The sacred and inviolable aura surged forth, attempting to resonate with the atmosphere of the void.

What on earth lies within?!

Kalanis gripped the war saber tightly in her hand, this warrior with the bloodline of the Ancient God, wielding a part of the Authority of Tyranny.

She sensed a familiar aura... was that—the power of Authority?!

With intense observation, the pressure grew thicker.

Suddenly, a blurry object slowly descended from the pitch-black void.

Its speed was slow, from obscure to gradually clear.

When it fell into mid-air, detaching from the void, Lear finally saw what it was—

An ancient corpse.

From afar, one could feel the ancient aura it exuded.

It was something that had crossed the River of Time, impossible to forge.

Large, shattered scars covered its body, wounded by unknown hands, and now the flesh was already churning.

It seemed as if time couldn't erode its body.

Its attire was a mix of black and red, distinctly styled from ancient times.

The right hand tightly held a long, curved war saber, over 3 meters in length, reflecting a cold metallic sheen.

Behind it, long black hair flowed freely, adding a touch of eeriness to the scene.

The moment the ancient corpse detached from the void, a trembling war intent surged from within its body.

Sweeping across all directions.

In that moment, it seemed as though only the corpse remained between heaven and earth.

Like an Ancient War God awakening, the entire world would be trampled beneath its feet.

Lear felt every pore on his body angrily expanding.

Danger, extreme danger!

The high-tier heroes behind him turned pale.

Only Kalanis, with an unyielding gaze, emitted an aura to clash against it.

Had he not sensed that the corpse had no life energy, Lear might have reconsidered using different means!

An existence of this level, if still alive, was beyond mortal capability to handle.

Lear took a deep breath, and with a thought, the cloak behind him quietly covered his body.

The next moment, he walked on air, heading toward the ancient corpse.

Under the oppressive force of terrifying war intent, he felt he was confronting the Divine Power of a War God.

With each approach, the pressure on his body and soul grew significantly.

As he drew ten meters close to the corpse, a scarred face was revealed before him.

Though it had died millions of years ago, the scars left from countless terrifying battles and slaughters were evident.

At this point, the pressure he felt surged to the extreme, making further advancement impossible.

His soul could barely bear it.

Taking a deep breath, the Swamp Divine Format radiated deep light, overflowing the body, and surged toward the corpse.

Directly infiltrating it.

This ancient corpse seemed as if it had just died—the energy and flesh hadn't wasted away.

Lear sensed briefly and discovered an incredibly pure and sacred power at its heart.

It brought forth an overwhelming joy.

Authority of the Swamp!!

After months of countless battles... he finally saw the ultimate power of this world!

This was the Authority of the Swamp, and it would be his strength!

With the Authority in his grasp, he could control that supreme power—

The rules!

Only then would he, the Swamp God, be a true Divine Spirit.

After a few deep breaths, he couldn't calm his inner emotions; sensing again, his gaze turned dark.

Yet this power wasn't easily attainable—the earth-shattering war intent of the ancient corpse had transformed into chains, tightly imprisoning the Authority of the Swamp.

This corpse had sealed the Authority within its heart!!

This approach... terrifying to hear!

Lear took a deep gaze at the indistinguishable face.

He began to channel the power of the Swamp Divine Format outwards, gradually wrapping the heart.

Sensing the presence of the Divine Format, the imprisoned Authority of the Swamp began to stir.

It attempted to break through the war intent-formed chains, wanting to return to its origin.

But that war intent was like cast metal, indifferent to their charges.

Lear's eyes slightly sharpened.

These chains couldn't be broken in one go, but... tearing one chain could open a breach!!!

Confronting the Swamp's power, the war intent was already familiar, and no matter how he operated, it remained unmoved.

A new force was needed to sever the chains!

But, it was extremely difficult to face such war intent that could crush a soul!

Lear instinctively glanced at the high-tier heroes below, apart from Kalanis who could face it head-on, the others were under immense pressure.

Without the protection of a Divine Format, they couldn't approach the ancient corpse.

This task... was up to him.

His mind cleared, but his gaze grew increasingly frenzied.

Spiritual Power surged out, gathering within the ancient corpse, waiting to form a Spirit Blade before fiercely cleaving at a war intent chain ensnaring the heart.

He used the most direct method to sever the chain!

Upon contacting the war intent, an overwhelming pressure rushed in like a sky full of stars crashing onto the earth.

Lear suddenly saw a pair of pitch-black eyes emerging in his mind.

Like a lofty War God overlooking the humble, blasphemous low life.

At that moment, the terrifying war intent directly penetrated, smashing into his soul.

It was like an enormous grindstone, attempting to obliterate his soul alive!!

Lear's eyes filled with a hint of bloody red, his gaze brimming with tyranny.

Dead for millions of years, yet daring to be presumptuous before him!!!

Spiritual Power madly infused within, using the most frenzied and reckless stance, directly severed the war intent chains.

Crunch~ An irresistible, terrifying pain surged in, he clenched his teeth, his throat emitting a beast-like roar.

Blood oozed from his seven orifices; it was extremely horrific.

But Lear was already utterly crazed, forcefully resisting the pressure that threatened to shatter his soul, controlling a thread of Divine Format's scattered power, penetrating the chain to join with the Authority within the heart.

In that instant, the Authority of the Swamp was filled with Life Energy, surging wildly, hammering the chains with tenfold, hundredfold the force.

The formerly solid chains shook repeatedly, as if they might break at any moment.

Perceiving this, the suffocating war intent grew ever more frenzied.

It began flooding into Lear's mind more violently, vowing to crush his soul!

Just then.

Roar~

A low, endlessly intimidating roar sounded from afar, spanning the entire Swamp.

At the horizon, a terrifying creature with spread wings, gray-brown in color, was scouring the land and sky.

A gust of pressure enveloped the Swamp, causing ordinary life forms to tremble in their souls, fleeing for refuge everywhere.

The oppression ingrained in their bloodline was irresistible.

Level 16... a Flying Dragon, had appeared!!

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