I simply cannot contain my excitement.

The divine being expresses.

Meow.

While Quan Kuan responds helplessly, closing its eyes to resume its nap.

While the divine being can watch the live broadcast for days on end without sleep, Kuan Kuan cannot.

It requires rest.

M.

Omo.

In the blink of an eye, both the god king of Lu Shouer and Lord Hung have appeared.

Yuyu, who claimed that Lord Hung was doomed.

Just take a look.

She seems to be thriving.

Lingo Han.

Is it just my imagination or does Lord Hung seem even stronger now? Xiang Xiang, Little Pirate.

Lord Hong.

Lord Hung, simply marvelous.

Desert Ning Shong indeed, great figures possess unique survival skills.

Poor goes to you.

Hey, did anyone notice how attentive Chi-Chi seems to be towards Lord Hung? Dreaming sky like smoke.

Really? I didn't notice.

Obsessing over everything will only lead to your downfall.

Autumn mackerel slices.

When will this battle conclude? My divine realm is in constant turmoil.

Ghostly dream star sea.

I don't quite understand the reference to turmoil.

Mountain stream flowing beauty.

The fortunate do not comprehend the plight of the unfortunate.

The divine realm close to the battlefield is truly suffering.

In just a few hours, I've already repelled multiple incursions by void creatures and repaired the crystallin barriers several times.

Dreaming Xi, is what Lord Hung said true? Is the war about to end? In the void, Suzi Han observes Chi-Chi unleashing an unceasing barrage of divine energy and suddenly declares, "Bradley is dead.

How can you be so certain? Every time I think he's finished, he manages to survive.

" Guang Jun curiously inquires.

Yang Yun leaps onto Isus in his should.

Tilting her head to ask.

At this moment, the large screen illuminates Sue Xihon's profile.

Against the backdrop of distant explosions, her side profile is exquisitly refined with long distinct eyelashes.

Suddenly, a flurry of comments appears on the screen, sweeping others to return to oneself.

This beauty is captivating, so lovely.

I adore this ethereal beauty.

I want to call her wife.

No, I mean, I want sister to call me wife.

Yanhan.

Though surrounded by beauty, my heart still flutters for sister.

Yang Jun, why are you not focusing on the battlefield? Why get so close? Do you wish to drive me mad? Ju Sha frantically capturing screenshots.

Snap.

Snap.

Heartbroken by sister's charm.

Thus afflicted with love sickness because his mark had vanished.

Suzi Han raises her wrist, revealing her fair skin to Yong Jun.

Mark, Yong Jun queries in confusion, having seen nothing.

Indeed, after Bradley's demise, the divine mark he wielded vanished, leaving Yong Jun devoid of any trace.

Suzi Han smiled, extending her hand to grasp Yonju<unk>s claw, channeling her divine power to manifest a dark son's imprint upon it.

This technique was one she had learned by imitation, having been successfively marked with tracking divine imprints.

Although lacking in finesse, it sufficed as a disguise.

The encroachment of dark divine energy rendered Yong Jun profoundly uncomfortable, nearly inciting a violent reaction.

Yong Jun leapt from Su Xihan shoulder, agitated, frantically shaking its claws like a cat caught in a mouse trap.

In its restless flight, it questioned, "What is this ghastly thing? I feel so unclean with this new tattoo.

What is happening? My divine power cannot expel it.

" Nearby, Lu Shouer observed the commotion without offering assistance.

Amused by Yongju<unk>s antics, she watched with a gentle smile, albeit with a hand covering her mouth, clearly entertained by Yonju<unk>s predicament, she harbored no concerns that it would suffer any harm.

Rather, she found Yanju's distress at the hands of a divine being rather amusing.

As for Chi-Chi's avatar, it offered no mercy, bursting into exaggerated laughter, rolling in the air with unabashed mirth.

This was a form of imprinting divine art that once released allowed the caster to discern the targets location.

Suzi Han waved her hand, gradually extracting the divine mark from Yongjuin's claw until it transformed into a wisp of primordial dark divine energy, returning to her grasp.

The mark would only dissipate if the caster retracted it or met their demise.

Suzi Han continued as Yangjuan's eyes glimmered with two beads of light.

Its right hind leg propped on the ground while it cradled its left forpaw with both claws, exhaling in discomfort.

"What a peculiar divine art!" it huffed.

"My claws are dreadfully uncomfortable.

Perhaps it is due to the conflicting attributes of our divine powers and a roughness of my own.

" Following this incident, Yong Jun refrained from leaping onto Su Xi Hon shoulder, opting instead to keep a safe distance.

In the distance, the light faded, revealing a stark skeleton.

Bradley had completely lost his flesh, his divine essence shattered, ins snared in the grasp of Chi-Chi's avatar confined within the spatial realm.

Through the skull of the giant serpent, Aryia emerged from the shattered divine mirror.

Her expression one of sheer terror and disbelief as she beheld the scene before her.

Bradley was dead just like that.

He was gone.

This once-renowned divine emperor whom she had revered for millennia had become an instrument of her schemes only to meet his end in such a manner.

Once she had been merely a space deity with ambition but lacking the strength to defend herself, reliant on the powerful for survival.

It was through her association with this emperor, leveraging his might, that she had escaped Ayakif and sought refuge with the holy light, and now he was dead.

Why did he not summon the divine mirror to block the attack or call for her aid? She even stood in front of her, shielding her from numerous assaults.

Though her words were sharp, she would undoubtedly fulfill her promises, for she possessed a hidden advantage that ensured her survival.

H.

Chapter 259.

The truth of rebirth.

Armia let out a piercing scream.

At this moment, she exhibited none of her usual elegance.

The virtues of kindness and wisdom.

The purity of a goddess devoted to peace were utterly shattered.

Her persona collapsed, leaving only madness and remnants of despair.

The goddess's crimson eyes radiated an ominous glow.

Her pupils elongated, imbued with the profound power of the abyss.

This stood in stark contrast to the other eye.

A mesmerizing azure hidden beneath her golden locks.

A rift in space opened, heralding the arrival of a formidable abyssal god emperor.

Accompanying this dread deity was a powerful mermaid avatar.

Instantly instilling fear in all who beheld it.

The decaying flesh of the abyssal god began to heal slowly under Aryia's divine influence, revealing a form of exquisite beauty that was both terrifying and intoxicating.

This was a ninth tier deity, a being of equal rank to Chi-Chi.

It was unfathomable that the seemingly inconsequential rambling outer god could command such a pinnacle of strength.