The Watcher was pleasantly surprised when he saw Joelson appear.

As long as Joelson had not escaped, it was fine. The people of the Land of Slaughter were obviously not united. A pile of loose sand was not worth being afraid of.

Now was a good time to seize Joelson!

The Watcher did not want to kill Joelson directly. Joelson had previously escaped from the Land of Slaughter and they had no clue how. Joelson must be in control of a small world. As long as they could seize Joelson and force him to find out the location of the small world, then the small world would belong to him!

A small world that he couldn't even detect would definitely be of high quality!

As long as he could acquire it, his power would definitely increase by a lot. He might even have a chance to advance to the highgod realm!

The overseer's gaze towards Joelson became greedy. His heart was burning with passion.

Barnard hadn't come over yet and no one was competing with him for the opportunity. This was a good chance to seize Joelson's interrogation for himself!

Thinking of this, the Watcher suddenly made a move, and a blood-red light blade shot towards Joelson.

Joelson looked at the approaching blood-red light blade and the slaughter sword appeared in his hand.

Dark-red lightning shot out from the blade, gently slashing down, leaving a black mark in the void.

The blood-red light blade broke into two halves in the air and then disappeared into the void.

The Watcher's pupils contracted slightly. Before he had escaped from the Land of Slaughter, he already had the strength to kill one of his clones. Now that he had returned, his strength had become even stronger and was enough to easily take a blow from him.

However, the Watcher did not care. This was just a casual blow from him.

The few clones of the Watcher looked at each other, then disappeared at the same time, charging fiercely towards Joelson.

But they saw that Joelson didn't seem to have any intention of fighting back. Instead, he took two steps back.

"Your opponent isn't me."

Joelson said in a low voice.

The few gods were stunned but their bodies didn't stop. They continued to charge towards Joelson.

And then, they saw that the void in front of Joelson had split open into a massive rift and an extremely dazzling blood-red light was flashing within.

In the crack, a giant dragon covered in scales that looked like blood rushed out abruptly.

The Watcher's pupils contracted violently as he crashed into them at an extremely fast speed. He was shocked by the sudden appearance of the giant dragon and could not react for a moment.

They were also charging towards the sudden appearance of the giant dragon. At this moment, they wanted to dodge, but they could not control their bodies and collided directly with the giant dragon.

The Watchers felt an enormous force collide against their bodies, as though a mountain was viciously smashing towards them.

The few of them were knocked flying backward, their hearts filled with shock and terror.

"A giant dragon?"

The few clones simultaneously cried out in alarm.

However, they quickly discovered that although the giant dragon before them was terrifyingly powerful, it was standing in front of them like a mountain.

However, the power of the giant dragon was only at the peak of the deity realm. It hadn't even reached the demigod level. It was far from being a match for them.

"Don't panic! It can't hurt us!"

One of the clones warned them.

Only now did they discover that although the giant dragon had knocked them flying with terrifying power, they hadn't received any substantial damage at all.

"This seems to be a giant slaughter dragon?" One of them said in surprise.

"That's right. Moreover, it's a giant slaughter dragon with extremely terrifying talent!"

"Let's capture this giant slaughter dragon first! We'll have plenty of time to slowly tame it in the future!"

As the few of them spoke, they surrounded Fenrir, their eyes revealing an extremely greedy expression.

Giant slaughter dragons were extremely rare to begin with. Even in the endless planes, there were not many of them. Moreover, Fenrir had never seen a giant slaughter dragon with his own eyes.

And now, a deity-level giant slaughter dragon had appeared before his eyes. How could he possibly let it go? What's more, it was such a terrifyingly talented giant slaughter dragon!

Joelson quietly watched all of this, seemingly not planning to attack.

He wanted to use this battle to help Fenrir break through his bottleneck and become a demigod, completely transforming into an ancient giant slaughter dragon!

"Roaaar!"

Fenrir let out an angry roar, his ruby-like eyes burning with an intense will to battle.

Even though he was surrounded by several gods, he didn't feel the slightest bit of fear. Instead, he seemed to be filled with excitement and anticipation.

The slaughter dragon was born for battle and slaughter. It thirsted for battle.

It thirsted even more to become powerful!

Ever since it had witnessed the battles of Du Lu, the steel dragon, and Lightning in the runic lands, it had left behind terrifying traces.

It had longed for the day when it would become as powerful as them.

And battle was the best way!

Fenrir didn't wait for the others to make a move. He transformed into a streak of blood-red light, suddenly charging towards a person.

The laws of slaughter wrapped around the sharp claws and fangs, launching a fierce attack against the target.

The god didn't have time to dodge. He was slashed by Fenrir's giant claws, and then he was wildly bitten.

However, the blood-red armor that the god had condensed on his body didn't allow Fenrir's attacks to have much effect. They only left behind a few bloody scars.

The god looked at Fenrir mockingly. He waved the longsword in his hand, leaving behind a black scar in the air as he viciously chopped down towards Fenrir

Clang!

A metallic clashing sound rang out.

The longsword was blocked by Fenrir's giant claw. Fenrir fiercely waved his other giant claw, clawing towards the overseer.

Although Fenrir was only at the peak of the deity realm, he was able to fight to a draw against the overseer, who had the power of a god.

The overseer's realm was even higher. When Fenrir's attack landed on the overseer's armor, it didn't have much of an effect. Fenrir, on the other hand, relied on his giant dragon's powerful body to completely not fear the overseer's attack, giving up on defense... he fiercely attacked the Watcher.

Although he was covered in wounds, he had also inflicted quite a few injuries on the watcher.

But very quickly, the situation changed.

The Watcher's clones all charged forward, surrounding Fenrir.

No matter how talented Fenrir was or how fierce he was, he was only at the deity realm. As for the Watcher's clones, they were all gods in terms of strength.

Facing the combined attacks of these people, Fenrir's attacks became even more ferocious. He stared fixedly at one of the Watchers as he attacked with all his might.

He was about to heavily injure the Watcher but, under the combined attacks of these people, Fenrir seemed to have sunk into a swamp. On one side, he wanted to launch an attack, while on the other side, he had to be on guard against the others. His attacks became slower and slower.

Gradually, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he continuously let out furious roars.

As Joelson watched this scene, he tightened his grip on the sword of slaughter, preparing to attack at any moment. If Fenrir couldn't hold on any longer, he would immediately attack, but now wasn't the time.

Fenrir hadn't reached his limit yet.

He wanted to become a demigod and he wanted to transform into an ancient giant dragon of slaughter.

He was just a little bit away!

Suddenly, as though sensing something, Joelson unintentionally turned his gaze towards the direction of the black-golden sun.

He muttered to himself.

"Finally."