Even the Blood Fly Sovereign, the demigod guarding the divine kingdom, pales in comparison.

Tulos responded, a cold gleam flashing in his deep blue eyes.

Hmph, it’s that damn fly again; he’ll teach him a profound lesson sooner or later!

He harbors deep-seated hatred toward the Blood Fly Sovereign!

However, he must complete the mission without compromise; Lear’s will directs his course.

As soon as arrangements were made, a terrifying wave of energy erupted within Weilu City, surging outward like a tide.

It made one’s heart tremble, as if a fierce beast had been unleashed.

Lear abruptly turned his head and immediately perceived a familiar aura.

A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, the aura swiftly approached, like a lightning bolt streaking across the sky, arriving before him in the blink of an eye.

This was a figure brimming with wild power.

Her wild short hair was slightly disheveled, accentuating her petite face’s sharpness, her eyes as keen as a leopard’s.

She wore a thin, tight black combat outfit despite the cold weather, her muscles sleek and streamlined.

The Barbarian Chieftain—Betina Hisham, a warrior with an ancient soul within her.

"Sovereign!"

Upon seeing Lear, Betina immediately knelt on one knee, her gaze fervent.

"I have completed my transformation! I’ve recovered some lost powers..."

Her tone held an indescribable excitement.

Lear’s eyes brightened, quickly opening her Attribute Panel, where the prominently displayed level stood out—Level 20, Extraordinary!

A glint of delight flashed in his eyes.

Another Extraordinary!

Since acquiring the barbarians two months ago and bringing them back to the swamp, Betina had been continuously secluded.

Tulos, that vampire, had forced her to retreat repeatedly under the Barbarian City, a brutal reality that left her frustrated and indignant.

At her peak, she was a potential candidate for ascension! How could an Extraordinary oppress her?!

With battle lust in her eyes, she looked towards Tulos.

Tulos noticed and furrowed his brow but remained unafraid.

Their grievances were prior conflicts, purely battles for survival, but the grudge against that fly—now that was a blood feud indeed!

Lear wasted no words, simply informed him about the demon attack, then seriously instructed him.

"The demon leader has a fierce treasure; do not let it approach the swamp."

Betina solemnly affirmed, her face showing intense combat desire.

Having just returned to Extraordinary, she encountered such a mission, also an opportunity to prove herself!

Barbarians, they are by no means inferior to others, certainly not weaker than vampires!

Seeing the majestic aura emanating from the three, Lear smiled with satisfaction.

Now, he had one demigod and three Extraordinary at hand.

More than enough to hunt down a demigod.

What he needed now was to quickly locate the demons.

But unexpectedly, until nightfall, no news returned... The Blood-colored Judges Legion seemed absent as if never showing up.

Lear could only dispatch more teams to search the swamp with a net.

Finally, at 11 PM, a great demon reported back... traces were found 50 kilometers north of Mire Swamp.

The Blood-colored Judges Legion used special powers to conceal their forms and auras, undetectable by normal means.

Lear’s spirits lifted, the fear of not knowing their whereabouts alleviated.

"How many of them?"

"The exact number is hard to estimate but is probably between 50,000 to 80,000... Their commander is very sensitive, detecting us as soon as we approached."

"They have stopped now, seemingly planning a night operation."

Lear nodded.

The Main Plane is like a prime cut of meat; beings surviving in the barren, harsh Abyss will seize any chance to take a bite.

Fresh souls are the best food for demons!

And high-tier demons need to devour enough souls to break through, keeping the Abyss in constant turmoil.

Legend has it that when the Abyss first formed with imperfect rules, demons exploited loopholes to sneak into the Main Plane, consuming life and eventually ascending.

"Prepare for battle..."

Lear’s gaze turned profound.

With a word, he directly mobilized the Power of Faith to activate the Inner Divine Format.

In the next moment, a surge of black-red energy poured from within, blurring the space ahead.

Soon after, crack~ space shattered open, a black-red Flower of Misfortune bloomed.

"Lord Lear... I still need some time before I can find the Tyrant Monarch."

The Goddess of Misfortune’s voice, hazy and indistinct, sounded as if seen through mountain mist.

Lear replied softly.

"Your Highness, I did not summon you for that reason."

"The Blood-colored Judge, Clotho, has dispatched subordinates close to my territory; they have an artifact that can drag the swamp into the void."

"Your Highness promised to help me block the Abyss, I hope you can assist me."

"No problem..."

The Flower of Misfortune quietly twisted, transforming into a faint shadow of the Goddess of Misfortune with only the eyes exposed.

Her deep eyes glanced at him, then scanned the surroundings and sighed.

"Lord Lear, you are still too weak now; I hope you can grow quickly... The competition beyond the Original Plane will be tremendously fierce."

"I have few followers, unable to deploy a large army to support you."

"If armies from other Divine Spirits attack, you’ll have to rely on your own strength for defense."

"I can only block rule-breakers like the Tyrant Monarch."