Lear, content with bringing Betina, the Two-headed Giant Chief, and the ten thousand Swamp Divine Race members who had just undergone a transformation and whose aura became even more terrifying, returned to the Swamp Divine Kingdom under the respectful gaze of the Titans.

This battle not only elevated the Swamp Divine Race, but Betina and the Two-headed Giant Chief also gained significantly.

Betina could feel herself approaching the peak.

And the Two-headed Giant Chief, whose level increased from Level 21 to Level 23.

Ascended two levels.

Only one step away from becoming a demigod.

This chieftain, who was initially captured by Lear and had no choice but to rely on Weilu City, slowly moved towards the ultimate goal through a series of opportunities.

The Two-headed Giant Chief recalled the journey and still found it somewhat surreal.

If not for being forced by those traitors to escape to the swamp through a spatial rift and being captured by the Sovereign, how could he have had this day?

One step away from becoming a demigod!

A year ago, he only dared to dream of reaching Level 15, to return to the Broken Star Plane occupied by ogres for revenge.

Now, Level 15 heroes are like infants to him, easily strangled with a wave of his hand.

Compared to before, his strength has transformed dramatically.

Lear, ignoring others, after dispersing the army, first dealt with the Sea of Blood he had brought back.

At this moment, the Sea of Blood was surging in the Land of Crimson Rot.

Even without the control of the Blood Sea Tyrant, the resentments and tyrannical aura of countless creatures contained within made it still dangerous.

However, within his divine kingdom, no threat, no matter how great, could stir a ripple.

The Land of Crimson Rot, under the control of the Demigod - Lord of Bloodfly, held the Sea of Blood firmly.

Lear sensed the majestic energy and smiled broadly.

These are precious nourishment!

Without hesitation, he immediately summoned the Two-headed Ogres in the divine kingdom who had not yet transformed into the Swamp Divine Race.

Looking at the gathered crowd, Lear’s gaze sharpened as he overlooked the scene.

"People of the swamp, today I will grant you supreme power, allowing you to transform into the rightful Divine Race!"

The commanding voice echoed within the divine kingdom, prompting all Two-headed Ogres to immediately kneel in excitement.

"Praise you, great Sovereign..."

This is a divine gift!

What an honor?!

Lear did not hesitate, with a wave of his hand.

The surging Sea of Blood soared into the sky, transforming into a crimson waterfall, descending from above, showering upon the ten thousand Two-headed Ogres.

"Ah——!"

Cries of agony and oppression rang out.

The Two-headed Ogres immediately felt an indescribable, terrifying tearing sensation, as if every cell was being wrenched open.

Pain penetrated to the bone.

Under the wash of vast energy, their bodies were continuously ravaged and then reassembled in rich life energy.

Their skin cracked in large patches, healing instantly, becoming tougher.

The muscles tore and regrew, their resilience skyrocketing, as if cotton threads had transformed into steel wires...

Everything changed.

This process lasted a full 5 hours.

When the crimson sea had been completely consumed by the Two-headed Ogres, their aura had soared to its peak.

The Sea of Blood contained not just the energy of blood; the accompanying life resentment was an extremely rare power, capable of directly enhancing soul strength.

When the energy infusion ceased, the bodies of these ten thousand Two-headed Ogres had quietly risen to about 4 meters tall.

Their aura, although not as stable as those who had ascended on the battlefield, had firmly stepped into 3 Stars!

They are even just a hair’s breadth away from becoming 4 Stars, the Ultimate Soldier, as long as sufficient blood and flesh energy is available in the future, enabling them to complete their final transformation.

Lear realized this, and a satisfied look appeared in his eyes.

Just one step away... might as well go all out!

As thoughts turned, without any hesitation, he directly mobilized the blood and flesh energy stored in the Land of Crimson Rot to infuse these newly promoted Swamp Divine Race members.

The Land of Crimson Rot, this special land obtained since the establishment of the territory, had devoured countless lives over the past year.

During external conquests, any unused corpses were all consigned to the Land of Crimson Rot.

Additionally, the Three-tailed Pig Slaughterhouse was also set here.

With long-term accumulation, the stored energy was certainly astronomical.

Without holding back at all, pouring out all it could, allowed the aura of this batch of Swamp Divine Race members to climb again.

But to Lear’s surprise, even though the energy was sufficient, they still couldn’t take that crucial step.

Something was perpetually lacking...

He extended his perception, sensed for a moment on these Swamp Divine Race members, then relaxed his brow.

The blood and flesh energy contained in the Land of Crimson Rot was strong, but it lacked souls and resentment.

Their soul power is insufficient!

Having identified the key issue, Lear waved his hand.

Crack~ The void in front shattered suddenly.

A hauntingly cold aura emanated from the black rift in space.

He spoke directly.

"Radina, is there any Undead Legion to offer? I need soul energy to allow the Swamp Divine Race to ascend..."

Lear’s initial thought of sending troops into the Undead Plane was to acquire more undead to strengthen the army.

In the Main Plane, ordinary flesh can enhance the soldier level; while the undead lack flesh, their souls can enhance potential!

It’s something that life outside cannot compare to.

He had invested so much into the Undead Plane, all for obtaining what he desired at the critical moment?!