The sprawling, heavily fractured plains that marked the borderlands between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire had transformed into a chaotic, terrifying canvas of total, unmitigated rout. The suffocating, lingering heat radiating from the massive, glowing craters left behind by those unknown powerful Spirit Tools served as a grim, undeniable reminder of the apocalyptic devastation that had just occurred. Hundreds of thousands of mortal soldiers, heavily armored infantry, and thousands of highly trained Spirit Masters of the Star Luo Empire had been completely, entirely erased from the mortal realm in a single, blinding instant.
For the surviving forces of the southern alliance, the sheer, incomprehensible scale of that destruction was the final, crushing blow to their martial pride.
The seasoned generals, the arrogant sect elders, and the elite guards of the Imperial Family stood paralyzed for a fleeting moment, their eyes wide with profound, paralyzing horror as they stared at the smoking voids where their comrades had marched just moments prior. They realized, with chilling, undeniable clarity, that their lifetime of arduous cultivation, their intricate martial formations, and their renowned Spirit Ring abilities were utterly useless against those unknown powerful Spirit Tools.
No one wanted to die a pointless, meaningless death. They did not want their flesh and bones reduced to floating ash by a weapon they could neither understand nor block. Their sole, overriding desire was to survive.
Weapons clattered uselessly against the scorched earth. Heavy, ornate shields bearing the proud crests of the Star Luo Empire were hastily discarded. Banners were trampled into the bloody mud. The surviving soldiers and the Spirit Masters of the Star Luo Empire turned their backs on the northern borders and began to frantically escape, their formations completely dissolving into a massive, disorganized stampede of terrified, broken individuals.
Seeing the enemy's lines entirely collapse, the massive, disciplined armies of the Heaven Dou Empire did not hesitate. The deep, resounding wails of the northern war horns echoed across the valleys, signaling the grand, sweeping charge.
The soldiers and the Spirit Masters of the Heaven Dou Empire roared with electrifying triumph. They surged forward from their secondary ridges, pouring into the abandoned trenches and crossing the scorched plains to pursue the fleeing enemy, intent on capturing the high-ranking officers and conquering the vast, unprotected territory of the Star Luo Empire.
Across the sprawling, chaotic expanse of the eastern battlefield, a distinct, terrifying hunt was unfolding.
Liu Erlong, her eyes burning with a feral, unyielding determination, led a massive contingent of elite Spirit Masters from the Heaven Dou Empire and numerous affiliated Advanced Spirit Master Academies. Her sole, overriding motivation on this blood-soaked earth was to execute the specific commands of her revered Master, Zhang Tian, and to secure the grand reward he had promised her. To do so, she needed to find and capture the remnants of Shrek Academy, specifically targeting Flender and that lowly, hypocritical coward, Yu Xiaogang.
"Do not let them slip into the forests!" Liu Erlong commanded, her voice ringing out like a cracking whip. "Sweep the valleys!"
She summoned her formidable martial spirit, transforming into her magnificent Sacred Fire Dragon Avatar. Her massive, scaled wings, augmented by her Solar Dragon Wings external Spirit Bone, propelled her through the smoky air with the terrifying speed of a descending meteor. She scanned the routing masses below, her draconic eyes easily piercing through the chaos.
Suddenly, she spotted them.
Near the edge of a muddy, trampled ravine, the recognizable figures of the Shrek Academy faculty were desperately attempting to blend in with a fleeing battalion of ordinary infantry.
Flender, the Dean of Shrek Academy, looked over his shoulder and saw the massive, flaming dragon diving directly toward their position. The sheer, suffocating heat radiating from Liu Erlong's avatar sent a wave of profound, paralyzing panic through his veins. He knew intimately just how ruthless and powerful she had become since aligning with the Heaven Dou Empire.
Without a single moment of hesitation, Flender's survival instincts entirely overrode his loyalty to his companions.
"Seventh Spirit Ring Ability: Four-Eyed Owl Avatar!" Flender shouted frantically, his pitch-black seventh Spirit Ring expanding rapidly.
His human form dissolved, transforming into a massive, heavily feathered owl. But he did not stop there. He immediately ignited his most powerful evasive technique.
"Eighth Spirit Ring Ability: Hurricane Gale Evasion!" Flender screeched.
His eighth Spirit Ring pulsed violently, generating a massive, localized cyclone around his avian form. The swirling winds provided an explosive, terrifying boost to his aerial mobility. With a frantic, desperate flap of his wings, Flender launched himself high into the dense cloud cover, flying away incredibly quickly, entirely abandoning his students and his supposed best friend to the merciless wrath of the pursuing forces.
Down in the muddy ravine, Yu Xiaogang stumbled over a discarded tower shield and crashed heavily into the freezing, blood-stained mud.
The Grandmaster, a man who had spent his entire life preaching about the invincibility of his theoretical knowledge, was now reduced to a weeping, trembling mess. His robes were heavily soiled, his face smeared with dark muck, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks. He scrambled desperately on his hands and knees, looking up at the sky where Flender had just vanished, his heart completely shattered by the betrayal.
"Flender... you coward!" Yu Xiaogang sobbed, his voice cracking with pathetic, helpless despair. "You left me! How could you leave me?!"
Before he could attempt to crawl into the nearby underbrush, a massive, heavy impact shook the earth directly in front of him.
Liu Erlong landed gracefully, disengaging her draconic avatar to stand before him in her human form. Her fiery aura caused the mud around her boots to instantly bake into dry, cracked clay. She looked down at the cowering, weeping man, her eyes entirely devoid of any past affection, replaced only by a profound, chilling disgust.
"Look at you," Liu Erlong spoke, her voice laced with intense, searing contempt. "The great Grandmaster. The brilliant tactician. Reduced to crawling in the filth like a beaten dog while your allies flee."
"Erlong... please," Yu Xiaogang begged, raising his muddy hands in a pathetic gesture of surrender, his entire body shaking violently. "Have mercy. We were companions once. We shared a bond. I was only trying to guide my disciples... I never meant for this war to reach such a catastrophic end."
"Do not dare speak of bonds to me, you lowly coward," Liu Erlong hissed, taking a slow, menacing step forward. "You manipulated everyone around you, hiding your inherent weakness behind empty theories. My Master wishes for you to be brought before him, and I intend to slaughter anyone who tries to prevent me from dragging you to his feet."
She reached down, her hand radiating a searing, agonizing heat, and grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar of his ruined robes, lifting the weeping, broken man effortlessly into the air.
Meanwhile, on the jagged, rocky cliffs of the western battlefield, an equally terrifying pursuit was taking place.
Dugu Bo, the legendary Poison Douluo, moved through the treacherous terrain with the smooth, lethal grace of an apex predator. He was leading a massive contingent of elite Spirit Masters from the Heaven Dou Empire, actively hunting down the fleeing remnants of the Star Luo Empire's most prestigious martial clans, including the proud, traditionally arrogant members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The elders and the elite scions of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were currently sprinting frantically across the rocky ridges, their blue-purple lightning flaring erratically as they desperately tried to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the glowing, decimated plains behind them. They knew that staying meant dying to those unknown powerful Spirit Tools, and their legendary pride had completely evaporated in the face of such overwhelming, incomprehensible destruction.
"Do not let them catch their breath!" Dugu Bo cackled, his voice a dry, rasping sound that echoed chillingly across the cliffs.
He summoned his supreme martial spirit. "Seventh Spirit Ring Ability: Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor Avatar!"
Dugu Bo's physical form expanded massively, transforming into a colossal, terrifying serpent covered in gleaming, dark emerald scales. He slithered rapidly along the cliffside, easily outpacing the exhausted, terrified members of the fleeing clans.
To ensure none of the high-value targets escaped his grasp, Dugu Bo activated a newly refined technique, a profound ability born from his elevated cultivation and his deep, venomous insights.
"Eighth Spirit Ring Ability: Venomous Jade Purgatory Miasma!" Dugu Bo commanded, his black eighth Spirit Ring glowing with a sickly, vibrant green light.
He unhinged his massive serpentine jaws and exhaled a towering, dense wall of highly corrosive, emerald-green fog. The miasma rapidly expanded, rolling across the rocky ridges like a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated death, completely cutting off the primary escape routes of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the other noble factions.
The fleeing Spirit Masters skidded to a violent halt, their eyes wide with terror as the acidic fog began to dissolve the very rocks it touched. They were entirely trapped between the advancing, heavily armed forces of the Heaven Dou Empire and the inescapable, lethal venom of the Poison Douluo. Realizing their complete, undeniable defeat, many of the proud clan elders dropped to their knees, raising their hands in desperate surrender, entirely willing to become prisoners rather than face an agonizing death in the toxic fog.
On the vast, central battlefield, the situation was remarkably similar.
The Titled Douluos and the supreme experts of the Seven Treasure Glaze Tile Sect were leading the vanguard to pursue the fleeing elders of the Clear Sky Sect and the highly trained experts of the Star Luo Imperial Family.
The prominent elders of the Clear Sky Sect, men who had previously boasted of their invincible hammers and their unbreakable martial doctrine, were now running desperately through the ash-choked valleys. Their heavy, dark robes were torn, and they cast terrified glances over their shoulders, completely traumatized by the sheer, indiscriminate slaughter they had just witnessed. Even the members of the Imperial Family were frantically abandoning their ornate, heavy carriages, choosing to flee on foot through the rugged terrain, knowing that any large, organized formation would simply become a prime target for another catastrophic bombardment.
The entire foundation of the Star Luo Empire was crumbling, their armies routing, and their territory being systematically conquered by the triumphant forces of the Heaven Dou Empire.
High above this chaotic, sprawling tableau of despair, far in the freezing, thin air of the upper stratosphere, a profoundly different kind of desperation was taking hold.
Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Bo Saixi were locked in an intense, life-and-death struggle against their respective opponents. Tang Chen and Tang Hao were violently clashing against the Supreme Pontiff, Bibi Dong, while Bo Saixi was desperately attempting to fend off the blinding, solar-powered assaults of the Grand Enshrinement, Qian Daoliu.
Despite their total focus on the high-speed, lethal combat, the three Limit Douluos of the southern alliance could not ignore the massive, undeniable shift in the spiritual resonance of the world below them. Through their vast, encompassing mental force, they distinctly felt the sudden, catastrophic extinction of their vanguard, followed rapidly by the chaotic, disorganized scattering of their remaining forces.
A profound, suffocating sense of despair settled heavily into Tang Chen's chest.
The ancient founder of the Clear Sky Sect parried a sweeping, dark purple slash from the Scythe of the Rakshasa Goddess, his massive arms trembling from the sheer, corruptive impact. He looked down for a fleeting fraction of a second, his deep black eyes piercing through the clouds to witness the total, unmitigated rout of the Star Luo Empire's armies.
He saw the noble houses, the powerful Spirit Masters, the various great sects, the intricate clans, and even the elite guards of the Imperial Family entirely breaking rank and escaping. He realized, with a heavy, sinking heart, that their will had been destroyed entirely. The psychological trauma inflicted by those unknown powerful Spirit Tools was so profound that they would not dare to resist any further; the vast majority among them would simply surrender to the Heaven Dou Empire's forces just to save their own lives.
Tang Chen understood in that singular, agonizing moment just how completely this war had backfired. The grand campaign they had initiated to deal with Zhang Tian and destroy the Spirit Hall was, in reality, the very war that had entirely destroyed the entire Star Luo Empire. It was only a matter of time before the southern lands were conquered entirely by the northern forces.
Furthermore, Tang Chen's sweeping mental perception confirmed another devastating reality. The five elite pillars of Sea God Island, who had attempted to infiltrate the borders, were completely absent from the battlefield. Their distinct, oceanic auras had been entirely suppressed and sealed. They had been captured by the Spirit Hall's Enshrinement Elders, and given the overwhelming strength of the enemy, it did not seem as though they would be able to save them.
Tang Chen gritted his teeth, the taste of metallic blood filling his mouth. He felt that there was no longer any other option. The war was entirely lost. They had to escape and preserve the remaining elite strength of their lineage before they too were ground into dust.
Utilizing his profound, highly condensed mental force, Tang Chen established a secure, telepathic link directly with his grandson, who was currently swinging his God-Slaughtering Blood-Cleaver with a desperate, berserker fury.
'Hao'er! The mortal armies have entirely collapsed! The will of the empire is shattered! We must escape now!' Tang Chen's voice echoed urgently within Tang Hao's spiritual sea.
Tang Hao's eyes widened, a momentary flash of agonizing grief piercing through his killing intent. He understood the command perfectly.
Without exchanging a single spoken word, the two legendary men of the Clear Sky Sect simultaneously executed their most desperate, suicidal technique.
Both Tang Chen and Tang Hao forcefully drew upon the deepest, most profound reserves of their cultivation. They focused their intense, raging spirit power entirely upon the single, blindingly brilliant Hundred Thousand Year Old Spirit Ring hovering within their respective configurations.
"Ring Explosion!" Tang Chen and Tang Hao roared in perfect, terrifying unison.
They violently, ruthlessly detonated their Hundred Thousand Year Old red Spirit Rings.
The sheer, catastrophic volume of pure, unadulterated energy released by the destruction of such ancient, supreme rings was beyond mortal comprehension. A massive, apocalyptic shockwave of blood-red and deep-blue spirit power erupted from their bodies, tearing the thin atmosphere into chaotic, screaming currents. Their muscles bulged, tearing under the immense strain, and dark blood wept freely from their pores, but the power of the Ring Explosion provided both of them with a massive temporary boost that pushed their strength far beyond their standard limits.
"GREAT SUMERU HAMMER!"
Utilizing this supreme, volatile energy, they executed their strongest technique. They poured every single ounce of the detonated power directly into their respective heavy weapons, aiming to create a singular, overwhelming opening for their retreat.
Even Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu had to treat this sudden, apocalyptic escalation seriously, as one was directly attacked by Tang Hao while the other was aggressively attacked by Tang Chen.
Tang Hao, his eyes completely bloodshot and his body radiating a blinding, bloody light, swung the God-Slaughtering Blood-Cleaver in a massive, horizontal arc aimed entirely at the Supreme Pontiff. The sheer density of the attack carried a profound lock-on effect, completely freezing the spatial coordinates around her and making it incredibly difficult to dodge or deflect.
As Bibi Dong dealt with the lock-on effect, her beautiful pink eyes narrowing with intense, calculating focus, she decided to utilize her ultimate, foundational defensive technique rather than risk a direct, physical clash against a detonated red ring.
"Ninth Spirit Ring Ability: Undying Body," Bibi Dong murmured softly, her single, blood-red ninth Spirit Ring pulsing with a profound, terrifying dark energy.
Tang Hao's colossal, bloody greatsword crashed directly into her elegant, dark form. The sheer, uncompromising physical force of the Great Sumeru Hammer completely destroyed her physical body, smashing her elegant vessel into a fine, dispersing mist of corrupted purple energy and shattered bone.
However, because she had activated the Undying Body, her existence was no longer bound by conventional physical laws. The body became entirely undying. Even though her physical form was completely destroyed and smashed by the enemy's ultimate attack, the dark, primordial Rakshasa energy instantly coalesced. Within a fraction of a second, the purple mist rapidly converged, and her flawless, completely uninjured body instantly reformed in the empty air a few meters away, entirely negating the devastating damage of Tang Hao's desperate strike.
Simultaneously, a few hundred meters away in the sky, Qian Daoliu faced the terrifying, full-powered assault of the Clear Sky Sect's founder.
Tang Chen, fully merged with the colossal, dark crimson phantom of his Asura Demon Sword, slashed downward with a force that threatened to permanently cleave the firmament in two.
Qian Daoliu, his majestic face set in lines of grim, unyielding duty, immediately utilized his own ultimate defensive measure.
"Ninth Spirit Ring Ability: Angelic Divine Invincible Barrier!" Qian Daoliu chanted, his blindingly brilliant, Hundred Thousand Year Old red ninth Spirit Ring flaring with the absolute, purifying heat of a miniature sun.
He raised his holy sword, generating a massive, incredibly thick barrier of pure, concentrated golden light that expanded to form a perfect, impenetrable dome before him. The barrier was heavily infused with the supreme, holy attributes of the Angel God, creating a defense that could block all attacks unless it was a purely divine attack of a higher tier.
Tang Chen's massive, crimson blade crashed violently against the golden dome. The collision generated a deafening, apocalyptic boom that temporarily shattered the surrounding sound barrier. Brilliant sparks of red and gold energy rained down like a meteor shower. Tang Chen gritted his teeth, his arms trembling violently under the extreme, rebounding pressure, but despite the massive temporary boost from the Ring Explosion, his Great Sumeru Hammer struggled immensely to pierce the holy light and completely failed to break the barrier.
While the Supreme Pontiff and the Grand Enshrinement were momentarily occupied dealing with these two catastrophic, highly volatile attacks, the three Limit Douluos of the southern alliance seized their singular, desperate opportunity.
Tang Hao, Tang Chen, and Bo Saixi instantly turned their backs on the battle. They burned the remaining dregs of their highly elevated spirit power, their bodies blurring into streaks of crimson, blue, and oceanic light as they escaped with terrifying, unprecedented speed.
They were heading straight to the Clear Sky Sect's territory within the Star Luo Empire, intending to rapidly take whatever vital resources or whoever was left at the sect, and then escaping straight towards the Sea God Island. They knew, with a grim, undeniable certainty, that only at the Sea God Island could they be considered genuinely safe from the relentless attacks of this entire massive army or even the elite Spirit Masters of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Moreover, they understood the immense tactical advantage they would possess there. Bo Saixi's power at the Sea God Island would be much higher. She would be able to fully utilize much greater Sea God's Divine Energy, actively drawing upon the boundless, crushing power of the ocean around them. Dealing with her within her own sacred territory would be very tricky or incredibly difficult even for Bibi Dong or Qian Daoliu, even if both of them fully used their own respective Divine Energy.
Far below the fractured sky, standing calmly upon a highly elevated, heavily fortified watchtower overlooking the routing plains, Zhang Tian watched the three streaks of light flee toward the southern horizon.
His icy blue eyes gleamed with a deep, profound calculation. He did not issue any orders to his elite interception squads, nor did he personally try to stop them.
Zhang Tian knew the intricate, highly volatile politics of the Divine Realm intimately. He understood that if he pushed those three Limit Douluos into a complete, inescapable corner, threatening their immediate, permanent eradication, the Sea God might take direct, undeniable action to save his High Priestess. The deity could easily tear through the spatial fabric and teleport her straight to the Sea God Island to save her life, and maybe even extend that divine intervention to save the lives of Tang Hao and Tang Chen on the direct command of the Asura God.
And if those specific deities decided to forcefully intervene to secure their legacies for their God Positions, even the Goddess of Life or the God of Destruction won't be able to effectively stop the Sea God or the Asura God from doing this without initiating a catastrophic, realm-shattering divine war. It was far more strategic to let the defeated remnants flee to their island prison, completely isolating them from the continental board while he systematically secured the vast, newly conquered territories.
A short while later, the skies above the watchtower shimmered with returning light.
Qian Daoliu descended gracefully, his six Seraphim wings folding neatly behind his back. Bibi Dong followed closely behind, her dark, elegant robes unblemished despite the apocalyptic clash she had just endured.
Zhang Tian turned to greet them, his handsome face displaying a respectful, deeply welcoming smile. He soon met up with Qian Daoliu, offering a slight, deferential nod to the seasoned veteran.
"Grandpa," Zhang Tian addressed him smoothly, utilizing the familial title that always seemed to bring a faint sense of warmth to the old man's heart. "Are you fine? That final clash seemed incredibly intense."
Qian Daoliu sighed heavily, a complicated, deeply weary look settling across his majestic features. He slowly shook his head, his golden eyes staring out at the distant, smoking plains.
"I am uninjured, Zhang Tian," Qian Daoliu replied, his resonant voice tinged with a profound, lingering disbelief. "But I never imagined that this war between the Heaven Dou Empire, supported by our Spirit Hall, and the Star Luo Empire, supported by the Sea God Island, would rapidly reach such a highly volatile level that even the gods themselves would directly intervene."
The Grand Enshrinement turned his gaze back to the youth, a look of genuine, profound gratitude shining in his eyes. He had absolutely no idea about the intricate ranks between gods or the distinct difference between a Godking and a First-Class deity. He simply referred to them with profound reverence.
"I am truly, deeply thankful that you have the assistance of a powerful god watching over your path as well, Zhang Tian," Qian Daoliu continued earnestly. He then gestured respectfully toward the dark-haired woman standing nearby. "And I am equally thankful that the Supreme Pontiff is the chosen inheritor of a powerful god as well. If we did not possess such profound, divine backing today... it would have been a really bad situation for our entire alliance."
Bibi Dong stood silently, her beautiful face a mask of cold, unyielding grace. In front of Qian Daoliu, she rigorously maintained her formal facade. She would not show any hint that she was already Zhang Tian's deeply devoted lover.
"The enemy was indeed formidable, Lord Marquis," Bibi Dong spoke, her melodic voice carrying a perfectly measured, respectful tone as she addressed Zhang Tian. "But their foundation was ultimately flawed."
"Indeed, Supreme Pontiff," Zhang Tian replied smoothly, matching her formal cadence flawlessly. "Your divine strength was instrumental in shattering their vanguard."
Standing quietly in the shadows of the watchtower, completely concealed from the ongoing military operations by a subtle barrier of spiritual energy, were the women of Zhang Tian's inner circle. Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuyun, Hu Liena, and Ah Yin remained mostly silent.
They observed the intricate, highly formal diplomatic exchange with knowing eyes, patiently waiting for Zhang Tian to continue to converse with Bibi Dong and with Qian Daoliu before they could celebrate the monumental victory in private.
Soon, the strategic debriefing reached its natural conclusion.
Qian Daoliu adjusted his golden gauntlets, his expression hardening back into the resolute mask of the Grand Enshrinement.
"I will return now, Zhang Tian," Qian Daoliu announced, his six wings beginning to glow with renewed, holy light. "I must go and meet up with the other elders of the Spirit Hall currently securing the borders, and personally deal with heavily imprisoning the Sea God Island's five pillars who have been successfully captured. They hold immense tactical value, and their containment must be absolute."
Zhang Tian nodded respectfully. "Safe travels, Grandpa. Your presence guarantees our security."
With a final, acknowledging nod, Qian Daoliu took to the sky, transforming into a brilliant streak of golden light that rapidly disappeared toward the heavily fortified encampments holding the captured aquatic experts.
As the Grand Enshrinement vanished from sight, Bibi Dong turned her attention fully back to Zhang Tian, though she maintained a respectable distance just in case any roaming spotters were observing the tower.
"I must also depart soon," Bibi Dong spoke, her pink eyes conveying a wealth of unspoken affection and tactical intent. "I will go and help the various elders of the Spirit Hall who were not stationed at this specific battlefield, and instead were widely spread across the entire Heaven Dou Empire."
Zhang Tian's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, acknowledging the grim, highly dangerous task she was referring to.
They were dealing with many highly volatile, unpredictable Evil Spirit Masters who had mysteriously, inexplicably escaped from the profound depths of the Slaughter City. And both Bibi Dong and Zhang Tian knew perfectly well that it was naturally done by that ancient monster, Tang Chen, before the grand war began. The Limit Douluo had intentionally shattered the seals, unleashing those vile criminals to cause massive, widespread trouble for the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall's internal forces.
It was entirely due to this malicious, highly disruptive sabotage that many of the formidable Titled Douluo elders of the Spirit Hall couldn't participate in this grand war against the Star Luo Empire today. They were completely busy tirelessly finding each and every one of those highly dangerous Fallen Spirit Masters hiding within the civilian populace.
"Be meticulous in your hunt, Supreme Pontiff," Zhang Tian advised smoothly, his tone laced with a dark, pragmatic ruthlessness. "Capture them alive if possible. Those twisted souls hold great value for our long-term projects."
"I understand entirely," Bibi Dong replied, a chilling, venomous smile touching her lips.
She intended to personally oversee the systematic capture of those Fallen Spirit Masters. She would gather every single one of those vile criminals and aggressively throw them into the deep, subterranean pits of the Rakshasa City located entirely in the Frostfall Province—the monumental, dark sanctuary that Zhang Tian had specifically created for the Rakshasa Goddess to feed her divine domain.
With their respective, highly crucial tasks firmly set, the victors of the great continental war dispersed, leaving the shattered, smoking plains behind as they moved to completely, irrevocably consolidate their newfound, supreme dominion over the mortal realm.
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