Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Even with the analysis by Divine Arts, Loren still couldn't fully comprehend the otherworldly divine thoughts that echoed in his ears and enveloped the heavens and the earth.

In the depths of the dark clouds, a sky-drape-like purplish-red eye slowly opened, with an ominous light flickering in its pupil.

Loren also knew that in the Phantom Realm, there must still be some of the strongest Void Beings, indestructible in this space, almost as if they were part of it, whom even Loren found difficult to defeat head-on, and could only try his best to avoid them.

The next moment, the ground exploded, and fissures spanning several kilometers appeared in front of Loren, as creatures from the Void surged out like floodwaters, flapping and howling as they attacked him.

At the same time, Loren's eyes narrowed, with sparks of electricity overflowing in his pupils.

Lightning struck from the sky, landing precisely in the center of the hurricane.

The battle erupted once again.

Half an hour later.

Pure white light struck down from the sky, turning the remaining Void Beings' corpses on the ground into ashes.

When the last Void Being fell, the violent wind gradually ceased and the lightning slowly dissipated.

Loren stood amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, immovable, like a War God looking down upon all beings.

His brown hair was damp with sweat, sticking strand by strand to his forehead.

On his stern face, his eyes were sharp as lightning, and he gasped for air, finally able to catch a breath.

He hadn't expected that the saying "To surrender oneself to certain doom to find a chance of life, to place oneself in the hands of a mortal enemy and to come back alive" would one day come true for him.

"Gaiat... with you as you are now, I could fight you with one hand."

Loren clenched his palm; he didn't know how strong he had actually become,

"When the day comes that the War Gods let me out, we'll see how many I can replace."

Perhaps except for the First Army God of the Diamond Throne, Hesintos.

He would no longer lose to any opponent.

The airflow swirling around him continued to spiral and roar, faintly becoming an incessant thunder.

That kind of bearing, overlooking the world and scorning all things, made even the Void Beings increasingly shiver.

Having said that, Loren took a step forward, his black robe fluttering, walking further and further into the storm.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Bulida City.

Inside Void Gate Number Two, under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Shadow World Administration.

A Fringe Space was still in the midst of settlement.

"We have more people here, so the settlement will probably take a bit longer than Lanci's side."

Hyperion patiently waited for the rewards, chatting with Antanas and Sinola.

Looking forward from the Star Plaza where she was standing, the vast starry sky was shrouded in mist, making the scattered stars refract more mysteriously.

The four members of the Great Demon Clan who entered from this portal with her were all present here.

"It's good to see you safe. After you left Demon King Castle Necaris, I've been worried about you for a long time."

Sinola held Hyperion's hands with concern, speaking to her.

"I've actually had a lot of fun at Purgatory Corridor Academy..."

Hyperion admitted somewhat shyly.

She knew Sinola was worried about her; after all, they were inseparable in Ichrite and hardly ever spent more than ten days apart like they did in the Shadow World.

"That's good to hear."

Sinola breathed a sigh of relief.

She and Antanas had already received their rewards, and now they were waiting for the final rewards for the Bingxue Witch, Pranay, and Hyperion.

Sinola had not expected that her own reward would be related to General Ogrin, the Legion Commander of the Demon World's First Army Group of that era.

[General Wanwei's Gauntlet - Right]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Pink Holy]

[Attribute: Slashing]

[Tier: 8]

[Effect: When worn, increases the intensity of Slashing Attribute attacks.]

[Note: The fierce sword intent of Baron Oglin, with his white chain mail gauntlet from his battles.]

It was made of a white-gold Nekalis Steel, exuding a cold sheen in the dim light.

The surface of the gauntlet was covered with a layer of chainmail, the scales arranged in a streamlined fashion, flexible and imprinted with the military insignia of the Demon King's Army.

The knuckles were reinforced with sharp metal edges, which not only protected the finger joints but also added destructive power to punches, and a dark red gem inlaid on the back of the hand stood out clearly. The inside of the gauntlet was lined with soft down that remained comfortable even after long periods of battle.

And at the wrist, there was a beast-faced metal buckle, both overbearing and firmly securing the gauntlet, preventing it from falling off during intense struggles.

For Sinola, Baron Wanwei's right gauntlet reinforced her second best attribute. Aside from her greatest skill, the [Counter] interference ability, wearing this equipment also slightly strengthened her main offensive method, [Slashing].

"It must have been quite tough for you four."

Hyperion could sense that the four of them were like they had been through a fierce battle, not in full condition and then immediately came to the Fringe Space.

The only time she felt a bit weary in this Shadow World was when she had to sneak with Tamisha from Demon King Castle Necaris all the way to Purgatory City Pasqual.

Seeing Lanci began to bring back familiar sensations.

The more Hyperion thought about it, the guiltier she felt.

The last few days were even more outrageous.

She spent her days playing with Lisandra in Purgatory Corridor Academy, having more fun than she ever did in the real world.

Perhaps because initially in Ichrite, everyone thought of her as an outsider and didn't want to play with her, whereas at Purgatory Corridor Academy everyone treated her like a princess, especially with a close friend like Lisandra.

"Uh... actually... actually..."

Antanas touched the back of his head, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

The Bingxue Witch wasn't sure how to respond either.