The guillotine, which seemed capable of locking onto causal fate and annihilating the True Spirit of all things, had already been tottering without the blessing of This World's Only One.
And as the shadow of the Divine Court and Underworld gradually solidified, it was directly crushed into dust.
The backlash from the Throne Decree made Prince Rein suddenly spit out blood, and the blood-colored figure seated on the throne in the sky collapsed with a bang, revealing bizarre distortions and confusion over the soul-elevated Mythical Form.
Prince Rein's eyes were about to burst, with countless worms seeming to squirm beneath his skin, while inexplicable whispers came from the shadows behind him.
