Reborn as a dragon, I devoured the main godhead.

While evading Sal, Alberti also sought a deeper breakthrough.

There is no such thing as fusing profound mysteries when cultivating the rules of death, but comprehending the rules is equally difficult.

His strength had already reached the level of a seven-star demon. He had already grasped the easier parts of the rules of death, and the rest were the tough nuts to crack.

Having exhausted all internal methods, Alberti could only seek external aids, especially treasures that could assist in his cultivation.

For example, the mirage crystal he overheard this time, although it is said to help with the cultivation of water-based laws, Alberti could not believe it.

It's helpful for water-based abilities, but that only those powerful individuals who master the Sea Mirage Crystal possess water-based talents.

Without actually trying it, how can anyone know if it's a full-attribute amplitude effect?

It took Alberti only a few centuries to discover the trail of Gonzales.

Then came his meticulously planned ambush site.

The six-star demons targeting the water-type powerhouses were something Alberti had accumulated over countless years, originally prepared to deal with Sal.

He was brought in temporarily to save the day, just to seize the Sea Mirage Crystal. If he could use the treasure to break through his cultivation level, he would go to Sal on his own initiative.

Solve the problem in one go.

The Seven Star Demons were, after all, super-powerful beings from the divine plane, and Alberti was thoroughly fed up with their constant pursuit by Sal.

As for the issue of him killing Sal's only son, Alberti never felt that he was wrong.

Every moment in the underworld, lives die for various reasons. If you include the non-god-level undead in the necromantic realm, the number is even more terrifying.

Apart from the Lord of Death who controls the Heart of the Underworld, probably no one knows or can calculate this number.

"Die!"

Thrall roared.

The endless hatred that had been suppressed in his heart for countless years erupted.

"Boom!"

A crimson divine flame instantly ignited on the Heavy Mystic War Hammer.

"Click click click~!"

Thrall was wearing a suit of armor constructed of thin chains, which was now splitting apart, the thin chains stretched taut like bowstrings.

His size suddenly increased from eight meters to more than ten meters, and flames also burned on his crimson horns.

Thrall switched to attack mode.

This is the first time in hundreds of thousands of years that Alberti has witnessed the raging bull in an attack posture.

At this moment, Thrall's physical attack increased dozens of times, while only his soul defense weakened.

In front of Alberti, the master of the soul, Sal never dared to reveal this side of himself.

"What kind of posture is this?"

On Thrall's body, there were also streaks of crimson, illusory chains.

Like a phantom reflected from armor and chains, this was the armor Thrall had crafted based on his innate abilities.

Of course, they complement each other perfectly.

Sal may seem like a brute, but he is actually quite shrewd. Despite his countless years of fighting and clashes with Alberti, he has never revealed his attack stance.

Alberti had seen the defensive stance once before.

That was also the only time.

That time, because Alberti broke through a small threshold first, Sal almost died at his hands.

Fortunately, it was just a small breakthrough, otherwise Heimers might never have seen the mighty Thrall.

"Boom!"

Reality did not allow Alberti any further thought; the Warhammer, the main artifact, was already upon him.

"Clang!"

"Click!"

The narrow, black sword broke in two after just a brief touch to the main artifact, the warhammer.

Heavy weapons are incomparable to light weapons, not to mention that the main artifact has an amplitude that is a hundred times more powerful.

"Boom!"

The plane was torn open by the hammer blow.

Turbulent currents surged in, engulfing vast swathes of seawater.

However, the speed of battle between powerful beings is extremely fast. Before the shattered spatial rift could generate a suction force, Alberti had already tumbled and flown backward for thousands of meters.

Sal followed closely behind.

"Die!"

At this point, although his eyes were bloodshot, he had not lost his mind, because Thrall had the upper hand.

Otherwise, he should have already used the power of the Supreme God.

While the power of the supreme god is precious, it cannot compare to the supreme artifact in Thrall's possession.

"Splash!"

The terrifying power, combined with the aftermath of the battle between Sal and Alberti, finally triggered a small-scale tsunami and storm in the endless Nether Sea.

Life on the seabed of the boundless Dark Sea suffered greatly, with countless beings below the Saint Realm being affected and killed.

Even a few Holy Domain Nether Whales that happened to be passing by floated to the surface, belly up.

The aftershocks of the main artifact shattered their magic crystal cores.

This is after being weakened countless times by the thick seawater.

Otherwise, let alone the Holy Domain Nether Whale, even an ordinary high-level god who hasn't fused with the profound mysteries would die.

These are the true powerhouses; their prestige isn't based on anything else, but on their own strength.

"Boom!"

He tumbled and flew thousands of meters backward, but the warhammer in Thrall's hand followed closely, smashing Alberti's head apart with a single blow.

As if still not satisfied, he struck Alberti's body again before it fell, blasting it into nothingness.

They didn't even bother with the spatial ring.

Thrall didn't care whether there was wealth in the spatial ring; nothing else could quell the hatred in his heart.

"this?"

González was stunned.

"Is this still the arrogant Alberti from before? Is the newcomer a Netherworld expert?"

The Netherworld is analogous to the Asuras of Hell.

He hadn't fled yet, because González was worried about angering this new, unknown powerhouse.

Standing over ten meters tall and entangled in illusory chains, its appearance is incredibly distinctive.

"Are you the Flame Demon?"

As the light and shadow on Sal dissipated, Gonzales saw the figure clearly and suddenly realized that it was a powerful person he knew.

Although the Underworld is vast, the number of Seven-Star Demons is limited, as they are all Seven-Star Demons.

Even if they have never met, they often know of each other's existence through fleeting images or other means.

For example, Sal.

González knew him.

Born of a mythical beast, and possessing such an appearance and physique, Thrall was far more famous than his enemy, Alberti.

"who are you?"

Although Gonzales is also a seven-star demon, he has only reached that level in the last tens of thousands of years.

Therefore, he is not famous.

Sal had never seen it before.

“My name is González, and I come from the González Islands. I acquired the title of Storm Demon several hundred years ago.”

"Gonzares said."

His words contained several useful pieces of information: he had an archipelago in the Underworld Sea, and his strength was also at the Seven Star level.

Otherwise, there would be no title.

"Hello, González."

Sal did not feel smug about getting revenge; on the contrary, he felt lost and confused, as if he had suddenly lost his purpose.

Therefore, he didn't care at all about the life or death of other people.

He was still a stranger.

Sal doesn't even understand the test of Heimos's Blood Sea clone.

But the Supreme God can descend at any time, and Thrall, who had witnessed the Supreme God's descent before, knew this clearly.

“I have a blood feud with Alberti. Now that he’s dead, you can leave too.”

His gaze was unfocused at that moment.

They didn't even pay attention to Gonzalo's soul aura.

It's hard to say whether we'll even remember each other the next time we meet.

Soul aura is the way strong people remember each other, and it is also the only effective way.

Even when they become the supreme deities, they still rely on the aura of their souls to distinguish one another.

Only it remains unchanged.

No matter how many clones a being cultivates, their soul essence will not change.