"Hurgh..."
"Ahhh..."
"Pain... I am in so much pain..."
A wail, the sharp wail of Lady Rose echoed throughout the Netherworld, accompanied by devout and sorrowful prayers, giving a sense of solemnity yet eeriness.
The entire Netherworld had turned into a raging sea of fire.
Just like the once Dream Realm.
The surviving Flesh Saints and Demigods had long fled the center of the godly battle, hiding in various corners. They watched the unceasing flames outside, felt the pervasive high temperature, pollution, and pressure from all directions, heard Lady Rose's shrill screams, and those mourning chants.
Without exception, their hearts trembled with awe, even fear!
The outcome of the godly battle was already self-evident...
Lady Rose had lost, lost miserably.
And this True God at the end of the Flesh Pathway was about to face the end!
Including three Conspiracy Angels, these high beings all had the same thought, which was to flee!
