused, the power increases tenfold. So even a Midgod can match a Highgod by fusing two, and by fusing three, he can even turn the tables and kill an ordinary Highgod." Rog looked at Gray again.

"Do you understand now? From what I can see, your talent for the Laws of Fire is fairly good too. In just two hundred years, you've already cultivated to the fifth profound mystery. But let me give you a warning: without fusing profound mysteries, even if you become a Highgod, your strength will only be ordinary. What's more, it's far easier for a Midgod to fuse profound mysteries than for a Highgod. Once you become a Highgod, fusing profound mysteries immediately becomes more than a hundred times harder. That's why I haven't rushed to break through to the Highgod level." What Rog had said was no secret to anyone in the Infernal Realm with a little strength and status.

But to the brothers Domir and Gray, who knew nothing about any of it, these were extraordinary pointers.