Boom!
With a deafening crash, a mangled body was violently hurled through the air.
Like a torn sack, blood long dried up, the body skidded across the ground before shattering completely. His wide eyes, frozen in disbelief, stared at the looming black figure—until the last flicker of consciousness faded away.
Even in his ruined state, the aura he left behind was faintly discernible—he had been a ninth-tier powerhouse…
A ninth-tier expert.
Though merely a fledgling on the grand scale of the universe, such a being was already at the absolute pinnacle of this world. A single full-force strike from him could shatter a small mountain.
And now, just like that, he had died—no complete corpse, no dignity.
His body was warped into an unrecognizable mess from the impact alone. His limbs were scattered who knew where.
Barre stared in utter horror, his eyes wide as saucers, gaping at the corpse in disbelief.
Just three minutes ago, the five ninth-tier powerhouses had gathered on this battlefield. Each stood aloof, proud—no one acknowledged anyone else. They all knew each other, of course, but none would yield. After all, each was a peak existence.
Then the monster they had been chasing abruptly halted. Its three eyes turned to them, glowing with feral hunger—like it had found a table full of premium delicacies.
Without hesitation, it lunged.
Hot-tempered as they were, none backed down. Barre had been about to charge in, but someone else moved faster.
After all, although this monster had surpassed ninth-tier, its true strength was unknown. One after another, the arrogant ninth-tiers stepped forward to test the waters.
The first one to charge in... was instantly grabbed by the throat.
He didn't even have time to react.
The monster's massive maw tore open and chomped down on the man's left shoulder.
His precious armor—an extremely rare piece—shattered like tofu.
Within moments, his body began to shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Barre, frozen mid-step, watched in terror as a fellow ninth-tier was drained dry in less than ten seconds. His entire essence had been sucked out before he could even fight back.
The monster, seemingly finished with him, casually tossed the dried-up husk aside.
Dead—completely, irreversibly dead.
But worse than death was what followed.
A dreadful sensation swept across the entire world. Every ninth-tier and even the strongest eighth-tiers felt it: one of the nine seats had vanished.
It was hard to explain this "seat," yet everyone who reached eighth-tier could sense it—that ethereal throne among nine.
Now, they all clearly felt that one of the nine was gone. Not just vacated—erased.
Panic erupted across the continent. Every high-tier being was shaken.
"No way!!!" Barre hadn't even finished the thought when the monster unleashed a terrifying gust of wind.
"┗|｀O|┛Raaaahhh——!!"
With a violent sweep of its massive arm, a ferocious storm surged outward.
All the surrounding trees were ripped from the ground. The remaining four powerhouses raised their arms to shield themselves.
Crack!
At that same moment, with the seat's disappearance, a cracking sound came from the monster's body.
Its obsidian-black form—like living magma—began to morph.
With each step it took, bone-like structures reshaped into shoes beneath its feet, as if sculpted by a chaotic white wind.
Then its chest swelled—and a face emerged in anguish.
Everyone recoiled at once.
It was the ninth-tier they had all been searching for.
Still conscious, his twisted expression screamed unbearable torment. He hadn't died… but he was trapped—consumed.
Moments later, the black matter dragged him back into the monster's body.
Ding—!
At that moment, a circular disk appeared on the monster's back.
Etched with nine slots, two of them were now filled: one with a glowing purple gem, and the other a shimmering green one.
Within seconds, the disk vanished again.
The monster rolled its neck with a grotesque crack, clearly pleased.
It looked down at the shoes now sculpted onto its feet—delighted by their aesthetic. Then it slowly lifted its head.
Three eyes burned with hunger as they locked onto the remaining four ninth-tiers.
And for the first time… they all felt it.
A cold, paralyzing fear from deep within.
"Run!!"
Someone shouted instinctively, and the four immediately turned to flee.
"Gah~!"
The monster's guttural voice rang out—a sound like mocking laughter.
In the next second, a whirlwind of green wind surged around it—its speed tripled instantly.
Boom!
Before the four could get far, the monster caught up and kicked them all back with an impossible burst of speed.
They crashed into each other with bone-shattering force.
Barre winced in agony, but that wasn't the worst of it.
What truly shattered him… was the sight of the monster walking toward them step by slow step.
Like a predator savoring the moment before enjoying dessert.
For the first time, Barre felt real terror.
This wasn't like Fang Chen, who made him vaguely uneasy.
That unease stemmed from doubt, not danger. Barre had always believed that, should it come to it, he could kill Fang Chen with ease. That's why he hesitated, but never truly feared him.
But this monster?
This monster made his skin crawl.
His entire being screamed to escape—immediately.
But after its transformation, the monster had become even more terrifying.
It moved casually, leisurely—as if it now considered them nothing but food.
And truthfully… it had every right to.
These four ninth-tier beings… were nothing more than snacks to it.
"Guuuu~!"
With a gurgling sound of delight, the monster lunged forward.
Barre gritted his teeth and looked at the others. In an instant, all four nodded.
There was no time for old grudges now. Survival came first.
Even Barre, the most bull-headed of them, knew—they had to work together.
Meanwhile, back on the other side of the battlefield, Fang Chen rolled his eyes at the woman in front of him.
Still that same crazy woman.
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