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Blood Peak Continent.

Deep within the endless mountain range.

This place is shrouded in a blood-red mist year-round.

It wasn't a naturally formed mist, but rather a product of an overwhelmingly dense aura of slaughter.

A majestic, dark red palace, seemingly piercing the sky, floats silently atop the main peak.

This is the abode of the Blood Peak God.

The main hall was empty and desolate.

Only the sound of footsteps echoed on the smooth, mirror-like black stone floor, sounding particularly jarring.

A burly man clad in dark gold armor, with a hideous scar on his forehead, strode quickly toward the throne.

He is the commander of the Blood Peak Army, a powerful Asura-level expert.

But when he was still a hundred meters from the throne, he knelt down heavily.

The sound of knees hitting the ground echoed in the deathly silent hall.

"The Supreme God."

The commander kept his head bowed low, his voice so respectful it even trembled slightly.

A blurry figure sat on the throne.

The face is not visible.

All one could sense was an ancient, weathered, yet extremely domineering aura, like an endless sea of ​​blood right before one's eyes.

That was an absolute crushing on a life level.

"What is it?"

His voice was indifferent, revealing no emotional fluctuation.

It was as if the birth and death of all things in the world could not stir even the slightest ripple in his heart.

"Report back to the Lord God."

"News has come from Ziyang Prefecture."

The commander swallowed hard to moisten his dry throat.

"The former Lord of Ziyang Palace has fallen."

"The new prefect is named Lei Wen, and he has just taken over the Ziyang Army and the prefect's seal."

The figure on the throne seemed to move slightly.

With just a tiny movement, the entire space inside the hall distorted for a moment.

"oh."

There is only one word.

His tone was as flat as if he had just heard that an ordinary person had stepped on an ant.

The commander lay on the ground, sweat dripping down his face.

He had long been accustomed to the indifference of the supreme god.

In Hell, countless powerful beings fall every day, and countless new stars rise.

Lord of the Manor?

In the eyes of ordinary god-level powerhouses, he was an unapproachable figure, a local emperor of a territory.

But in the eyes of the supreme god.

They're just slightly stronger ants.

In other words, a Great Perfection Supreme God might be able to get the Main God to raise an eyelid slightly and say a word or two.

After all, the Great Perfection represents the ultimate cultivation of laws and is also bestowed with the power of will by heaven and earth.

Except for the Great Perfection.

The other Seven Star Demons and Asura Lords have died in batches, but a new batch will soon emerge.

Like chives in the field, they are harvested again and again.

"Who is this Raven?"

Blood Peak God asked casually.

But it was just a casual question.

He might even have forgotten about the question before the leader could even answer.

"According to intelligence, this person is extremely mysterious."

He organized the language.

"He seems to have appeared out of nowhere; he had no reputation in Hell before."

"But the footage of him taking action was recorded by Devil Castle."

"His physical attacks were ridiculously powerful; the former Ziyang Palace Master had his internal organs shattered by his force."

Hearing the commander's words.

The Blood Peak God let out a soft laugh, tinged with sarcasm.

"Just a brute who relies on brute force."

"No matter how strong the physical attack is, if the soul cultivation cannot keep up, it will still lead to death when encountering an opponent who is good at soul attacks."

Blood Peak God clearly lost interest.

He waved his hand.

"Step down."

"As long as he obeys, it doesn't matter who becomes the lord of the manor."

"Yes."

The commander felt as if he had been granted a pardon, respectfully kowtowed, and then bowed as he withdrew from the main hall.

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The moment I stepped out of the palace gates.

The commander then realized that his back was completely soaked.

He glanced back at the towering palace, his eyes filled with awe.

God.

That was the real sky.

But what he didn't know was...

Just as he was giving his report.

Raven, whom the main god regarded as a "reckless man," had already taken that final step in the secret chamber of Ziyang City.

If the Blood Peak God knew that Raven had already achieved the Great Perfection.

He would probably have already personally come to Ziyang City by now to extend an olive branch and recruit them.

This is the information gap.

A single step can make all the difference.

……

The Azure Palace.

This is Beirut.

He is the protector of the Four Divine Beasts family, and also a notorious villain in Hell.

The mansion in Beirut is not luxurious; instead, it exudes a cold, metallic feel.

In the back garden.

An elderly man wearing a black robe and sporting a small mustache was lying on a recliner.

He was holding a purplish-black fruit in his hand, crunching and munching on it.

The fruit looked like it was cast in metal, and it was incredibly hard.

But under the old man's teeth, it was as brittle as an apple.

He is Beirut.

"grown ups."

A black-armored guard strode into the garden, holding a memory crystal in his hands.

"This is a battle image of Raven, the new Lord of Ziyang Palace, which I just bought from Demon Castle."

"Oh?"

Beirut's small eyes lit up instantly.

He grabbed the memory crystal and poured his divine power into it.

hum-

A clear image appeared in mid-air.

This is the scene where Raven killed the former Lord of Ziyang Palace.

on the screen.

Raven moved like lightning, and with just one punch, the surrounding space shattered like a mirror.

That pure sense of power.

That domineering aura that seemed to devour everything.

"Good lad!"

Beirut sat up abruptly.

The metal fruit in his hand was unconsciously crushed into powder.

He stared intently at Raven on the screen.

The two little mustaches at the corners of his mouth twitched excitedly.

"This physical strength...it's even more monstrous than a divine beast!"

As the God-Eating Rat.

Beirut's physical body had reached the level of a main artifact.

Therefore, he could clearly sense that a peerless ferocious beast was lurking within Raven.

It was a scent of kindred spirits.

But what shocked Beirut even more was not Raven's strength.

It's Raven's age.

This is the most crucial secret.

The entire hell, and even the entire four supreme planes.

Most of the god-level powerhouses believed that Raven was an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years.

But Beirut knew very well what was going on.

"More than a hundred years..."

Beirut muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"It's only been a little over a hundred years!"

"Now we can finally take down the Lord of Hell?"

If Raven is an ancient monster who has cultivated for billions of years.

Beirut wouldn't even glance at it.

While there aren't many such powerful beings in Hell, they are certainly not few either.

But a hundred-year-old Asura?

This is beyond what the word "genius" can describe.

This guy is a monster.

He's a freak.

Beirut stood up and paced back and forth in the garden.

His long black robe swayed with his steps, like a flowing black cloud.

His brain was working at lightning speed.

Thoughts flashed by like sparks.

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