With the fall of the Lost King.

A large phantom of a giant maze appeared out of the sky.

It is like a mirage and does not exist in the conventional dimension.

Within the maze, there are thousands of illusory worlds, absurd, abstract, and bizarre.

There are also many figures with powerful auras, wandering confusedly in the illusory world.

A dark shadow in a king's robe exuded a tenth-level aura. The monarch was dead and the maze was unable to support it. It tore through the maze barrier and came to the real world.

It is the Lord of Falling Shadow who is trapped inside.

"What happened? The Lost Lord fell?"

Zarathusia smiled and said:

"Yes, we have won a great victory. The lost monarch has been executed. He is dead and there is no possibility of resurrection... Welcome back, my old friend."

When the Lord of Falling Shadow listened, he just felt like he was dreaming.

It is the elder who has experienced the great shattering of the shadow world.

It is deeply aware of the horror of a lost monarch.

The Four Emperors went out to war, but not a single blade of grass grew, and all realms fell.

This is no exaggeration.

Now, this mountain has been overthrown.

This feeling is beyond words.

It then breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Thank you all."

At this point, the shadow world has restored its lineup of 11 monarchs.

Eamon waved his hand, and a red flame snake cut through the sky.

Boom! The deep space trembled, the maze collapsed, and countless figures recovered from the confusion and scrambled to escape from the maze.

There were three other great wizards among them. Judging from their costumes, they were all from the same ancient times as Gargamel. They looked around with horrified eyes, confused about the situation.

"What...what's going on?"

"What year is it today?"

Eamonn said loudly:

"You have been trapped by the Lost Monarch, one of the Four Nightmare Emperors. Some of you may have been trapped for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

I am the leader of the Council of Nora and your liberator.

In order to prevent the lost monarch from being reborn with the help of you, no one is allowed to leave. Only after Nora has completed the inspection can we decide whether you will stay or not."

His words exuded unquestionable aura of supreme authority.

Not to mention the ninth level, all the tenth level people present had some thoughts of surrender in their hearts.

Many ninth-level people didn't dare to disobey, so they all agreed in a daze.

Except for some who were just imprisoned by the Lost Monarch, most of the others have been out of touch with the times for too long. They can be considered a blessing in disguise and are lucky to survive to this day.

Eamon naturally wanted to win these people over to Nora's side.

Nora is only over 500 and level 9 now.

There are more than 80 people in the ninth level among the group of people who have lost their way through reincarnation.

There are over 10,000 people above level six, and their average strength is hard to count.

As for reincarnations below level six, the vast majority have completely lost their will and self-awareness, and have become walking zombies that cannot be saved by gods.

Eamon sighed and lamented the cruel methods of the Four Emperors.

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Dark place.

The Lord of Terror's eyes narrowed, causing waves in his heart.

Even if the four great demon kings fell collectively, it would not fluctuate so much, but the four emperors were different. Each of the four emperors was the acting successor of the supreme will.

They are the first powerful beings conceived by the Mother of Red and Black.

They all have the potential to rise to the top.

The bloody eyes of hatred scanned the strong Nola, causing a shuddering feeling to rise in the hearts of everyone present.

The Lord of Terror left under the watchful eyes of the Underworld Ancestor.

"The war is far from over."

Its voice echoes in the dark places.

Eamon looked calm and murmured in his heart:

"It's not over yet. We've been passively beaten for so long... Next, it's our turn to take the initiative. The real war has just begun!"

On the golden throne, Li Wei raised his eyes and looked around.

Within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, there is not a single intact space. There are turbulent spaces everywhere, and even chaotic time vortexes. Non-tenth-level experts cannot step into them.

He said:

"Everyone, after cleaning up the battlefield, let's work together to seal this place for ten thousand years... wait until the space here returns to normal before it can be opened again."

Eamonn said:

"I think so too."

Immediately, the battlefield cleanup work began.

This battle is not just about Nora, but also the underworld and the Void Temple. Therefore, the distribution of the spoils must also take care of these allies to avoid delaying subsequent cooperation.

Li Wei has already suppressed a bunch of Level 10s in the Baidi Palace.

He did not participate in the distribution of all other spoils, whether it was the Four Demon Lords or the Lost Lord. He had already made a huge profit from this battle and could not be greedy.

The dark battlefield comes to an end.

More and more tenth-level powerhouses are returning to Nora. The demons and nightmare forces in the territory are quickly cleared away. The shadow army and the bloody war spirits have gained a lot. The remnants of the ninth-level remnants in Nola are left to all races to wait for them.

Slow nibbling digestion.

Three days later.

A total of 100 level 10 powerhouses were dispatched by the three-party alliance of Nora, Hades, and the Holy Temple. Aemon, Hela, Zarathus, and the Will of Heaven stood at the four poles.

Under the auspices of the Supreme Council, an invisible giant network completely blocked the battlefield with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, causing it to temporarily disappear into this deep space.

The universe has its own ability to heal itself. Once this deep space is restored to its original state, it can be released again, otherwise it will only cause casualties in vain.

After these aftermath work are completed.

Many high-level officials gathered together to discuss post-war matters.

Eamon first thanked the underworld and the Void Temple for their help, and then said: "The distribution of the spoils needs to be discussed by all parties."

The one negotiating on behalf of the underworld was the Nine Death Swordsman: "We only want the lost monarch's crystals and trophies. Others will not participate in the distribution."

Eamon and Hela looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Among all the trophies, those belonging to the Four Emperors must be the most precious, but for Nora, one Four Emperors is not as cost-effective as ten ordinary monarchs.

Nora is too lacking in level 10 combat power.

These ordinary monarchs can refine more legendary items, treasures, and legendary witchcraft, thereby taking Nora's top level of strength to a higher level.

For the underworld, what they lack is top-notch combat power like the Four Emperors.

When it was Void Temple’s turn, Hela smiled and said:

"I don't have any requirements here. Sir Eamon can allocate it reasonably."

Eamon nodded and said:

"The lady must be satisfied."

The senior officials discussed the distribution of the spoils.

Li Wei returned to the ancient banyan fairyland and fell asleep.

Elena's figure flew over with a distressed look on her face.

She did not participate in this war, but stayed in the ancient banyan fairyland to recuperate her body and take care of her three brothers and sisters. She did not expect that it would end in just one day.

As the wife of the palace master, Elena deeply knows how strong Levi's endurance and endurance are, and how tenacious his willpower is.

Under normal circumstances, even if it is a year of fighting.

Li Wei would not be so tired and exhausted.
To be continued...