Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 390 - 180: The Arena Shatters, Departure, and Return to the Territory
That slender figure wearing a black mask, is it a Divine Spirit?!
This news exploded like a bombshell in everyone’s hearts.
The impact was immeasurable.
Although the Bloody Arena is the treasure of the God of Combat, and they just witnessed a miracle from the God of Combat.
But after all, it had appeared many times on the main plane, so people had some level of acceptance.
Moreover, the God of Combat only showed a phantom, not a full descent.
But now, a Divine Spirit directly appeared before them, displaying nearly invincible power.
This impact was extremely exaggerated for everyone.
In the concept of life on the main plane, there was a common knowledge... the Divine Spirits cannot enter the main plane, as the rules would repel them.
This knowledge was suddenly broken, causing intense shock.
"Tyrant? Is this a dark deity?"
"The God of Tyrant, isn’t he the Evil God of the Abyss? How, how could he appear here...?"
"What does that God of Tyrant intend to do? Will he wipe out Lorand City as well?!"
"Oh, great Divine Spirit, I am a devotee of darkness, I pray to you..."
"Hahaha, my god has descended!! I knew the god hadn’t abandoned me!! Everyone deserves to die, they all deserve to die!!"
The reactions of the crowd varied.
Firina’s eyes shifted slightly, showing a hint of contemplation.
God?
Hunting a Divine Spirit, it seems... quite interesting.
Other top figures were also caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, frantically pondering the purpose of this deity named Tyrant descending upon Lorand City.
Gods had long transcended the main plane, wielding ultimate power.
Each descent required a significant cost.
For the deity to be willing to pay such a cost to come, it must signify a grand scheme!
The Beastman Prince’s previous composure and cold-blooded madness were now completely gone.
Sweat poured down from his forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Wasn’t the Bloody Arena sealed by the great Beastman God?
How could a deity possibly enter!
It must be fake... It must be fake!!
He wanted to question it in his heart, but the scene of the Blood Howling Guards and thousands of Beastmen exploding simultaneously replayed in his mind like a nightmare.
He couldn’t find the slightest point to question.
Moreover, that feeling that penetrated his soul, instantly raising a strong desire for destruction within him, even wanting to destroy the entire world, couldn’t possibly be fake.
Only the rules controlled by a Divine Spirit could achieve such an effect!!
But, why?!
Why would the Evil God wielding the Authority of Tyranny suddenly appear here? Why attack him?!
Countless doubts in his mind went unanswered.
At this moment, the black-robed figure suspended in midair slowly turned to look at him.
In this instant, the Beastman Prince’s desire for tyranny surged a hundred or a thousand times.
With a fierce low growl, he was about to rush out and destroy everything around him.
But the next moment, a faint light suddenly emitted from his neck, suppressing that desire.
The Beastman Prince suddenly regained his senses, instinctively grasping the object around his neck... a primitive-looking Wolf Fang Necklace.
His heart was already shockingly overwhelmed.
Just one glance made him lose his sanity... God, this is a god!!
Without any hesitation, he turned and ran wildly towards the rear.
The Beastman army surrounding him brought no sense of security.
"Heh."
A light chuckle carrying icy indifference echoed through the heavens and earth.
The next moment, all the Beastmen in the arena felt an indescribable aura of tyranny erupt like a volcanic eruption.
At the same time, that aura carried an unshakable, iron-willed determination that surged forward.
Like a sharp knife, it pierced directly through their sea of spirit.
Instantly, all the Beastman Warriors on the scene spewed blood from their mouths, clutching their heads in an attempt to suppress the soul-tearing pain.
Many collapsed in a weakened state, rolling on the ground. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
The beastman prince who was fleeing wildly suddenly felt the entire world darken, and instinctively turned his head to look.
Only to see an ethereal War Saber descending from the firmament.
Everything it passed by was annihilated, turning into chaos.
The heavens and earth seemed to be destroyed by it.
The terror in his heart soared to the extreme, and he sped up to escape, but the void saber that annihilated the world covered his realm.
Swoosh~
Crack~
A terrifying pain exploded in the Beastman Prince’s mind, and with a wailing cry, his soul suddenly collapsed.
His body, which was running forward, fell to the ground with a thud.
Breathless.
In the next moment, the Wolf Fang Necklace on his neck suddenly emitted a dazzling light, swiftly absorbing all the soul fragments of the Beastman Prince, and then transforming into a stream of light rushing towards the spatial rift.
But in the next instant, the surrounding tyrannical aura formed a prison, directly imprisoning the escaping necklace.
Then... squeak.
Like a giant hand squeezing tightly.
Boom~
The necklace shattered completely.
"No!!"
A shrill voice echoed.
The soul fragments completely disintegrated into the void.
The Beastman Prince... dead!
The spatial rift at the rear of the arena emitted a crisp sound after the Wolf Fang Necklace shattered, directly breaking apart.
It was then swiftly repaired by the rules, with no trace of the crack.
At this moment, in the eyes of the residents of Lorand City, only the peerless figure hovered above the arena.
Below was a field of scorched corpses and the exploded flesh of numerous Beastmen.
Those Beastman Warriors and Heavy Crossbowmen who were not killed were now lying on the ground, barely clinging to life, losing all ability to resist.
This scene seemed to become eternal.
Is this the power of a God?!
Everyone below trembled to the core.
