The gaze remains unyielding.

Even faced with such terrifying pressure, she does not retreat even a step, standing tall like a slender wild grass swaying in a fierce gale.

So small, yet so tenacious.

No one knows what kind of pressure that thin figure is bearing at this moment.

Even from such a distance, it nearly drives them to lose control; the tyrannical killing intent within transforms their gaze to blood-red.

Each bitterly suppresses it.

The head formed by void cracks in the sky suddenly opens its eyes at a certain moment.

Its gaze directly focuses on that unyielding figure on the dark altar.

"Duodoru, that fool, was killed by you all?"

The tone is completely devoid of emotional fluctuation.

"After the death of the Naga deity, these Nagas have utterly degraded into uselessness."

Speaking with a hint of admiration.

"A soul of astonishing resilience... Such a weak body is unworthy of bearing this soul."

"Human, I am the Tyrant Monarch, ruler of the 487th abyssal level."

"Would you wish to become my follower, the great Tyrant God's chosen?!"

"I shall reshape your body, granting you power beyond extraordinary... your soul should be borne by a higher-level body!"

The deep voice appears calm, yet at this moment, the entire army hears the abyss whispering seductions by their ears.

Follow him, together plunge into the abyss, and serve the great Tyrant Monarch unto death.

They will gain power, gain eternal life...

This is everyone's glory, supreme radiance!

Just at this moment, the head in the sky layers down directly above Kalanis' head.

Covering a range over 30 meters, larger than the dark altar below, the pitch-black eyes emitting inky dark power tightly fix on her.

That terrifying pressure causes the earth surface to start forming cracks.

Kalanis stubbornly lifts her head, gazing at that head, speaking word by word.

"Tyrant Monarch... You say your will can drag me into the abyss."

"But now... Is that all?"

This calm utterance makes the overlooking head pause for a moment.

For the first time, the tone carries some fluctuation.

"Human... Are you taunting a god?"

"Interesting..."

"Then let me see, your guts!"

The head suddenly shrinks a hundredfold, then transforms into a stream of dark light, pouring into the body, gathering within the heart.

Fuses with that void heart.

At this moment, all surrounding evil aura bursts into madness, surging into the body.

The pressure felt by the surrounding crowd disappears instantaneously.

Only able to see, on the black altar, that thin figure enveloped by endless evil.

At this moment, the cracks in the sky begin to expand, that endless, evil power also gushing out, all infused into Kalanis' body.

Lear's pupils shrink.

Only now does he intuitively know the pressure faced when confronting the Abyss Duke.

Indeed, a living evil god, an unsurpassed entity wielding authority!!

His gaze tightly fixated on Kalanis, ready for any contingency.

Should any mishap occur, immediate intervention.

At worst, losing this trace of divinity, Kalanis must not face any mishap.

While contemplating, draws in the Land of Crimson Rot outside the valley, unfolding within the valley.

Enveloping that black altar.

Perceive the anomaly of power.

Deep within the Land of Flesh and Blood, the abyssal duke's flesh stirs, Mechanical Broken Finger emits a dim glow.

The Flesh Butchers quiet down, bodies slightly bowed, the war axe in hand filled with energy.

The Two-headed Giant Chief's breath is rapid, that nearly suffocating sense of oppression makes his heart beat wildly.

If it were him, could he withstand the terrifying pressure brought by facing an evil god?!

The answer leaves him breathless... No.

Facing an evil god, confronting the pinnacle and invincible being of this world, even if not yielding, the soul would collapse from being unable to withstand the opponent's pressure!

How does that human female warrior do it?!

Although aware of her solitary brilliance of slaughtering over a thousand Fallen Demons.

But the Abyss Duke is not akin to the Low Tier demons like Fallen Demons.

This is the top ruler of the abyss!!

A being with supreme might!

Now, she indeed faces its pressure alone, moreover... still withstands it!

Even if the will can resist, could her soul not collapse?

What sort of fantastical scene is this?!

Unable to comprehend the current situation.

The abyssal energy surging from the sky's crack, frenziedly pouring into Kalanis' body.

The void heart's beat becomes increasingly strong and powerful, suffocating.

At this time, Kalanis' face reveals a trace of pain, showing some reflection.

Whispered lowly.

"Is it just this?!"

"Compared to those pains, it's really... weak."

Upon hearing this, the void heart suddenly tightens.

In the next moment, the Tyrant Monarch only feels an indescribable resolute soul energy abruptly enter the heart.

Compared to him, she's so weak, so insignificant.

Yet like a sharp blade, directly pierces the shield formed by evil power.

"The power within my body... How could it be controlled by you?!"

The next moment, Lear, ready to intervene at any time, suddenly sees the void heart merged within Kalanis fly away abruptly.

Its awkward stance seeming to flee, swiftly toward the void.

But Kalanis seems transformed into a black hole, with endless devouring force, forcibly swallowing that heart back.

"No!!!"

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