"The Great Druids have arrived too!" The burly man in black armor laughed wildly as he leaped down, landing on the neck of the Giant. Despite being tens of ters tall, he seed like a tiny speck in front of this gigantic creature. As he fell rapidly, he plunged his War Blade into the Giant’s spine and dashed forward, leaving a thousand-ter-long spray of blood in his wake.
Death, Nature, War (Battle).
Demigods from the three Paths of Myth appeared on the battlefield simultaneously. This earth-shattering battle directly shattered the continental shelf in the area. They coordinated seamlessly, dismbering and disintegrating the Ancient Divine Abomination before them as if slaughtering cattle and sheep, bit by bit. Yet, the formidable Life Force of this massive monster was unbelievably resilient. Its body had been dismbered but continuously regenerated. The scattered flesh on the Earth squird and transford into faceless gray Giants, hurling countless boulders onto the battlefield.
——Ti Duplication Technique (Legendary Spell)!
——True Mirror Image Technique (Legendary Spell)!
In wisps of pale golden Ti Stream sand, Lady Hecate’s figure split into two, then into four. Four figures with the sa soul appeared on the battlefield. The mont they appeared, they began Casting Spells. The simultaneous Casting of four Legendary Spells almost drained the Elental Energy of this region dry, even the roaring thunder in the sky seed completely sucked dry.
——Great Annihilation Technique! (Legendary Spell)
——Annihilation Magic Ball! (Legendary Spell)
——Hatred Ice Explosion! (Legendary Spell)
——Purgatory Blood Sea! (Legendary Spell)
All four of Lady Hecate’s forms were beyond Legendary existence. The Ti Duplication Technique could summon one’s future self to the present, and the True Mirror Image Technique, at the cost of lowering one’s Casting Level, could create a Clone that possessed your soul. They could inherit the Legendary Spells mastered by Lady Hecate.
In an instant!
The entire sky was shrouded with violent Magic Energy. Under the multiple bombardnts of Legendary Spells, the vast faceless Giants were completely crushed into dust.
The duration of this battle was unknown.
Until the corpse of the Ancient Divine Abomination was thoroughly segnted into countless pieces of flesh, the Demigods present finally stopped, panting. The shadow of the Titan Elder leaned against a giant pillar-like finger, wiping the blood off his face, and said in a deep voice, "This ti it should take hundreds of years for it to resurrect."
The Ancient Divine Abomination is not easily slain, even if slain, it will resurrect.
Lady Hecate remained silent.
She slowly walked to the head of the Ancient Divine Abomination, which was gradually petrifying into a hard stone. Lady Hecate gently raised a finger, cut her wrist, and strands of pale golden Divine Blood flowed out, dripping directly onto the corpse of the Ancient Divine Abomination. Then the countless blood on the battlefield surged madly toward her location.
The stunned voice of the burly man in black armor sounded, "What are you doing?"
Lady Hecate’s silhouette was subrged by the overwhelming filthy blood, the blood of the Ancient Divine Abomination, saturated with malice and hatred, transford into threads of black sli infiltrating her body.
She was corrupting herself!
In the incredulous eyes of the other Demigods, Lady Hecate’s figure seed to be engulfed in an extrely filthy blood river. The Law of Death began to gather upon her, and the blood that flowed from the Ancient Divine Abomination gradually dissolved in its aggregation. Finally, the gathered blood river vanished into nothingness, leaving only one drop of extrely murky grayish water in Lady Hecate’s palm after refining.
Lady Hecate cautiously placed this drop of water into her palm.
Isold-Thunderous Fury sniffed, saying solemnly, "There’s a hint of Nether River’s scent."
"What are you going to do?"
Lady Hecate stood up calmly, saying, "Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. Unless you plan to get involved in the internal strife of the Path of Death."
Hearing Lady Hecate’s words, the black-armored burly man imdiately fell silent.
In a battlefield riddled with fragnts.
Lady Hecate’s silhouette transford back into the appearance of a beautiful young girl. Suddenly, her brow furrowed slightly, as if listening to sothing, then calmly said, "I understand."
"Feel free to proceed."
A drop of extrely murky grayish water suspended in Lady Hecate’s palm. At that mont, her gaze was as deep as the Abyss, exuding a faint trace of killing intent.
The Demigod Witch Demons are extrely difficult to kill, but there is one thing that can cleanse their souls.
This drop of water is her hope to reshape the Netherworld.
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