Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 2908

Understanding the origin of the world would grant him dominion over Bleurealm as well as the Lord of the Realm title. As he thought of that, a smile graced his lips as he continued to wander the void with his consciousness.

In the Eastern Sea at Thundlight, only smoldering remnants were left behind in the aftermath of a battle. The nine-tailed fox stood amidst the carnage of slaughtered monsteroids, while the spectral form of the fox loomed ominously behind, and a formidable aura could be felt throughout the plains.

"What is the meaning of this, Fannerly? What do the Primordial Sacred Land intend to achieve from this?" asked the nine-tailed fox, whose fury was mirrored by the other two Thundlight mosteroid rulers

Trey, clad in silver armor, transformed into a towering dragon and roared indignantly, "You are courting your own demise. How dare you attack our land!"

The nine-headed lion spewed flames and said, "This pair of level eight supreme paragons must think that we are pushovers, else they would have known better than to invade our land!"

Fannerly and Ianzik found themselves at a disadvantage against the onslaught of the three demon emperors, but they nevertheless remained composed. As the monsteroids drew closer, Fannerly deployed the malevolent corpse puppet while invoking a secret incantation.

The corpse puppet grew rapidly into the size of a human, emanating an immense power that tore through the surrounding space. With a thunderous clap, it slammed down with the overwhelming force of a half-immortal's palm print.

The spectral form behind the nine-tailed fox was destroyed in an instant, and its physical form turned into a mist of blood as well.

Thundlight had witnessed the fall of its three monsteroid rulers. The island nation spanned many thousands of miles and was once a thriving paradise, but it now lay shrouded in blood like a scene out of the apocalypse.

On that day, Eastplain's rivers flowed crimson as the remaining four major families crumbled into ruins despite their formidable strength in the past.

In the ancestral grounds of the Kains, a colossal palm from the heavens descended and reduced every living being within a thousand-mile radius into a red mist. Meanwhile, the Padillas' cave world was wrecked by a black palm, and their half-immortal was crushed like a bug.