Meanwhile.
A desolate plain, several hundred miles from the boundaries of the Blood-colored Church.
Lilith staggered to a halt, her face slightly pale.
"Why aren't you running anymore? My dear Blood Ancestor~"
A mocking voice rang out from behind her.
The Demon God strolled over leisurely, a cat-and-mouse grin curling at his lips.
As a Monarch Peak existence, and with Lilith now fallen to Commander Level strength, she could never shake him off.
Now, the Blood Ancestor seemed to realize this, and had simply stopped of her own accord.
"Blood Ancestor, have you finally made up your mind? Are you going to hand over your Divine Pattern willingly?"
Lilith lifted her scarlet eyes at the demon before her, a flash of disdain flickering within.
If not for her depleted powers, such a Monarch Peak Demon God could be crushed with a flick of her hand.
But now…
Her pallid lips curled into a scornful sneer.
"You want the Divine Pattern? Then come and take it yourself!"
