Joelson spent another month in the ranching space.
The slaughter dragon didn't have a dragon's nest, but Fenrir seemed to enjoy staying in the dragon nursery, which was why it became Fenrir's home and was usually taken care of by Enny.
During this period of time, he also digested the various types of laws and arcane mysteries he had comprehended in the trial plane.
Other than the divine spark of life and fate, the other divine sparks, including the divine spark of destruction, had already risen to the level of an early demigod.
If others were to find out that he had risen to the level of a fourteen-elemental demigod at the same time, they would probably be scared to death.
However, Joelson didn't feel too happy. To him, this was something very normal.
On the contrary, the arcane mysteries of the laws of life and fate had yet to be comprehended, preventing them from advancing to become demigods together. This caused Joelson to have some thoughts.
If he had the chance, he was prepared to search for a trial plane that was related to the laws of life and fate, allowing them to advance to become demigod level as well.
However, this would have to wait until the matters in the Land of Slaughter were resolved.
"It's time to go back," Joelson murmured to himself
If he didn't return to the Land of Slaughter, he would have to remain within the ranching space.
If that was the case, his cultivation speed would definitely be extremely slow. This was something he didn't want to see.
After he received his final reward, the trial plane quickly collapsed, and the spatial cracks in the runic lands disappeared.
Previously, in the trial plane, he had learned from Tarth that the master of the Land of Slaughter, the peak highgod Augustellan, was currently not in the Land of Slaughter.
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He held the sword of slaughter in his hand, preparing himself.
Joelson immediately chose to return.
The Land of Slaughter.
Joelson once again appeared in the place where he had fought against the Watchers.
However, it was beyond his expectations. He was not besieged by the Watchers as soon as he appeared.
There was no one here and the traces of the previous battle seemed to have been erased.
Joelson did not choose to leave directly, not because he did not want to leave directly, but because he did not have the sheepskin scroll that could act as a compass and a map in the endless planes.
If he went to the endless planes blindly, he would eventually lose his way in the void.
Joelson frowned slightly and began to think.
He had originally planned to kill the Watchers directly and then see if there was anything similar on the Watchers' bodies.
But now that the Watchers were not here, he had to think of other ways.
He could either stay in the Land of Slaughter, for now, waiting for the next screening day to arrive. By that time, he would become one of the top hundred victors, and then he would be able to meet the overseer.
Or he could directly obtain something from the demigod of the Land of Slaughter. There should be someone who would carry something similar.
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Joelson's gaze turned towards the Land of Slaughter below.
Since that was the case, he could only return to the Land of Slaughter first.
In the next second, Joelson's figure disappeared from his original spot.
A strange, twisted little tree was quietly rooted there. There was nothing out of the ordinary.
However, both sides revealed greedy gazes as they stared at the blood-red fruit on the little tree, as though this fruit had an irresistible allure to them.
Both sides had a demigod and a dozen or so domain-level experts. They were confronting each other, neither willing to retreat.
Even though they weren't certain that they could defeat the other, none of them were willing to retreat. They had been confronting each other for several days now, all of them wanting to pluck the fruit off the small tree.
Not too far away, when Joelson saw this scene, he found it rather amusing.
When he first came to the Land of Slaughter, didn't he also encounter such a situation?
At that time, it was also a confrontation between two sides. However, in the end, the fruit of slaughter didn't fall into the hands of either side. Instead, it was obtained by Joelson.
Moreover, wasn't this strange small tree the same one that he had plucked the fruit of slaughter back then?
Joelson walked straight towards the small tree, step by step, ignoring the confrontation between the two sides.
At this moment, the two opposing sides simultaneously discovered Joelson's figure, and they instantly grew wary.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})The demigods of the two sides grew nervous. They could sense that this person was the same as them; he had the power of an early-stage demigod.
If this was the person the other side had called over for assistance, then it was impossible for them to be a match for the two of them working together.
But soon, both saw the nervousness in the other's eyes.
One of the demigods tentatively asked, "This is your helper?"
The other demigod said, "I thought he was your helper."
"We've been at loggerheads for so long; we can't give the fruit to someone else! Since he isn't one of us, why don't we join forces and get rid of him first!"
"Alright!"
The two sides instantly stopped their confrontation, turning to face Joelson in a stance that forbade them from approaching.
Joelson acted as though he couldn't see the two sides. He didn't even glance at them, continuing to walk directly towards the little tree.
The two demigods exchanged a glance, a hint of savagery flashing through their eyes.
Since they weren't willing to leave, they would stay here forever!
"Go!"
The demigod shouted, transforming into a streak of light as he charged towards Joelson.
As for the other demigod, when he saw Joelson, for some unknown reason, he felt a sense of familiarity. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't immediately go forward.
Next, he saw Joelson face the great ax that was about to reach his head, and a blood-red longsword appeared in his hand.
The longsword emanated a thick blood mist. A dark red bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the sword.
Even though he didn't face Joelson directly, he could sense the terrifying power emanating from the longsword. Just by looking at it, he felt as though he would die in the next second.
His eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Joelson in disbelief.
He remembered!
He had seen this person before!
Joelson raised his right hand, gently waving his longsword.
He saw the demigod who was about to chop down with his great ax. His movements were stiff and he was frozen in place.
In the next second, a thin thread appeared in the middle of the demigod's body. It emitted a blood-red light, spreading from the top of his head all the way to his body.
After that, his body was split in half, falling to the ground. Under the effects of the dark-red lightning, he was quickly annihilated, not leaving even a speck of dust behind.
The other demigod who hadn't attacked was stunned on the spot. His wide eyes revealed an extremely terrified gaze.
This was the man who had killed so many demigods in the Land of Slaughter that they had all gone into hiding!
Hadn't he joined forces with the other most powerful experts in an attempt to escape from the Land of Slaughter, only to be killed by the Watchers in the end?
This news had been released by the Watchers.
It was also because of this news that these demigods had dared to reappear in the Land of Slaughter.
How was he still alive?
