The sky was filled with blood rain descending from above, spilling onto the snow-capped mountains; each drop of blood was like a scarlet meteor. Just by passing through, it could level a mountain peak.
The falling blood droplets eventually formed a blood-colored lake in the mountains. The blood aura lingered, and steam rose like a volcano about to erupt.
"Grom, you're not doing so well!"
Noah looked at the Beastman Demigod opposite him, whose chest wound was rapidly healing, feeling quite pleased, and his tone grew more casual.
The power of this Beast King had fallen by at least one minor level. Therefore, the suppression he experienced in the previous battle was completely reversed this time, and it was the Beast King who was being suppressed by him.
Starting from the Seventh Rank of Legend, every step up was a whole new world. The power difference of one level was even more exaggerated than the gap between Great Realms below Legend.
