Lear could not have imagined that the Master of Stench and Flies, after suffering several setbacks, still hadn't learned.
He actually dared to directly charge into the swamp, and even wanted to kill him!
What was going through this fly's mind?
What made it think that an entity in control of authority would have no means to deal with this demigod?
As long as he was within the swamp, he was a genuine divine spirit!
The power the opponent relied on was laughable in his eyes.
The only threat was the ancient god power held by the opponent.
But the Master of Stench and Flies had only acquired an artifact of the ancient god, it wasn't like the ancient god was intervening personally.
Could its power withstand the power of rules?
With strange emotions, his thoughts penetrated the land of flesh and blood.
Deep within the Land of Crimson Rot, crimson chains tightly imprisoned the massive Master of Stench and Flies.
