73: Chapter 73 The Situation on the Magnolia Continent!
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The Yulan Continent.
The peace of the past had been completely shattered.
Those experts who escaped from the Plane Prison spread rapidly like a virus.
They craved land, craved power, and even more, they craved the ability to hold the power of life and death over others.
"Any God-level Expert is not allowed to step foot into the Dark Forest."
"Violators will die."
Just then.
Beirut's voice, carried by Divine Power, rang in the ears of every surviving expert.
Hearing Beirut's words.
Many God-level Experts felt very displeased.
But the strength Beirut displayed was too formidable.
No matter how displeased they were, they dared not disobey Beirut's order.
Thus.
The Dark Forest became a forbidden zone of the Yulan Continent.
Since the Dark Forest was a forbidden zone.
The remaining territory naturally became a hot commodity.
...
The OBrien Empire.
Martial God Mountain.
First Disciple Faen was sitting guard on the mountaintop.
However, the expression on his face was ugly to the extreme.
He could feel dozens of Divine Senses sweeping recklessly over his head.
"OBrien, a mere Lowgod."
"Does such trash deserve to occupy a vast territory?"
A mocking voice rang out in the sky.
The sky split open.
Nearly a thousand God-level Experts, a dark mass, shrouded Martial God Mountain like a layer of clouds.
The man in the lead wore a magnificent robe, his demeanor arrogant, his gaze filled with a sickly desire for control.
Adkins.
A Highgod at the level of a Six-Star Fiend.
The followers behind him were all ruthless and vicious individuals.
"Scram, or die."
Looking at Faen below.
Adkins extended a finger and pointed toward the distant horizon.
Faen gritted his teeth, just about to retort.
Behind Adkins, a shifty-eyed Midgod attacked first.
A dark red energy wave crashed down.
Martial God Mountain, this Holy Land that had stood for thousands of years, collapsed in an instant.
Countless Disciples let out desperate wails and were instantly annihilated.
Faen was shaken, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.
He knew that all was lost.
In front of these true experts from the Plane Prison.
He, the so-called First Disciple Faen, was nothing but a joke.
...
At the same moment.
The Dawson Empire, Huayang City.
The atmosphere here was also tense to the extreme.
At the Empire's border, the presence of three God-level Experts pressed over without any concealment.
The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a dark purple robe.
His name was Barnard, a Midgod who had comprehended five profound mysteries.
In the Plane Prison, he was also a powerful figure.
"This place is not bad."
"The Heaven and Earth Elemental energy is passable."
"The key is that these Mortals look like they have quite vigorous Bloodlines."
Barnard hovered high in the sky, overlooking the bustling Huayang City.
"My Lord, such a place is actually called an Empire?"
"In my opinion, let's just slaughter the royal Family and be local emperors here."
A Lowgod beside him chuckled.
"Hmm."
"First, teach these natives a lesson, so they know who the real master is."
Barnard nodded, his expression cold.
He slowly raised his hand, and a ball of scorching energy gathered in his palm.
The energy ball whistled out, aimed directly at the imperial palace of Huayang City.
If this strike landed, half the city would be reduced to scorched earth.
Just at this moment.
A khaki light screen appeared out of thin air.
The light screen was as thick as the earth and indestructible.
Boom!
The fireball struck the light screen, causing only an insignificant ripple.
"Hmm?"
Barnard's face sank.
"Who dares to stop me?"
Two figures flew out from the direction of the Dawson Empire's Forbidden Ground.
One was as steady as a mountain.
One was as fierce as a raging fire.
Sals, Walker.
These two magic pets, personally promoted by Allen Dawson, were now genuine Highgods.
Although they were Highgods who achieved their rank by refining Godsparks.
But in a low-level plane like the Yulan Continent, a Highgod was absolute class suppression.
Sals looked at the void that had been scorched by flames, his eyes exceptionally cold.
In his mind, he recalled Allen Dawson's instructions before leaving.
"The Dawson Empire is the Foundation of my Family."
"Whoever touches it, dies."
Sals's deep, heavy voice echoed in the sky, making Barnard's ears ache.
"Where did this trash come from, daring to run wild in the Dawson Empire?"
Barnard's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
He could feel it.
Highgods!
And there were two of them!
His legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
This wasn't right!
In a barren place like the Yulan Continent.
Besides Beirut, how could two Highgods just pop out?
"My Lord."
"These... these are Highgods!"
The Lowgod behind him was terrified to the point of wetting himself.
Barnard braced his courage and cupped his hands.
"Two My Lords, it's a misunderstanding!"
"We have just arrived and did not know that Highgods were stationed here..."
Walker snorted coldly, flames erupting all over his body.
"A misunderstanding?"
"If that strike of yours had landed, how many of my Master's kin would have died?"
"Since you've attacked, don't bother leaving."
Walker had a fiery temper.
He didn't even give the other party a chance to beg for mercy, turning into an afterimage.
It was too fast.
The speed of a Highgod was simply not something a Midgod could track.
Immediately after, intense pain arrived.
Walker's palm, like a steel blade, directly pierced through his chest.
That divine fire he was so proud of was extinguished silently in the face of Walker's Divine Power.
"The Master's majesty cannot be violated."
Walker squeezed fiercely.
Barnard's Godspark, along with his body, was burned into nothingness.
The remaining few Lowgods hadn't even reacted before they were crushed into meat paste by the earth gravity field Sals created with a casual wave.
And the commoners of Huayang City didn't even know what had happened.
They only saw a few flashes of light in the sky, and then everything returned to calm.
Sals stood high in the sky, his Divine Sense sweeping across.
He bowed slightly toward the direction of the Dark Forest, then turned to Walker and said.
"It hasn't been peaceful lately."
"Those lunatics are all popping out."
Walker licked his lips, a hint of Evil Qi appearing in his eyes.
"I don't care who pops out."
"Whoever dares to come to the Dawson Empire, one by one, kill them all and feed them to the dogs."
...
At this time.
15th floor of the Necropolis of the Gods.
Allen Dawson did not know about the chaos happening in the outside world.
He was standing above a sea of red death.
Opposite him was a man wearing ragged armor and holding a broken broadsword.
Laws of Destruction, Highgod.
The aura on this person was more than just a little bit stronger than Death High-level God Morpheus.
That aura of destruction, condensed to the extreme, caused the surrounding space to constantly shatter.
"Midgod?"
The man spoke, his voice as dry as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.
"It's impressive that you could reach this floor."
"But here, everyone must follow the rules."
Allen Dawson twirled his sword.
"Rules are set by the strong."
"I want to test if you are qualified to talk about rules with me."
The man stopped talking nonsense.
The broadsword in his hand slashed down fiercely.
This strike had no feints, only pure power and dead silence.
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