Delighted.

After calming down, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at the space rift covered by black and red energy.

"Tulos, if you enter the Abyss now, can you control the power left by the Blood Lord?"

Tulos’s spirit shook, and his eyes were fervent as he spoke.

"Sovereign, I will fulfill your will at any cost!"

He was not just any fledgling, but the master of the Blood Race!

He had the means, and now he did not lack power!

Controlling an Abyss Plane was not easy, but it was not impossible either.

"Very well, then proceed to the Abyss, and control the Blood Lord’s plane... Kalanis, you will go to assist Tulos, perhaps once in the Abyss, you will know where you ought to go."

Kalanis nodded deeply.

"Yes, my lord..."

Hearing this, Tulos felt even more confident. With Lady Kalanis, it was definitely secure!

Immediately, the two did not hesitate, approaching the sealed space rift.

The Goddess of Misfortune, sensing the movement on the field, directly removed the black and red seal and opened the Gate of Space.

The two ignored the demon army that swarmed in again and directly entered the Abyss.

The Goddess of Misfortune, seeing this, dissipated the surrounding energy, allowing the rules of the Main Plane to cover the area once more.

The space rift just released was smoothed over again by the rules... The scene suddenly fell silent, leaving only a small number of demons blankly looking around.

Lear, meanwhile, had already taken the Blood Lord’s body back to the Divine Kingdom and once again entered the vine body with his mind.

The Goddess of Misfortune transformed into a stream of light, gathering in front of Lear.

Her gaze smiled at him.

"Lord Lear, congratulations, you have another Divine Spirit in your hands."

Lear chuckled lightly.

"All thanks to your support..."

The real troublesome point about the Divine Spirit is — difficult to kill.

The opponent can escape at any time, even if this body is executed, it may be possible to revive using hidden power.

The Goddess of Misfortune acted, directly isolating everything, allowing him to extract the opponent’s authority.

This directly cut off the Blood Lord’s escape possibility; without authority, how could he resurrect?

The prerequisite for those Divine Spirits that could resurrect was always that their authority was not controlled by others!

If not for the Goddess of Misfortune, even if they had won this time, it would not have been so easy to obtain the opponent’s authority.

The opponent’s participation was the key to this hunt.

The Goddess of Misfortune shook her head.

"The key lies with you; what I provided is insignificant."

She had no intention of saying more on the matter, looking gravely at the spot where the Abyss rift had been.

"The Abyss is now extremely unstable, if you intend to lay plans within, be prepared mentally..."

Lear nodded.

"If we can gain control of one or two Abyss Planes in advance, when the rules of the Main Plane collapse in the future, there will be room for maneuver."

"More cards in hand are always good."

"Prepare as you must... I need to return and prepare as well; the collapse of the Undead Plane is imminent, no time to delay."

The Goddess of Misfortune finished speaking and, without waiting for Lear to say anything, transformed into a stream of light and vanished.

Here and gone in a flash.

Their relationship had considerably changed, there was no need to be overly polite now.

After the Goddess of Misfortune left, the Dark Night Elves, seeing the situation decided, immediately pressed the advantage, and wave after wave, Elf Dragon Knights flooded out.

They annihilated all the demons on the battlefield, with only a small portion escaping.

With this, the unexpected war came to an end.

And from start to finish, it lasted no more than two hours.

The senior members of the Holy Song Clan, having already sensed Lear’s presence, approached on Elf Dragons as the battlefield quieted.

Lear, at this time, had no interest in being courteous with these Dark Night Elves. He waved his hand without acknowledging them, returning directly to his territory.

The gains this time were too rich, a Divine Spirit, a Divine Body, he needed to go back and digest it all...

The leaders of the Holy Song Clan watched as the familiar Mechanical Flying Dragon departed, each wearing a subtle expression.

That lord indeed acted as promised.

So credible!

Praise the Swamp!