Unfortunately, the next time he summoned it, he might have to reach the divine realm.

At this stage of the game, Joelson did not have that much lifespan to continue squandering.

The metal puppet army was still there but they were all motionless.

These ordinary puppet warriors lost the ability to move after the power of their divine sparks faded.

Joelson was thinking about where he should go next?

At this moment, the space in front of him suddenly cracked and a figure quickly came out.

It was a silver-haired handsome young man.

It was the Space Throne, Archer.

Archer's figure was in a sorry state. He looked surprised when he saw Joelson.

"Joelson? You are still here!"

Archer quickly scanned his surroundings and asked anxiously, "Where's the Dark Demon Dragon?"

Joelson hesitated for a moment and said, "It left a long time ago."

Archer let out a long sigh of regret. His expression quickly turned ugly as he said anxiously, "Then hurry up and follow me. During the battle with us, the undead skeleton has completely fused with the power of the divine spark. Now that they have become gods, hurry up and leave the Divine Kingdom!"

Before Archer could finish his words, the aura of death of the undead surged out from the shattered space. A few figures were flung out like arrows.

It was the other three thrones and the Silver Dragon King. They seemed to have been sent flying by a huge force.

Five years had passed. Other than their auras weakening a little, there were almost no changes to the other thrones.

After the thick death aura of the undead, Angus Dubin's furious roars could be faintly heard. A terrifying divine-level pressure was being transmitted over, crushing this Divine Kingdom.

The four thrones' expressions became unsightly.

"Let's go!"

Archer conveniently brought Joelson along.

The four thrones shattered the void at the same time.

A black figure flew over towards Joelson.

Archer's expression was unsightly. He brought Joelson through different spatial angles as he cursed under his breath, "Damned Dark Throne. They're still thinking about divine sparks at this point in time!"

Joelson's expression was calm. Not only was he not panicking but he even had the urge to give it a try.

Even he himself did not know how powerful he was right now. He needed a domain-level divine spark to give it a try.

As if he had thought of something, Archer came to his senses and asked Joelson, "Where's the divine spark you obtained?"

Joelson did not reply. He suddenly took a step forward and broke free from Archer's palm. He stood outside the space and looked at him calmly.

Everything was obvious.

Archer stood rooted to the spot. His expression instantly became extremely complicated.

From Archer's gaze, Joelson could see occasional flashes of killing intent but, in the end, he still suppressed it.

"Hah. Forget it."

Archer let out a long sigh and said with a bitter smile, "The thing that we, the five great divine-ranked, have spent so much effort to obtain... I never thought that it would end up in your hands."

"Oh, right!"

Archer suddenly became puzzled and asked in surprise, "Since you've received the divine spark inheritance, why haven't you advanced to divine-ranked?"

Joelson pondered for a moment and explained, "My domain is a little special."

Archer nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He looked at Joelson with envious eyes and sighed, "It seems that it won't be long before another throne will appear in the Saint Realm."

The two came out of the lost Divine Kingdom and let out a sigh of relief.

"Before Angus Dubin completely inherits the Divine Kingdom, he shouldn't come out. But after that..."

Archer glanced at Joelson and said, "You have to be careful."

"I know."

Joelson nodded.

Angus Dubin still had a part of Priestley in his mind. He didn't want to give up on Priestley's divine personality and, sooner or later, he would come looking for him.

Of course, Joelson also had thoughts about Angus Dubin's undead divine personality.

When the time came, it would depend on who would be the final winner.

When the two of them appeared in the Saint Realm, they were surprised to find that their surroundings were very empty. There were not many people in such a large Saint Realm and the few people in the Saint Realm were seriously injured, as if they were hiding here to recuperate.

Archer was the fastest among the Four Great Thrones. When they saw him appear, the few people in the Saint Realm who were recuperating immediately revealed excited and ecstatic expressions.

"It's the thrones! The thrones are back!"

Joelson and Archer looked at each other in puzzlement. Only then did they know what had happened.

"Five years?"

Archer's face revealed an astonished expression, he said in a low voice, "I almost forgot that the flow of time in the domain of the gods is different from the outside world. We lost the divine kingdom because the master of the Divine Kingdom, Priestley, has already died, so the flow of time hasn't changed. We've only been in the undead bone region for less than a year."

From the saint-level's description, the two realized just how much the so-called demonic disaster was in their eyes.

"The Dark Church actually betrayed the continent? They released the demi-demons imprisoned in the eye of the Abyss?"

"Doesn't that mean?"

Archer's expression was horrified as he said in astonishment, "The Dark Throne?"

Before he could finish his words, the shadow behind Archer suddenly expanded and a black figure walked out from the shadow.

Archer's expression changed and he subconsciously wanted to drill into the void but the shadow under him was like a nail that firmly nailed his body to the ground.

The pitch-black dagger quietly reached out, pointing straight at Archer's head.

Archer's pupils contracted and, in an instant, countless spatial blades shot out from his hand but they all seemed to disappear, shooting into the shadow without any reaction.

Just as the pitch-black dagger was about to pierce into Archer's forehead, a hand suddenly shot out from the side, grabbed Archer, and pulled him back.

The dagger was still some distance away from Archer's head, so it could only cut down rapidly, leaving a long wound on his chest.

"Damn it!"

Having escaped death, Archer stared at the figure walking out of the shadows, his face pale.

Black blood kept flowing out of his chest. Although the knife didn't kill him, it still heavily injured him.

"You even use poison!"

Archer cursed.

The Dark Throne coldly put away the black dagger.

Beside him, the Light Throne and the Flame Throne walked out. The Silver Dragon King followed them.

The three of them stared at Archer without any expression.

Archer's face showed a look of disbelief. "You want to kill me?"

"No, we don't want to kill you."

The Light Throne shook his head, extended a finger, and pointed at Joelson behind Archer. He said faintly, "We just want him."

"He has a second divinity."

The Flame Monarch added, "Archer, you ran too fast and protected him. The Dark can only give you a small warning."

"Idiot!"

Siegel pointed at the Dark Throne and shouted passionately, "This guy allied with the demi-humans to invade the continent and you still chose to cooperate with him?"