But He became even more frenzied because of it.

"Enemies..."

"All who obstruct, must die!"

Tiviseflo roared in rage, shaking the sea of sand, jaws wide open, eyes manic as they stared at Heisatan.

Two demigods stood opposed!

"Damn..." Uvie Muzhe, far behind, watched this scene, feeling utterly shaken to the core.

"Is this still Rogel’s pet?"

"No... This is him!"

Uvie Muzhe’s shock was indescribable.

It was currently situated within Rogel’s Black Tide Domain, and everything around it instinctively evoked a sense of threat.

Yet, Rogel naturally held no murderous intent toward it, making it very safe.

It also had the chance to witness the descent of the Master of the Black Tide.

The grand figure was shrouded in mystery, surrounded by fear, with no one able to see His true form, for He was the embodiment of the mysterious.

Everything around was boiling, the Black Tide cheering—this was their master, their one and only... God!

Uvie Muzhe at this moment recalled a question Rogel once asked him.

It was about whether his clone could walk the path of Faith alone...

Now it seemed, he had perfectly succeeded!

Using an Angel Tier body to command a Demigod Level creature, relying only on a wisp of his Sub-Soul!

"This kid... what exactly is his background..."

Uvie Muzhe couldn’t help but speculate about Rogel’s origins.

It now increasingly believed that its previous guess was very likely correct.

This Rogel kid might just be some terrifying ancient presence... revived!

Otherwise, all of this was inexplicable.

"...Terrifying."

Uvie Muzhe could only utter these words to describe the trembling in its heart.

But soon, it involuntarily became excited.

Initially, it associated with Rogel due to a prophecy within the clan.

Later, after learning some things, it only thought this Rogel kid was very talented and likely to have great use in the future.

But it never expected that after a nap...

It could now hold onto this kid’s leg!

Wonderful!

Uvie Muzhe suppressed the wild joy in its heart.

As a former rogue of the Giant Dragon Race, its strength was decent, but it lacked significant responsibilities.

Rogel, who was once a human boy, suddenly became a thigh, and it had a good relationship with Rogel; this was simply divine assistance!

So strong, Rogel kid!

No...

From now on, each of us will call the other by our respective titles; you call me Old U, and I’ll call you Big Brother!

Uvie Muzhe was incredibly excited at heart.

...

On the battlefield, Rogel naturally had no idea what Uvie Muzhe was thinking.

His attention was entirely focused on the Desolate Master before him, concentrating intensely on how to deal with this entity.

Despite losing all reason, He still retained instincts and an obsession with Tiviseflo.

Just with this, Rogel couldn’t easily kill Him.

Because every demigod was an existence that had ignited the spark!

Additionally, Tiviseflo, having lost reason, became even more frenzied and dangerous, like a mindless beast, recklessly insane to the point where He didn’t care for His own life.

And the most critical point was this unreasonable monster... felt no fear!

This rendered one of Heisatan’s lethal abilities useless; hence, utmost caution was required!

"Exhaust His power."

Rogel quickly and calmly devised a strategy.

Fear couldn’t bind Him, and close combat was too risky, so the plan was to exhaust His power with endless fearsome creatures!

Having made up his mind, Rogel wasted no time initiating his actions.

"Servants of Fear... advance!"

Heisatan’s deep voice echoed as if from the abyss.

At his command, countless fearsome entities were birthed even more frantically from the Black Tide, rushing endlessly at the Desolate Master.

"Desolation, will annihilate all!"

The Desolate Master howled to the sky.

The life-extinguishing power materialized into streams of blade-like air currents, enveloping storms and yellow sand, mercilessly wiping out all approaching fearsome creatures.

This terrifying demigod war dragged on endlessly.

The yellow sand and Black Tide clashed fiercely.

The frenzied demigod cared for nothing, only focused on the present, aiming to tear apart everything in its way.

Time passed, the mist churned, and Rogel’s Power of Faith rapidly depleted.

"Rogel kid, the mist is surging!"

Uvie Muzhe revealed himself, yelling a reminder.

The sound fell into Rogel’s ears, and he couldn’t help but divert a sliver of his focus.

Then he keenly perceived the surrounding mist beginning to surge.

The prompt bar reappeared with information.

Uvie Muzhe was right, the Mist Tide is about to commence once more!

The supreme rule-like power will spare no one, including demigods.

If the current problem isn’t resolved, there’s a high chance he will be transferred elsewhere along with the Desolate Master and the sea of sand.

In that case...

Rogel looked at the Desolate Master before him, at this moment, scars had inevitably appeared on Its body, the exhaustion was quite effective.

After consuming so much, he couldn’t wait any longer.

"The Emperor of Tromara..."

"It’s time to set off!"

Rogel coldly concluded.

With a movement of his will, Heisatan’s majestic body beside him disappeared in an instant under the shroud of mysterious power.

Crack——

Amidst the gigantic crash, the blade of the Master of the Black Tide slashed, striking the shell on the back of the Desolate Master, shattering it!

"Hiss——"

The Desolate Master instinctively let out a painful hiss, golden demigod blood spilled onto the yellow sand, merging with it, causing the sand to begin writhing, as if about to be imbued with life.

Yet quickly, the Black Tide devoured it.

The Desolate Master, filled with rage, turned its head directly, wildly tearing at Heisatan with its Giant Claw.

However, the Master of the Black Tide didn’t dodge or evade, tentacles and blades moving in tandem, crossing attacks, fighting fearlessly with blood shedding.

Boom——

At this moment, the two demigods opted for the most primitive way of combat, punch for punch, blade with blood, scars unending.

The heavily exhausted Desolate Master remained fierce but its power waned significantly, firmly suppressed by Heisatan.

Rogel’s strategy was entirely correct.

Exhausted by the creatures of fear, the powerful Desolate Master would eventually falter. If this continued, Rogel could potentially deplete its power with a massive amount of the Power of Faith, easily completing the harvest.

But the border mist wouldn’t give Rogel this time, he must quickly slay this demigod and leave here!

Heisatan was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the Desolate Master.

Rogel was certainly not idle either.

He hovered in mid-air, eyes closed, his Wings of Destruction on his back channeling large amounts of the Power of Faith from the Black Tide Space, his power ascending at a frenzy pace.

Using the Power of Faith to temporarily elevate the Power of Destruction to demigod level, to annihilate It in one go!

Buzz——

After a while, the golden Power of Faith was interrupted.

And Rogel’s appearance underwent a great transformation at this moment.

His face was covered with mysterious dark yellow destruction runes, like the Judgment Angel of a Divine Kingdom, the Wings of Destruction on his back solidified, the overwhelming power almost uncontrollable.

He opened his eyes.

His eyes had become brilliant like gold, spirit and power unconsciously flowed out, transforming into light, devoid of any human essence.

He raised his hand, the concentrated Power of Destruction compressing into a diminutive point.

The next moment——

"Desolation... is destroyed at this moment!"

Boom——

The dazzling dark yellow Power of Destruction sped mightily, piercing through the Black Tide, tearing apart desolation.

The demigod’s instincts let the Desolate Master realize the dreadful power’s approach, but it was obscured by the mysterious power extended by Heisatan, and the Power of Fear also acted upon it, rendering it hard to move.

The power of the Demigod Domain was powerless at this moment, could only watch as it landed precisely on the back of the Desolate Master...

The one engaged in a fierce battle with Heisatan suddenly halted.

Crack...

The crown-like shell atop Tiviseflo’s head shattered with a boom.

The hollow eyes once again showed a glimmer of spirit.

It was Tiviseflo, Tiviseflo of Tromara.

In his eyes, there was no regret, no resentment, nor any fear of death.

Only solitary desolation remained...

"Tromara... you... where are you..."

It seemed that obsession took on form.

The swirling yellow sands like brushes, coalesced into one magnificent edifice after another.

Beside the tall and illusory splendid throne, a serene and gentle woman whose face was unclear, slowly raised her hand to him...

Tromara...

Upon seeing this scene, he suddenly became relieved, only a touch of gentleness remained in his eyes.

"Finally... found you..."

Crash——

The massive demigod body shattered like fractured pottery, obliterated within the sea of sand.

Woosh woosh...

The sea of sand vanished at this moment, seawater backflowed, the mist grew.

Desolation, ultimately met its extinguishment...