Is that a Wisp?

Spurt!

Zela's expression was vacant as she noticed her arms fly away, separating from her body. Her senses expanded while she noticed the world around her slow down, noticing her blood spill out slowly, covering a wide distance as it splattered like a foundation.

And as she slowly took in the sight, her breathing calmed down, her pulse stopping as her Godly Energy began to dissipate. After all, a Primal God had arrived behind her, thrusting a sword through her neck before severing her head.

Immediately after, the laws forming her body exploded, causing a resounding light that formed a beam in the air, slamming into the heavens as tens of thousands of lights lit up, like veins forming the skies.

Like the flow of electricity, mysterious hues coursed through such veins, traveling throughout the God Realm, targeting every single Land Incarnation that Zela had laid down, destroying them all.

Due to the level of the laws she had comprehended, it created such a scene.

Her eyes slowly closed shut, gazing at the figure of Zualin rushing towards her, tears streaming out of his eyes. "Silly dad…"

"Zela!" Zualin screamed, watching Zela's body vanish as a result of the attack, resulting in her death, with revival being impossible.

"Z-Zela is… dead?" Faunkill gazed in a daze as tears streamed out of his eyes. He suddenly gazed at Zualin and said, "Father-in-law, take care of your health."

Hissssss!

He slowly inhaled a deep breath, suddenly causing the Godly Energy of the entire region to be sucked inside as the laws throughout the place trembled in excitement, fear, and so on.

"W-What is with this power?" Even Multar was shocked, for the level of power had surpassed even Titled Primal Gods, reaching the peak.

God Realm!

"To the Sacred Laws, I present my foundation. Take it, and unleash my ultimate attack," Faunkill muttered as all the laws on his body lit up, unleashing a blinding beam that slammed into heaven and earth. "To my seventy-two enemies that still remain, I curse you from the bottom of my heart… to die a mortal."

"T-This… guy, wait, I heard about you in the Primal God Community. You're…" Multar was shocked, hurriedly activating his spatial laws in an effort to escape when he gazed to his dismay that all the laws failed to function properly, preventing his escape.

And that this time, he gazed at the figure of Faunkill expressing blinding hatred, muttering his final words, "Immortal Severance!"

"Ahhhh!" Multar screamed in pain as a formless fluctuation emanated from Faunkill's body, splitting off into seventy-two fragments as it dove into the bodies of the seventy-two remaining Primal Gods of the Mist Sect.

Immediately after, Faunkill died.

"You two…" Zualin shed tears, screaming maniacally as he roared, attacking the Mist Sect Primal Gods with reckless abandon, shouting, "Everyone, kill these Primal God fuckers! They'll grow weaker with every passing second!"

Even though he sacrificed himself to unleash his strongest attack, it was still split into seventy-two fragments, so all the Primal Gods slowly began to lose their cultivation. It wasn't instantaneous like in the case he only focused on one opponent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Various colored smokes resounded as Zualin ignored the wounds he was suffering, throwing everything he had in him at the twelve Primal Gods that had been severely wounded by Zela, killing them somehow.

But in the process, he was crippled as a result, soon being destroyed by the other Primal Gods that swarmed him.

"Shit… shit… shit!" The Zamuria Emperor continued to curse as he, the Guria Emperor, and the Rumria Emperor combined their abilities, being destroyed little by little. "I barely regained my cultivation. I don't want to die here, dammit!"

"Guria, Rumria, let's use that!" Suddenly, Zamuria's voice resounded throughout the battlefield as suddenly, the entire battlefield was enveloped in water. And in this water, millions of fish swam around.

Growing on their bodies were feathers, while contained within them was a destructive aura. The fishes came into contact with the immortals of the Mist Sect, rapidly beginning to disintegrate their bodies upon touch.

Moreover, the attacks they endured were reflected on their attackers. But, they also died from a single hit as the power behind the attacks was too much.

"That's a powerful terrain-changing move, but unfortunately, it's not perfected yet." Suddenly, the Divination Immortal bellowed as he unleashed blinding radiance that swam through the ocean, suddenly highlighting countless cracks.

Within a fraction of a second, the light widened the cracks, instantly shattering the body of water, causing it and all the fishes to dissipate, with the rebound directly causing the trio of Zamuria, Rumria, and Guria to explode.

"I found it!" Suddenly, Boldak shouted as Tianal opened a channel, highlighting a hidden space.

Zamura's eyes were red as he brimmed with anger, shining with green radiance as he countered all attacks that came his way, crippling his enemies as he entered the Sub-Realm, tugging with his hands. "Arise!"

Roar!

Instantly, countless pieces of equipment flew out from the treasure room within the Mist Sect's Sub-Realm, with all of them unleashing their respective Equipment Spirits.

"Kill all the Mist Sect bastards!"

"Yes, master!"

Followed by a roar, all the Equipment Spirits belonging to the Mist Sect charged at the Mist Sect immortals, engaging in a battle.

"Haah… haah… huff… puff…" Zamura gasped for breath, noticing his Spiritual Incarnation coming undone one after another. "I…have to hold on… until they are… defeated."

"Master!" Tianal and Boldak surrounded him, forming a defensive barrier to protect him. After all, he was of vital importance to control all the other Equipment Spirits. As he had pulled in too many Equipment Spirits to his side, his control over them wasn't firm enough.

They were unlike Tianal and Boldak. So, the moment he died, his control over the Equipment Spirits would gradually weaken until they would fully return to the Mist Sect's side. That would only spell their doom.

Moreover, the moment the Equipment Spirits joined the fray, adding to the Mountain Sect's frenzied strength, the Mist Sect immortals began to drop one after another rapidly.

"Master, just focus on healing yourself. None would be able to breach the pocket dimension I have created…" Tianal was just about to reassure Zamura when her face paled, noticing that Zamura's head was missing. And…

Standing behind him was a teenager. "Alright, another legendary genius of the Kun Realm bites the dust."