The Blood Lord of Medium Divine Power is undoubtedly a figure of the highest echelon to the inhabitants of the Main Plane.

A wave of a hand can destroy a city, a single thought can decide the fate of millions.

He holds authority, his words are a divine mandate!

But at this moment, this evil god crawling out from the Abyss is Lear’s hunting target...

Gazing at the majestic figure on the Bronze War Chariot, Lear’s mind shifted slightly.

The next moment, the void beside him twisted, and without a sound, the figure of the Goddess of Misfortune appeared.

The moment this supreme entity appeared, she looked towards the Blood Lord.

Then she glanced at the demon army attacking the Dark Night Elf Main City, slightly furrowing her brows.

"The demons have become increasingly unscrupulous..."

When the rules of the Main Plane had not changed, even if demons could enter the Main Plane, they would do so secretly, fearing discovery by others.

Now, they have no scruples at all.

But the changes in the situation cannot be reversed by one or two divine spirits.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly.

"Lord Lear, I will cut off their retreat and obscure the rules of the Main Plane, allowing you to use the powers of the divine spirits... then it’s up to you."

Lear nodded.

"Thank you, Your Highness..."

The Goddess of Misfortune didn’t waste words, her figure flickered and vanished into the void.

The next second.

The sky erupted like fireworks, a surge of black and red energy exploded suddenly, then fell around like fireworks.

In just a few breaths, it covered tens of kilometers around.

The spatial fissures from which demons continuously emerged were suddenly sealed and blocked by the intertwining black and red energy.

The demon army’s path was directly obstructed.

At the same time, the space around was completely enveloped by the black and red energy, like a giant bag enclosing everything.

The rules of the Main Plane became blurry...

Lear immediately felt his strength rapidly recovering.

The suppression of the divine spirits by the rules of the Main Plane was gone without a trace...

His gaze focused on the black and red energy, his expression deep.

The effect by the Goddess of Misfortune was even greater than anticipated.

"My lord, my strength is recovering..."

Kalanis, standing beside him, was also quite pleasantly surprised, with a tone of eagerness.

Lear looked up at the God of Tyrant and Slaughter beside him, showing a hint of a smile.

"Then bring me the head of the Blood Lord."

The calm tone was like slaying a chicken or a lamb.

Kalanis’ eyes suddenly brightened.

In a breath, centered on her, the void suddenly shattered, turning into splintered fragments reflecting the cold moonlight in the sky.

Kalanis’ true form, wielding a war saber, emerged from the void, the tyrant and icy killing intent on her almost freezing the surroundings.

Without any hesitation, her form transformed into a lightning bolt, tearing through the void with an explosive momentum.

On the Bronze War Chariot, the Blood Lord, who sensed the loss of connection with the Abyss, looked extremely solemn.

Suddenly sensing a cold killing intent approaching, the Blood Lord abruptly looked toward Kalanis’ location.

"Want to kill me?! You must have the ability for that!"

A sudden wave of crimson energy surged from his body, creating bats the size of fists.

Like arrows, they rushed towards Kalanis.

This space had some rules blurred by the Goddess of Misfortune, but the limitations remained, only allowing the use of Weak Divine Power Level strength.

But, this was already enough!

Both the Blood Lord and Kalanis had absolute confidence in their eyes at this moment.

On the black and red backdrop, the two sides clashed fiercely in mid-air.

Crack~

The void shattered and broke apart.

Under the swings of Kalanis’ war saber inlaid with the Tyrant Monarch Divine Format, everything blurred.

The Blood Lord, however, showed no fear, as the crimson energy condensed into a war sword, forcefully colliding with her.

The scene was extremely intense.

With each confrontation, the surroundings were torn apart, completely blocking the external view, leaving nothing visible.

Meanwhile, the demon army did not relent in their attack on the Dark Night Elf Main City, instead intensifying their efforts.

But sensing that there were reinforcements, the Dark Night Elves did not hold back, and knights riding on Elf Dragons took off from the depths of this Canopy City.

With a frenzied posture, they crashed into the demon army, starting to strangle these unwelcome guests.

Without the support of follow-up troops, the demon army, hunted madly, quickly dwindled in number.

The situation stabilized.

Meanwhile, the battle between Kalanis and the Blood Lord gradually reached a fever pitch amid the terrifying clash.

Kalanis, for the first time, fought freely against a divine spirit, becoming more vigorous the more she fought, her battle intent rising all the way!

The once-confident Blood Lord’s mood was now increasingly heavy.

The enemy in front of him had mastered the Authority of Tyrant and Slaughter!

Each attack made his very soul tremble.

What’s more crucial, the opponent’s staunch will and overwhelming battle intent were unheard of to him!

He could barely withstand the assault by desperately counterattacking.

He had a gut feeling, if this continued, he might be slain by the opponent!!

This could not be tolerated!

In shock and anger, he began to unleash all his strength, and for a moment, he was evenly matched with Kalanis.

Seeing the deadlock, Lear waved a hand.

A wisp of moss-colored energy escaped from the void ahead, spreading rapidly like ink in clear water.

It formed a unique color within the internal black and red energy, with bits of moss growing over the void.

The energy quickly spread inwards.