The witcher ancestor stood above the palace. He did not know what to feel.
A moment later, a cyan light shot straight out of the palace and landed in front of the witcher ancestor.
"Long time no see." Hiram's voice was calm and cold.
The witcher ancestor's withered face seemed to twitch. The two stared at each other until the witcher ancestor broke the silence. "Why did you pretend to be dead?"
Hiram raised his head and looked up at the sky. His eyes shone strangely.
"I respect the friendship that we had, so I am telling you to get out of the Lothlann Continent,"
Hiram said, his voice full of emotion.
It would be easy for the witcher ancestor to leave the Lothlann Continent and survive elsewhere.
"Tell me the reason." The witcher ancestor found Hiram's behavior to be so strange.
"You don't need to know. I have to get the World Essence and go to the Primitive Wilderness. It is my destiny," Hiram said.
"You've changed, Hiram. It's either that, or I never really knew you at all." The witcher ancestor turned around. After all, there was no more point in pushing him. Hiram had already made up his mind.
The witcher ancestor fell beside Finley and Barnes and stood there quietly.
In the void, Hiram was clad in strong, cyan armor. He was a peerless warrior. The halberd in his hand had a destructive power. As soon as he appeared, all the other destroyers seemed weak and inferior.
The mysterious man's attention was focused on Hiram.
"It's you." The mysterious man seemed to know Hiram.
"How do you know me?" Hiram asked coldly.
"Humph, I know everything about the war that happened a million years ago. I didn't expect you to be here.
I'm curious about how you could stay on the Lothlann Continent since you have already reached the God Realm," the mysterious man said.
"Your strength is comparable to a warrior in the God Realm as well. You can also stay on this continent. That's why," said Hiram.
"You're wrong. I'm a ten-tribulation holy warrior. The mortal world will not expel me. But, you. You are different. You have a true God Character, which is not allowed by the rules of the mortal world."
"So what? I'm here now. It's really not any of your business," Hiram said coldly.
"Ha!" The mysterious man laughed. "Do you think that you can contend with me just because you're a god? In just a few minutes, you will be a corpse and your soul will be destroyed. I will make sure of that."
All things considered, a ten-tribulation holy warrior would be much more powerful than a cultivator at the lower stage of the God Realm. Hiram was no match for the mysterious man.
However, Hiram was calm and relaxed. He was not afraid of the mysterious man at all. It was as if he had a few tricks up his sleeve.
The mysterious man didn't care. He knew he could kill Hiram.
Whoosh!
The mysterious man transformed into a flash of light and rushed towards Hiram.
Bang!
Hiram picked up his halberd and charged forward tens of thousands of times. Each of his attacks was loaded with dark cyan god's power!
It was a powerful and domineering force. Each strike had the power to pierce through a mortal world! Fortunately, the World Essence had greatly strengthened the space of the forbidden areas before the war started; or else the Lothlann Continent would have collapsed.
Bang! Bang! Bang
When Hiram and the mysterious man collided, the whole world exploded in a flash of light.
A moment later, a figure emerged from the light. It was none other than Hiram.
After he flew out, he headed straight for the one hundred thousand ancient senior holy warriors who were staying in the void.
As he was getting close, Hiram stabbed at it!
Blood rained down from the sky. Half of them died under the attack.
"Damn it!"
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