On Enzo's lava giant body, the dark red magma glow flickered like a candle in the wind.

Every time the space shook, his huge body groaned under the heavy burden. The lava crust was covered with spider-web-like cracks, and what spurted out was no longer hot magma, but dark blood clots with a breath of death.

Anna curled up, with the Shadow Bow across her body, but the dark purple shadow energy was violently disordered by the erosion of DI's nothingness and the foul impact of the Blood God's outburst.

Her figure was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, as if she would completely dissipate in the chaotic energy turbulence at any time.

Every impact made her groan, and dark purple energy continued to flow out from the corners of her mouth. It was the origin of the shadow that was dissipating.

Monica's situation is the most serious.

Her wine-red pupils had long lost focus. The backlash from the complete collapse of the identification array under the impact of the DI True Name had not yet subsided, and now it was being repeatedly washed away by two completely different but equally terrifying divine storms.

She curled up on the ground, her body convulsing violently, thin lines of blood oozing from all seven orifices, and the blood vessels under her skin took on a strange blue-black color, as if her soul was being forcibly peeled off and torn apart.

If it weren't for the powerful vitality bestowed by the extreme mutation, she would have died of a mental breakdown long ago.

Xiao Mu has transformed his body into a giant light blanket covering her body, trying to use the gentle magic of the holy light to heal her pain.

Mark knelt on one knee, holding the huge cross shield with both arms.

The barrier formed by the colorful black light swayed violently, like an oil lamp in a storm, and the light was compressed to barely cover the small space where the four people stood.

Every spatial vibration and energy impact was like a sledgehammer hitting the shield, shaking his arms to the point of breaking, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his consciousness blackening under the double attack of severe pain and DI's all-consuming sense of nothingness.

The reason why they were able to withstand the impact of the divine power fluctuations of the Blood God, the Void Existence and the True Skull Crown in the Hall of Rebirth.

It’s not that their strength is really strong enough to compete with divine power.

In fact, it was all thanks to Mark and Enzo's three pieces of mythical equipment.

When faced with the impact of divine power, they can always release their respective divinity in a timely manner to reduce the damage of the attack to the team.

However, just as the Crimson Reaper exploded, the destructive torrent of filth briefly shook the outline of DI's nothingness!

Mark's cross necklace, the Forbidden Codex held close to his chest, and the rune forging hammer that Enzo held tightly in his hand to support his body.

These three mythical items that were caught up in the storm of the gods' war were like greedy beasts that had been dormant for a long time, and they simultaneously burst out with a weak but extremely pure suction force!

They are no longer simply defensive tools, but have transformed into three invisible whirlpools!

The cross necklace transformed into a giant cross shield bore the brunt of the attack, greedily absorbing the cold and dead essence of "nothingness" that was shaken and released by DI in the explosion.

The Forbidden Scripture emerged from Mark's arms, its pages moving without wind, making a rustling sound, madly absorbing the filthy energy fragments containing the Blood God's will and chaotic divinity produced by the Scarlet Reaper's self-explosion.

The mysterious runes on Enzo's Rune Forging Hammer burst out with an unprecedented deep black light, like a black hole swallowing up all the free energy in the space that was shattered and dissipated by the violent collision.

Including the light and dark fragments left by the Holy Light Guardians, the thousand-year-old death energy of the Undead King's Tomb, and even the space fragments torn off the edge of the DI Void Realm!

These three pure and different fragments of "divine power" were like trickles of water. They were forcibly stripped from the battlefield by the three divine artifacts and silently absorbed into their bodies!

Their light also undergoes subtle changes during absorption.

The edge of the colorful black light of the cross necklace was stained with an imperceptible, absolute darkness that seemed to be able to swallow up the light.

On the pages of the "Forbidden Scripture", a strange dark red pattern as red as blood appeared in the originally bright white holy light.

The black light of the rune forging hammer became more condensed and profound, and the hammer head even emitted a low humming sound, as if some kind of transformation was taking place inside.

This change was extremely secretive and barely noticeable in the earth-shaking storm of the divine war.

Mark only felt the throbbing from the cross necklace suddenly intensify, and a cold, dead, yet vast and boundless power flowed into his body along the necklace handle that turned into a giant shield.

It clashed violently with his own colorful black magic power and then strangely merged with it, bringing him a soul-tearing pain that almost made him faint.

And that was when the filthy storm detonated by the Blood God reached its peak and the outline of DI's nothingness fluctuated to the limit.

Buzz——————!!!

An indescribable throbbing from the deepest part of his soul swept over Mark without any warning!

This throbbing was stronger than any other time he had ever experienced, as if some existence sleeping at the source of his blood had been completely awakened!

The space around him, the space torn like rags by the storm of the gods' war, was like an invisible hand gently brushing across the water, causing circles of strange and silent ripples.

Time seemed to be stretched out.

The broken obsidian ground beneath his feet, the area covered with stained blood, energy residue and DI nothingness, melted silently.

It is not a physical dissolution, but a disappearance at the level of rules.

A bottomless, pure black circular area that seemed to be able to swallow up light, sound, and even concepts themselves appeared and expanded out of thin air under Mark's feet!

Then, twelve bone-white candle shadows, with cold and dead silence, and absolute majesty that could not be desecrated, rose slowly from the pure darkness that even the nothingness of DI could not penetrate!

The candle body was as pale as the remains of an ancient giant beast, with a faint blue flame burning at the top.

The flame flickered silently, and the flowing candle wax also emitted a cold and dark blue luster.

A lingering, lingering scent of rotten pine resin instantly filled the space ravaged by the storm of the divine war!

The mysterious altar reappears!

This time, it descended upon the center of the war between gods!

The faint blue candlelight was not bright, but it formed an indestructible boundary of absolute territory.

DI's void storm that shook space, and the filthy torrent that raged after the Blood God's self-destruction.

When it touched the boundary formed by the faint blue candlelight, it was as if it had hit the barrier of the universe and was silently isolated and dissolved!

The small space where Mark and his four companions were located instantly became the only peaceful harbor in this destructive storm!

In the center of the altar, in the area that looked like a pure black water surface, a crack more than one meter high and emitting a deep, colorful black light slowly and silently opened up.

There was no earth-shattering pressure released, no terrifying vision that distorted space.

His existence itself is the only ruler in this chaotic storm.

Within the cracks, the shapes are blurred, as if they were eyes made up of the deepest night and broken starlight, or as if they were made up of countless incomprehensible geometric symbols superimposed on each other.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the cracks, calmly "looking" at the area shrouded by the DI's ethereal outline, and the pale skull crown suspended within it.