Treasure Pearl Sea, an unnamed deserted island,

A fierce and extreme attack suddenly struck without any warning.

The attack carried a terrifying and unmatched strength, compressing the air intensely as it passed, emitting a sharp, deafening howl as if a lamentation from Hell.

Lis's face changed abruptly upon sensing danger.

Struck fiercely by this aggressive blow, he was like a kite with a broken string, falling violently from the sky.

His body tore through the air during the high-speed descent, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom.

Lis crashed towards the island below in a posture entirely devoid of resistance.

Boom!

This island, under Lis's impact with terrifying strength, couldn't endure at all.

The ground began to tremble violently, like a super earthquake, and enormous fissures spread swiftly like a spider's web.

Then the mountains on the island began to collapse, giant stones rolling down, raising dust all over the sky.

Trees uprooted, flying wildly in the gale.

In just a moment, the once intact island shattered, becoming countless fragments and debris.

The aftershock of the attack didn't cease there.

It was like an invisible storm, sweeping towards the surrounding sea.

The sea boiled instantly, with towering waves surging from the once calm surface.

A tsunami with an overwhelming force surged into the distance, devouring everything in its path.

The aftershock from this attack, which surpassed a legendary power, was astonishingly destructive, nearly demolishing the island.

Players who were originally fighting on the island had no chance of resistance under this terrifying shock wave, directly dying from its impact.

The shock wave, like an unseen sharp blade, pierced through the bodies of the players in an instant.

Blood stained the ground, mingling with the shattered island and the tumultuous tsunami, painting a tragic and heroic picture.

The entire world seemed shaken by this dreadful attack, plunging into brief silence.

Only the rolling waves and swirling dust continued to recount the heart-stopping disaster that just unfolded.

And that mysterious figure, after launching the swift attack, hesitated not a bit.

With a swift and commanding gesture, he swung both arms, exuding an irrefutable authority.

Instantly, an overwhelmingly terrifying black force surged from around him like a flood, rapidly spreading across the entire sky.

Wherever this force penetrated, the air seemed frozen, exuding an intimidating pressure.

Originally this sky was clear, with sunlight pouring down without reservation, illuminating the land brightly, instilling a sense of tranquility and peace.

However, at this moment, the sky seemed roughly crumpled by an invisible giant hand.

The once azure hue was swiftly consumed by thick clouds, turning dreadfully gloomy.

This oppressive scenery, like the scene before a looming storm, stirred a strong unease in one's heart.

Immediately afterward, streaks of black-red lightning like ferocious serpents fell abruptly from the roiling clouds.

These black-red bolts emitted bizarre lights, seemingly the manifestation of extreme evil in the world.

With the momentum of annihilating everything, they sliced through the gloomy sky, emitting thunderous roars.

Every flash of lightning seemed like the world was shivering in agony.

The entire scene was akin to the looming arrival of an apocalypse, sending chills down one's spine.

It felt as though standing in an abyss filled with hopelessness and horror, with no glimmer of hope visible.

Moments later, Lis soared abruptly from the ruins of the shattered island.

However, his status now appeared extremely grim.

The silver-white robe symbolizing glory was mostly torn, its ragged remnants fluttering in the wind, revealing a ghastly wound on his back.

This wound was deep enough to expose the bone; the flesh on his back was completely torn, even revealing fractured ribs, as if ravaged by some great force.

The flesh at the wound was continuously writhing, seemingly trying hard to mend this dreadful gash.

But each attempt was mercilessly thwarted by a lingering black force at the wound.

The black force roamed freely at the wound, gradually forming a sinister and complex pattern.

This pattern seemed alive, endlessly flickering eerie light, exuding a disquieting wicked aura.

It was the Hunting mark left by the Hunting God Mara.

Once this god marked a living being with his brutal and ruthless signature, it meant viewing it as prey.

No matter where they flee, they cannot escape the fate of being hunted and killed.

However, the intensity of this hunting mark probably didn't originate from the divine Mara but rather his followers.

Nonetheless, even this posed a tremendous problem for Lis!

After countless battles with divine incarnations, demigods, legends, Lis could clearly gauge the strength of the attacker.

No doubt, the attacker had attained the demigod rank of strength.

Otherwise, they wouldn't directly injure Lis.

Though the wound appeared ghastly, it wasn't excessively severe for Lis.

Originally Lis had the habit of maintaining a constant magic shield guardian.

Upon noting the attacker, he swiftly invoked multiple layers of Magic Shields upon himself.

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