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A few days later

Ye Mingqiu once again consumed an Attribute Enhancement Item, feeling a qualitative transformation well up inside his body, and his strength was further enhanced.

”With Attribute Enhancement Items supplied without limit, the improvement is still too obvious. As I am now, I can at least protect myself even in front of a Tier Four powerhouse.” he said, clenching his fist.

Open panel!

[Life: 520999/200384]

[Spiritual Energy: 242598/97039]

Power: 1679 (610)

Agility: 1659 (610)

Constitution: 1544 (610)

Spirit: 1361 (610)

When his Profession advanced from the original War Tyrant to Doomsday Tyrant, the Body Basic Potential brought by the Profession had already undergone a qualitative change and taken effect. The reason his Basic Attributes hadn’t been raised before was purely because he didn’t have sufficient resources, not because his upper limit was only that much.

Now, with the help of the Attribute Enhancement Items being supplied without limit in the Special Training Camp, Ye Mingqiu’s Attributes had already reached the extreme that Tier Two Level 1 could achieve.

And only 70% of this value was what those Tier Two Level 1 Soul Realm Contract challengers had to face; only at about this level of numbers could those Authority Gods or even Divinity Powerhouses manage to Break Defense.

”Mm...”

Ye Mingqiu murmured under his breath. Continuously absorbing Attribute Enhancement Items was also quite a burden for him. At this moment he felt a bit dizzy in the head and needed a short rest to adapt.

Better sleep first.

....

Endless Blood Domain

The half-dead God of Blood was lying in a barren, ruined world. The Endless Blood Domain, once brimming with the vitality of the Blood Race, now had its sea of blood completely dried up, and the lives of all races were almost entirely annihilated. The clan he had been so proud of had collapsed and disintegrated.

”....”

The God of Blood lay on the ground, raising his head to look up at the oppressive, pitch-black sky. There was not a single thought left in his heart. The pain of his body continued to spread and coil, and the Decay of the symbiotic world made his condition even worse.

If not for his believers outside this world still providing Power of Faith and offering sacrifices to him, slightly improving his condition, he might already be dead by now.

Everything I once possessed is almost all gone.

He understood that his own path had completely come to an end. If that Ancient God hadn’t descended, he might still have been able to continue advancing toward Tier Eight.

But...

Now the symbiotic world of the God of Blood was on the verge of total collapse, his Blood Race underlings had suffered catastrophic casualties, and the lofty Ancient God might descend again in the future. He didn’t know what road he had left to walk.

No, it’s not that there’s no road to walk.

The God of Blood mobilized his power, scarlet blood-colored Energy once again shaping a complete body. That body could function normally, but in the eyes of a powerhouse of the same Tier, it was no different from an accessory—just an empty showpiece in appearance.

The power of an Ancient God was just that Overbearing—so Overbearing that even he, a God specialized in survival, now found even regeneration becoming a problem, and could only use this kind of showpiece body.

’I can’t make a move against the Divine Monarch.’

’Before, the Ancient God lost composure, saying this guy definitely has backhand preparations, and they might trigger and cause death.’

’But...’

’I saw the Divinity he summoned. I can completely bypass him and strike at that Divinity, learn from her the core reason for the summoning, and thereby have a chance to grasp that possibility.’

’If so, I might be able to enter the present world and search for those precious ruins.’

The God of Blood sat back onto his personal God position. The towering skeletal throne that once stood there had now turned into a mountain of bone powder, with quite a bit of bone powder even drifting in the wind. Sitting on it felt soft and squishy.

He lowered his gaze, eyes Flashing.

In truth, the God of Blood also understood that a powerhouse of the Ancient Divine Race could not possibly have failed to think of this. But since the other party hadn’t done so, and didn’t have this idea, that meant there might be some hidden reasons involved.

If he moved rashly, he might die because of it.

But if he didn’t act...

The God of Blood looked at the mournful world, and finally let out a deep sigh, filled with helplessness.

There was nothing else he could do—he had already reached a dead end. This was the only direction he could move forward. Rather than continuing to live on in pain and torment, it was better to die swiftly and cleanly.

And just as the God of Blood happened to make up his mind, the world split open with another crack.

”This is...”

He stared fixedly at that crack, watching the man walking out from within it. An expression of extreme terror gradually crept over his face, and he muttered under his breath, ”You bastard, just what are you...”

....

The next day

The Special Training Camp forum exploded, because the War Academy officially issued a public announcement targeting the God of Blood and the Blood Race.

The general meaning was as follows: during future Spirit Realm explorations, if you encounter Blood Race under the command of the God of Blood, if you can’t win, then run; if you can win, then kill. With proof of killing the enemy, you can exchange the proof for points.

This announcement directly confirmed the source of yesterday’s attackers and declared a full-scale hostile stance.

Countless Spiritualist classmates were boiling with excitement.

As Spiritualists who had killed their way up from Tier One, world by world, they weren’t the least bit panicked. Some people had very rich experience dealing with assaults from hostile forces and organizing counter-kills; some had enough strength and Perception Ability that they didn’t worry about enemy ambushes; some had extremely strong abilities at hiding their tracks or disguising themselves....

These Spiritualists were all talents; in the face of this kind of situation, they weren’t flustered at all, and were even thinking about how to plan things in the future—how to kill when they encountered the Blood Race.

After all...

Those without ability had long since died!

Any Spiritualist who could appear in the Special Training Camp and had also reached Tier Two or Tier Three had at minimum undergone the baptism of more than twenty worlds. The Spiritualist system might be hard to level up in, but as long as someone advanced through this system, their overall capabilities would not be too poor.