97: Chapter 97: A Powerful Slaying of Odin!

Yulan Continent.

In just one breath of time, Allen Dawson's Divine Sense covered the entire Yulan Continent.

In every corner of the Yulan Continent, those God-level Experts who had just escaped from the Gebados Prison were like frightened quails. One by one, they retracted their auras and pressed themselves tightly against the ground, feigning death.

Inside the Dark Forest, the fruit wine that Beirut had just refilled nearly spilled out. He widened those small eyes of his.

"What a spendthrift!"

Beirut's mouth twitched uncontrollably. To actually use sovereign force for a continent-wide search? Such a nouveau riche style was luxurious even to him, a Sovereign.

However, Beirut soon revealed a look of appreciation. Although he didn't know how that guy named Odin had offended Allen Dawson, Allen Dawson's willingness to spare no cost to root out the trouble showed a decisiveness and courage far superior to those stingy God-level Experts.

At this moment, Allen Dawson had his eyes tightly closed.

A massive stream of information flowed back into his brain through his Divine Sense. He was like a precision supercomputer, rapidly screening every Divine-Grade aura on the continent.

Lowgod of Wind, excluded. Midgod of Earth, excluded. Highgod of Water, too weak, excluded.

One by one, pieces of information were rapidly stripped away.

Suddenly, when Allen Dawson's Divine Sense swept across the Copper Gong Mountain area, it hit an extremely tough barrier.

It was a vast, sea-like fluctuation of the Laws of Fire. If Allen Dawson hadn't been in a state augmented by sovereign force, he wouldn't have been able to perceive it at all.

He immediately focused his attention there.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a simple linen robe, sitting cross-legged in a quiet courtyard.

The man's aura was restrained to the extreme, like a volcano that had fallen into dead silence for ten thousand years.

But once this volcano erupted, it would absolutely be capable of destroying the world!

Highgod of Fire!

Allen Dawson's brain raced, instantly locking onto a name: Bluefire Lelin!

Currently, the strongest combat power on the Yulan Continent besides Beirut. A future Great Perfection of Fire!

At this time, Lelin was definitely among the top-tier Shura. A tough character not to be trifled with.

Allen Dawson immediately labeled him in his mind.

On Copper Gong Mountain, Lelin slowly opened his eyes.

Two flame runes flashed deep within his pupils. He had also sensed this domineering Divine Sense sweeping past.

"When did such a fierce person appear on the Yulan Continent?"

Lelin wasn't angry. He was indifferent by nature and didn't like to cause trouble. Since the other party was just scouting and had no malice, he nodded slightly towards the Void Realm, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Allen Dawson breathed a sigh of relief. He hurriedly manipulated his Divine Sense to release a friendly intent.

Everyone was a civilized person. Making a friend never hurt.

After a brief interaction, Allen Dawson immediately withdrew his focus from Copper Gong Mountain. Time was tight. The duration of sovereign force was limited. He couldn't waste precious 'cheating' time on socializing.

His Divine Sense continued to spread wildly northward, crossing the vast ocean and reaching the edge of the Far North Ice Sheet.

Finally, an extremely cold, nauseating Soul fluctuation entered Allen Dawson's perception.

This aura was filled with pure death and decay, like a rotting corpse that had been left for thousands of years.

Moreover, the intensity of this aura had definitely reached the threshold of a Seven-Star Fiend.

Highgod of the Rules of Death. Seven-Star Fiend. The characteristics matched perfectly. This was that damn guy—Odin!

Allen Dawson slammed his eyes open. A terrifying killing intent erupted from his blood-red pupils.

"Found you. The rat hiding in the ice cave."

"Bang!" The wasteland under his feet collapsed instantly. sovereign force burned wildly within Allen Dawson's body.

He turned directly into a crimson stream of light that tore through the sky. He was so fast that he tore a pitch-black spatial rift in mid-air.

Above the Far North Ice Sheet, the cold wind howled, and heavy snow fell. Odin was hovering above a glacier. A creepy, weird smile hung on his pale face.

Below him was a polar tribe with only a few thousand people. In his eyes, these Mortals were not even as good as ants; they were just good toy Materials.

He had been stifled in that hellish place, the Gebados Prison, for countless years. There, it was nothing but slaughter. Now that he had finally seen the light of day again, he desperately needed to use the Souls of living people to comfort his withered heart.

"What fresh fear this is." Odin took a deep breath. He prepared to extract the Souls from these people bit by bit to make screaming Soul wind chimes.

Just one second before he was about to act, a strong sense of life-and-death crisis enveloped his entire body without warning.

It felt as if he were being stared at by an ancient Vicious Beast. Odin's scalp went numb. He looked up abruptly, looking at the southern sky.

The originally grey-white ice sheet sky had somehow been stained a blinding blood-red. A crimson light, like a shooting star, was smashing towards him with the power to destroy the world at an extremely exaggerated speed. The surrounding space shattered inch by inch in front of that light.

"What is this thing?" Odin roared in shock and anger. He didn't know the person coming at all, let alone understand when he had provoked a monster of this level. But he was a Seven-Star Fiend who had fought many battles, and his combat instincts were already engraved in his Soul.

Odin didn't wait for death. Grey-black Divine Power of Death surged wildly in his body. A hideous bone shield dozens of feet high instantly condensed in front of him. The bone shield was wrapped with countless wailing vengeful spirits, exuding an indestructible, heavy feeling.

Meanwhile, Odin's body twisted, and another Divine Clone in a black robe stepped out from his body. It was also at the Seven-Star Fiend level. Two Odins, one left and one right, each condensed a pitch-black scythe surrounded by Death Qi. They prepared to launch a counterattack immediately after blocking the opponent's first wave of impact. Even if the opponent was strong, he was confident he could trade a few blows.

"Die!" A roar descended from the sky. Allen Dawson had no intention of wasting words. Villains die from talking too much. He only believed in physical erasure.

His space ring flashed. The unadorned zhan tian sword fell into his palm. The moment it touched the sovereign force, this Divine-Grade weapon erupted with a blinding scarlet light.

Allen Dawson held the sword with one hand and slashed fiercely at Odin below. Material attack ultimate move—Burning Heaven!

A Peak strike where four kinds of Mysteries of the Laws were perfectly fused. Under the terrifying amplification of sovereign force, the power of this sword had completely exceeded the category of a Seven-Star Fiend, reaching a terrifying level that even a Shura would have to retreat from.

The red sword light was ten thousand feet long. Where the sword light passed, the wind and snow in the sky were instantly evaporated into nothingness. Even space was burned with a wide, pitch-black scorch mark.

"Crack!" The sturdy bone shield that Odin had pinned his hopes on exploded into sky-filling bone powder within a tenth of a second of contacting the sword light. Without any obstruction, even those wailing vengeful spirits didn't have time to let out their last scream before they were completely purified into nothingness.

"No!" Odin's main body opened his eyes wide and let out a desperate, shrill roar. His Death Divine Power, which he was proud of, was like a joke in front of this violent power.

The sword light arrived in an instant, slashing directly from the top of the two Odins' heads. No blood splattered. No broken limbs. Under this extreme high temperature and destructive power, the two Odins were directly vaporized cleanly, leaving only two Highgod sparks falling to the ground.