Just as the Flesh Butcher was ascending to godhood, he suddenly sensed something, sharply turned to face a certain direction, and his aura erupted like magma!
The war axe of blood and flesh in his hand was swung with brutal force.
Crack~
The void ahead shattered outright.
The next moment.
From the dark rift surged waves of undead aura that made one's heart tremble.
That power drilled straight into the Flesh Butcher's body, causing his aura to transform once again!
Focusing his senses, the headless Divine Spirit before his eyes seemed to no longer exist, but instead became a tomb buried beneath the earth for hundreds of thousands of years.
By the time the spatial rift returned to normal, the aura on the Flesh Butcher's body also gradually stabilized.
Lear, who had been silently watching all of this, finally asked with curiosity.
"Any gains?!"
The Flesh Butcher's voice carried a rare hint of excitement.
