ROAR—
A Desolate Spirit with dragon horns crawled up from underground. It resembled a Demon Lion, with dense scales covering its body, a tail like a steel whip, and sharp claws on its limbs. Abyssal energy permeated the air, enshrouded by misty rays of light.
These were the terrifying creatures unique to the Abyss Battlefield.
They emerged from the corpses of ancient Demons and Gods, born from death. After millions of years of evolution, they became naturally ruthless, possessing terrifying combat strength even more ferocious than that of Void Beasts.
SWOOSH!
A golden Divine Spear descended from the sky, striking the Desolate Spirit's head with unerring accuracy.
Terrifying force erupted, cracking the earth and causing lava to gush out.
The Desolate Spirit was knocked back a thousand miles, its body splitting open as streaks of golden light shot out, stripping away its life.
A figure appeared silently, grabbed the Divine Spear, and slowly withdrew it.
BOOM!
