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When the Divine Will's lights dispersed, the sky which was covered in layers of dark clouds regained its brightness.
Tens of thousands of demons stood a distance away, silently witnessing the battle of two senior lords.
The grasslands which originally stood there was gone, and replacing it was a scorched earth. Every time the Divine Will fell, it was represented by an indomitable force. Boulders would be shattered and trees would be set alit. Their trajectories leaving a wake of destruction wasn't even enough as a description.
But Blood Conqueror's massive body was barging about in the golden lightning as though unfazed by the damage the Divine Will brought to him. He similarly left countless marks on the ground—craters which were the length of several meters wide was the masterpiece of the tremendous strength he was proud of.
However, the first to fall was the latter.
