Rogel indifferently withdrew his gaze.

His heart and mind remained calm.

Tiviseflo’s story was touching, and he was also a deeply affectionate person.

However, Rogel did not sympathize with him.

Though Tiviseflo was a man of unparalleled deep love, he was also an Emperor of an Empire.

Abandoning everything, ignoring the lives of his subjects and leading everything into desolation, Tiviseflo was undoubtedly a sinner.

Though we must see things from both sides.

To Tiviseflo, perhaps he knew his actions were wrong, and the subjects of the Tromara Empire shouldn’t suffer his sorrow over losing his wife.

... But Tiviseflo didn’t care.

"My Tromara, where are you..."

Amidst the overwhelming yellow sand, such a voice echoed, appearing along with that demigod aura, accompanied by a faint hoarse murmur...

To him, Tiviseflo was his everything.

Empire, subjects, power, fame, all were illusions!

"Hiss—"

The furious low roar swept across the entire sea of sand!

Tiviseflo’s colossal form completely appeared before Rogel.

This was a monster as towering as a mountain.

It was shaped like a giant scorpion, with four legs and two claws, a massive tail stinger, and also possessed a pair of huge human hands and feet, its surface covered with a shell and spikes bristling with fuzz.

The most striking was its head, resembling a human head but with scorpion-like giant pincers growing where the cheeks should be.

On its head, there appeared to be a shattered imperial crown, but it was merely a creature’s characteristic spike.

Here, there was no Emperor wearing a crown; only... desolation!

Its pupils were empty, seemingly leaving only a trace of instinct and obsession.

"Tromara is waiting for me..."

Its hollow gaze fell upon Rogel in front, and the voice suddenly became mad and violent.

"Do not stand in my way!"

Instantly, yellow sands and storms surged violently, the life-extinguishing power of desolation overwhelmed Rogel, aiming to obliterate all living beings.

This desolation power was life-extinguishing, carrying strong corrosive force, nearly twisting the air.

Rogel had been well prepared for His sudden outburst.

As an opponent of the same Tier, their Tier powers were almost mutually nullifying.

However, Rogel was currently in Tiviseflo’s domain as the Desolate Master, his main Tier only being Angel, and the power supporting his standoff came from Heisatan, not from himself.

Thus, in the contest of Tier powers, Rogel was slightly at a disadvantage.

In such a situation, Tiviseflo himself was undeniably a demigod creature, aside from Tier power, his desolation power was also at demigod level.

Rogel, relying solely on the Power of Destruction, found it extremely tough to resist.

Yet Rogel did not intend to counter Him head-on.

Confront Him directly one-on-one with the main body, that would be truly foolish, putting oneself on the same level as Him.

He bowed to Heisatan’s Sub-Soul and at that moment did just two things!

First, let the fear monsters from the Black Tide fearlessly rise and block the way.

Second...

"Descent!"

Rogel’s gaze remained tranquil, softly uttering two words.

If it involved letting Heisatan direct his powers towards the main body, undoubtedly, he would have a hard battle.

But he wasn’t foolish to that extent.

What about one-on-one, just call the Clone over and engage in righteous gang brawl!

"Roar—"

Countless Black Tide Monsters struggled to rise from the black tide before charging toward Tiviseflo.

Once they came into contact with that yellow sand-infused desolation force, each was extinguished in an instant, vanishing into thin air.

But even so, they continued to charge forward madly.

Desolate Master had no reason, and these fear monsters likewise had none!

Moreover, their numbers were inexhaustible.

As long as Heisatan still had residual strength and the Power of Faith, they would not stop charging!

This certainly managed to check Tiviseflo’s advance to some extent.

He was mad, He roared, and each claw swing made the sea of sand tremble.

Yet, in front of Him, the Black Tide was like an endlessly flowing fluid, even when wiped out by desolation, it would instantly restore, continually returning.

If He were a competent demigod, He should have refrained from opposing the Black Tide, conserving His own strength.

But He wasn’t the clear-headed Tiviseflo, just the Desolate Master...

Within the Black Tide Domain, the air began cracking with void cracks one after another, countless black tentacles extending into reality.

They all came from the Master of the Black Tide’s domain of audience, an exclusive mysterious and fear space belonging to Heisatan.

They—paved the way for the Dominator!

Buzz—

A soul-stirring humming echoed, amidst the Black Tide’s homage and reception, a massive rift appeared.

It tore through space, akin to the opening eye of the Abyss, mysterious air currents and fear aura flowed out, merging with the air of the Main World.

One after another, tentacles extended from this Abyssal eye, pressing onto the rift’s edge for support... Fear descended!

"Hiss—"

"Roar—"

Countless frenzied fear creatures emitted exceedingly excited howls, welcoming their supreme Dominator!

Amidst the Black Tide, that enormous and unparalleled noble figure finally manifested at this moment!

Master of the Black Tide, present!

The colossal Dominator confronted the Desolate Master within the sands.

The terrifying aura made even the Desolate Master unable to ignore its existence.