I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

A massive pillar of flames rose for thousands of miles, heat waves swept across the heavens and earth, and eight-colored eerie flames blotted out the sun and engulfed the world.

The entire abyss boiled for Sammer, transforming into Sammer's furnace. The air was no longer air, but scorching blades. Every breath felt like swallowing molten glass, and a burning pain shot through the lungs. The scenery in one's vision was distorted and deformed under the high temperature, and even space itself seemed to be groaning.

Steam rose from the sticky ground, and the entire abyss began to slowly heat up. Fang Wuwei and his companions realized this as well; the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for them.

At this moment, the divine might of the fire god shook the heavens and earth, and its fury spread for thousands of miles.

"Looks like this guy's really stressed... Damn it, wasn't he supposed to be in a weakened state?!"

Fang Wuwei, supported by the lightning-encircled shield, dodged and weaved through countless pillars of fire. With the help of the shield and the authority granted to him by his fire talent, he passed through the pillars of fire unharmed. However, the more he looked at the eight-colored flame in the distance, the more frustrated he became.

Is this supposed to be a period of weakness?

Because of the sheer number of fire pillars that blotted out the sky, Fang Wuwei was temporarily cut off from the Dark Flame Dragon God and the Dark Nightmare Envoy. He tried to contact his companions, but his divine sense was torn apart by the raging flames as soon as it reached out from his shield. He was now completely alone and could only launch an attack on Sammer alone. He dodged and weaved in mid-air, approaching Sammer at an extremely fast speed while throwing several bolts of lightning at him.

Lightning is formed from the purest divine power, so it can naturally affect Sammer. After being hit by several bolts of lightning, Sammer's primordial flames flickered several times, and the ever-rising pillar of fire seemed to shrink by two parts. Soon after, Fang Wuwei rushed to Sammer, raised the Two-Bearing Divine Corpse high, and stabbed it down heavily, aiming straight for the heart of the flame.

At the same time, the Second Corpse God also understood Fang Wuwei's thoughts. The deep red blade turned black, and the ghost hand of the Ghost Kingdom was ready to strike. The moment Fang Wuwei stabbed Sammer, the ghost hand emerged from the blade and grabbed Sammer's primordial flame.

The piercing hit the target firmly, and the seal of the Ghost Kingdom was activated. Just when Fang Wuwei thought everything was going smoothly and he could at least cause some damage to Sammer, he heard the painful curses of the Erfu God Corpse in his mind, and the ghost hand that had grabbed Sammer's essence was burned to ashes in an instant.

Yes, after all, he is the God of Fire. How could His sacred fire be so easily violated? Anyone who dared to touch His two corpses and His ghost kingdom was burned to the bone by the extreme heat the moment they came into contact with the God of Fire's essence.

The Erfu Divine Corpse was connected to his soul. When the Erfu Divine Corpse was damaged, the burning pain that reached the depths of his soul also crashed into his consciousness through the connection between the Erfu Divine Corpse and Fang Wuwei's soul.

Blood immediately spurted from Fang Wuwei's nose and mouth, and his soul was also damaged along with the wounded corpse of the Second God.

Sammer suddenly unleashed a wave of heat, blowing away the Erfu God Corpse along with the one tightly gripping him. However, Fang Wuwei quickly regained his footing and was not pushed far away by Sammer. He raised his hand and looked at the Erfu God Corpse in his hand, his face turning dark.

The blade of the Zanpakuto in his hand was already red-hot, and the curses echoing in his mind from the sword spirit clearly carried an unconcealable pain and helplessness... The Zanpakuto is connected to his soul and is generally indestructible, which means that Sammer's primordial flames have caused some true soul damage.

The Ghost Hand of the Ghost Kingdom didn't even last a moment before being burned to ashes. If it weren't for the connection between the Second Deity's corpse and his soul, he probably would be...

Moreover, it directly struck Sammer's primordial flames. A layer of fine, eight-colored eerie flames crawled on the blade of the Second God Corpse. Fang Wuwei's expression darkened. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, silently activated the Dream God's artifact, peeled away the flames that were trying to corrode him, and forcefully swung it to the ground.

"Amuse...why...why are you helping Him...?"

Sammer seemed to still have a sliver of will left, muttering questions to Fang Wuwei, his voice filled with undisguised pain and confusion.

"Dark Flame Dragon... wants to kill... all of us..."

“That happened tens of millions of years ago, it’s in the past perfect tense. Your information is really outdated, Summer.”

Fang Wuwei took a deep breath, suppressing the burning pain from the depths of his soul. He then struck the blade of the Erfu Divine Corpse heavily with the lightning in his hand, and with a powerful slash, coated it with a layer of violent lightning enchantment. The Erfu Divine Corpse's red-hot blade quickly recovered and returned to its former state.

Hearing Fang Wuwei say this, Sammer was stunned, but Fang Wuwei had no intention of waiting for him to recover. He seized the opportunity to summon thunder with one hand, raised it high to the sky, and an extremely bright bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, breaking through the sky-covering firelight and soaring straight into the clouds.

Lightning flashed in the distant, sticky, crimson sky of the abyss, followed by a wild thunderclap. The crimson clouds were stirred, tumbled, and gathered by an invisible force, and large swaths of black clouds were born out of thin air, surging and spreading continuously, soon covering the entire sky, with thunder rumbling everywhere.

Below lies a purgatory ablaze with eight-colored flames, while above rises a thunderous divine kingdom churning with thunderclouds. The powers of the two deities constantly clash as they vie for ownership of the heavens and earth.

The dark clouds continued to spread, their range growing ever wider, but Sammer remained stunned for a long time, giving Fang Wuwei ample time. Then, he pressed his palm down, and with a shout of "Fall," countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, colliding with the pillars of fire erupting from below. The lightning and fire collided and annihilated in mid-air, releasing pure energy in a clash that stretched for thousands of miles.

Fang Wuwei naturally wouldn't overlook Sammer either. Taking advantage of Sammer's momentary daze, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky and struck him directly.

The moment Sammer was struck, the pillar of fire wilted twice and was immediately suppressed by Fang Wuwei's lightning pillar, shrinking back into the ground. When the lightning dissipated, there was nothing on the ground except for a large hole that was constantly emitting steam. Without the illumination of the pillar of fire and the light source from the sky, the entire abyss suddenly became pitch black. Only by the occasional flash of lightning could one see.

"Yeah......"

Sammer's whispered words reached Fang Wuwei's ears. He saw Sammer's eight-colored flames slowly rise from the ground, and then the sticky flesh of the abyss began to knead and shape it, gradually taking on a human shape. The eight-colored flames were nestled in his chest, hidden deep within, and a gash opened up on the head of the shaped human, tearing out an eye.

The eye darted around twice before finally locking onto its target, staring intently at Fang Wuwei for a long time without looking away.

"You really...aren't Amuse..."

After being insane for so long, Sammer seemed to be seeing Fang Wuwei's face clearly for the first time. He still believed that the person in front of him who used lightning and fought alongside the Dark Flame Dragon was his former brother Amius, who had just been bewitched by the Dark Flame Dragon. But now he was very confused, surprised, and puzzled, and there was also a trace of sadness in his eyes.

That face, that soul, even that divine status, were no longer his. This could only mean that Amius was also dead, killed by the Dark Flame Dragon. And his successor, the new Thor, was allied with the Dark Flame Dragon, with this rebellious god-slayer.

Sammer was disappointed, but this disappointment and sorrow lasted only a moment, quickly transforming into something purer—

Rage, boundless rage, and endless killing intent.

"You've become an accomplice to evil... then I... have no reason to spare your life!!"

The sorrow in Sammer's voice vanished completely, replaced by a raging inferno that erupted outwards. Fang Wuwei could clearly feel the surrounding temperature rise exponentially, perhaps even several hundred degrees higher... It was clear that He was truly angry.

Ugh... It's definitely hot, but to be honest, it doesn't feel that bad...

"The relentless shadow of demons is hard to find, the raging black flames extinguish it all..."

The voice of the Dark Flame Dragon came from not far away, and it immediately used a super-level magic. A shadow that could not be illuminated appeared out of thin air beneath Sammer. The shadow spread like viscous black oil, splitting into countless shadow snakes that tightly bit into Sammer's condensed body, even burrowing into it and directly facing Sammer's primordial fire.

The Dark Flame Dragon God slowly descended from the sky. His condition was clearly not good. He was a bit dirty, the vertical flame on his forehead was much dimmer than before, and the size of the black flames around him had shrunk by nearly half. He had obviously suffered a lot in the pillar of fire just now.

"Dark Flame Dragon!!!"

Upon seeing the Dark Flame Dragon God, Sammer's hard-won remaining sane reason vanished instantly, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

In fact, when he awoke last time, Sammer had already learned from the Dark Nightmare Envoy that Fang Wuwei wanted to attack and kill him. At that time, he was happy that humanity had developed to the point of being able to kill gods, and he felt that he could finally escape from endless torment. He readily agreed and promised that he would do his best to restrain the madness of the abyss and obediently die.

But the moment He sensed the aura of the Dark Flame Dragon, He forgot His promise, now only filled with boundless rage, with nowhere to vent it! How could He forget such a deep-seated blood feud?!

"Where is the Dark Nightmare Envoy?"

“I have hidden it... It’s not far away, don’t worry.”

"That......"

"Dark Flame Dragon!!!!!"

"...I believe my coming here today is probably not a good thing..."

"This... is indeed too hasty. I was hoping to get some wonderful little tips from you on how to defeat Sammer."

"...I don't have a clever trick, but I do have a wicked one."

"Oh?"