Prisoner and the Lord of Three Kills were undoubtedly the two most powerful figures on the battlefield. Mana roiled from their bodies, and the laws of reality shifted into various forms, swirling and soaring all around them. Threads of life-and-death essence erupted incessantly, turning the surrounding space into a volatile battlefield as the two clashed, locking down and seizing territory from one another.
The Divine Kings and Divine Venerables caught in the wake of the two masters could no longer endure the pressure and scattered in retreat. Those who were too slow to escape were blasted into clouds of blood mist in mid-air, and with every passing moment, more Divine Kings perished. These were the elite disciples of the Holy Cross, individuals with transcendental talent who had earned this chance to observe the ceremony through arduous tasks; now, however, this place had become their grave.
Prisoner pointed a finger, and a bolt of black radiance erupted like a longsword, surging for ten thousand miles. Unstoppable, it reduced everything in its path to ash as it struck toward the Lord of Three Kills.
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