The Profundity Monarch walked out of the void, stroking his beard with a smile as he looked down at the elite dark race unit below.

The dark races had set up base to rest. The tents had been pitched in a neat formation, at precisely the same distance from one another. This unit might not be vast in number, but every soldier possessed great fighting power and there were countless experts in their ranks.

The Profundity Monarch saw eight marquises at a single glance, as well as innumerable counts. He could kill droves with a random slap.

The monarch slowly descended to the ground. “This is the Profundity Monarch speaking! I feel it’s below me to attack you people, but I’ll make an exception during special circumstances. I’ll consider letting the rest go if all those above the marquis realm commit suicide. If I must take action, I will wipe out every living creature here!”

These words were spoken with origin power. The mandate of a heavenly monarch contained such might that the soldiers in the camp collapsed to the ground. Those below the count-rank simply couldn’t stand up. Only the marquises and counts remained on their feet.

The profundity monarch scanned the base and actually saw over ten marquises and dozens of counts. The densely packed lineup brought him a fair bit of surprise, and he even regretted saying that he would let those below the marquis realm leave.

These marquises formed the core strength of the Evernight Faction, and losing them would deal a massive blow to the dark races.

But he quickly set the enticing thoughts aside—it was already a taboo for him to kill ten marquises in passing. If he were to go overboard, the Evernight Council might ignore everything and set out on a path of revenge. Even the Profundity Monarch would suffer a fair bit of criticism if the conflict were to affect the Empire.

In truth, there was already a big risk involved in killing these marquises. The argument that the council was sending sacrificial pieces was barely valid. Killing these marquises would grant the Profundity Monarch massive contributions, an amount even those on the frontline like Song Zining and Zhao Jundu could hardly catch up to.

The army below was in a difficult situation, but there was neither chaos nor terror. This surprised the Profundity Monarch a fair bit. He was also angered by the response.

He wasn’t as illustrious as the Pointer Monarch or Prince Greensun. He had only stood guard over his domain during the internal strife at the Imperial court and rarely appeared in public. Hence, his sense of existence was grossly inferior to Lin Xitang.

Yet he was a true heavenly monarch who had enjoyed great power for many years, and he had slaughtered a genius demonkin duke just a while ago. Why were these dark races not cowering in his presence? Why were they so calm? This was looking down on him.

No matter how calm the Profundity Monarch was, he still had his temper. “Not committing suicide yet, huh? You’re forcing me to attack and send you all off?”

The marquises below exchanged glances. Despite looking fearful, all of them began to accumulate power, unwilling to give up without resistance.

The Profundity Monarch shouted, “Since that’s the case, I won't be holding back.”

He slowly lifted his right palm, stirring up raging winds that formed a tempest at the center of the dark race camp.

Ordinary dukes and divine champions couldn’t easily draw upon the strange origin power of the new world. The Profundity Monarch, however, could forcibly bend the energy here to his will. A single move from him was so powerful that it stirred the wind and clouds.

The marquises and counts below finally started to panic and launched one attack after another. The sound of gunfire echoed loudly as a storm of origin bullets whizzed toward the Profundity Monarch.

The monarch sneered as a light green origin power emerged around him. The glow was rather faint, but the barrier was extremely strong. The countless origin bullets only produced ripples on its surface; there was simply no sign of it breaking.

At this point, the Profundity Monarch’s palm had already reached the peak of its trajectory. As he flipped his hand and brought it down, the tempest in the air turned into a dark green storm that bore down upon the camp below.

The tempest had just taken form when countless arcs of electricity shot out from within, causing all of the dark race soldiers to panic. The stronger the expert, the more they were able to sense that the energy in this storm was enough to destroy them, their comrades, and everyone in the base.

A heavenly monarch’s wrath was anything but ordinary.

Several marquises went pale and fled after discarding their weapons. They dashed out at lightning speed at first, but there was a terrifying pull emanating from the tempest that only grew stronger the further the target was from the center.

Those marquises grew slower and slower until they were moving at a snail’s pace by the time they were around the edge of the camp. The storm descended slowly, but it was growing stronger with each passing moment. The marquises still at the center of the explosion realized that there was no chance of survival at all.

This scene of chaos put a satisfied smile on the Profundity Monarch’s face.

It was at this time that a surge of razor-sharp blood energy shot into the sky. A clear, cold voice filled the entire battlefield. “A bunch of useless trash!”

The Profundity Monarch locked onto the blood energy. “You’ve finally appeared. Unfortunately, you have no chance in my hands.”

He hadn’t finished speaking when a beam of sword energy flickered from down below!

The energy was black, with a hint of gold within the utter darkness. The glow was supposed to be dim, but it became dazzling against the backdrop of darkness. The Profundity Monarch actually felt his eyes stinging ever so slightly.

Greatly astonished, the monarch didn’t have time to do anything before the sword-glow flashed again. One, two, three beams grew into countless streams!

The radiance weaved into a single point and crushed the Profundity Monarch’s tempest. Some of the beams even struck the Profundity Monarch himself.

This rude gesture infuriated the Profundity Monarch. Before he could act up, though, he heard cracking sounds from the green protective barrier. The slash had actually produced countless cracks in it, and a thin stream of sword energy slipped through the cracks, landing on his body.

This invincible blood energy was already at the end of its flight, only producing a small cut at the edge of the Profundity Monarch’s robes. One could hardly see it unless they were close.

Yet it remained a fact that the Profundity Monarch had been tainted by an enemy attack. As a heavenly monarch, this was no different from a resounding slap to his face. This was especially true since he was just ordering the other party to commit suicide.

The Profundity Monarch’s expression went from red to blue, then to purple. Slightly narrowing his eyes, he shot out two beams of bright light from his eyes. The gaze passed through the still-churning storm and landed on a figure standing at the center of the camp.

“It really is you!”

Nighteye said, “Who else?”

The Profundity Monarch’s gaze landed on the black, two-meter blade in her hands. “This is… Awakening Dream?”

“Correct.”

“Who would’ve thought the council would let you take one of their three holy weapons? Looks like they think quite highly of you.”

“You should be praising how I managed to wound you with it.”

The Profundity Monarch was livid. “It wouldn’t be so troublesome today if the military had removed a scourge like you back then.”

Nighteye’s countenance paled ever so slightly at the mention of her past. “I wasn’t a scourge back then.”

“Those of a different race will always have different intentions! For the Empire’s peace and stability, you should still be removed even if you’ve hidden your intentions. Your escape back then led to the trouble today. This monarch will have to see how the Zhao clan will explain things now.”

Nighteye’s expression turned cold. “Those of a different race will always have different intentions… well said! Profundity Monarch, didn’t you want to kill me? What are you waiting for?”

The monarch was furious. “Insolence! No matter who you were in your past life, you’re just a marquis at the moment. How dare you speak with such arrogance?! This monarch wanted to give you some time to speak, but don’t blame me since you’re courting death yourself! That Awakening Dream is now the Empire’s!”

The Profundity Monarch grabbed at the air, condensing the origin power into a black tempestuous mass. It was more a ball of lightning than anything!

The ball of lightning shot downward with a swing of his hand. He didn’t even try to aim since death would descend within a thousand meters from the impact. No one could escape.

The ball of lightning would condense the origin power of the world as it descended, growing stronger and stronger as it did so.

The Profundity Monarch had the leisure to say with a cold smile, “What can you do against my Deicide Lightning, even with Awakening Dream? The sword is a holy weapon, but you’re too weak to activate its full power.”

Nighteye didn’t panic, however. She thrust Awakening Dream into the ground and produced a tyrannical-looking origin gun!

“The Tempest!!!” The Profundity Monarch was shocked.

As a famed powerhouse of the Empire, he was no stranger to the four square barrels of the Tempest. Whenever this gun appeared on the battlefield, it would always be a bitter fight.

Back when the Profundity Monarch was still in the field, the werewolf race’s active great dark monarch was the Wolf Sovereign. The sovereign was extremely powerful on his own. With the Tempest in his arsenal, even the Profundity Monarch could hardly beat him.

That was a matter from many years ago, but seeing the Tempest brought back memories that made the Profundity Monarch’s brows twitch.

This was actually a good opportunity. The Profundity Monarch unleashed a long peal of laughter, saying, “Who would’ve thought you’d bring such great gifts...”

He was only halfway through when a thunderous blast interrupted his speech.

The Tempest’s four barrels spat out flames of origin power, its shots connecting into a terrifying stream of fire that blasted the Deicide Lightning. The Tempest had fired hundreds if not thousands of rounds within moments!

The Profundity Monarch could feel his right hand shaking fiercely. He couldn’t help but feel surprised that the lightning ball was almost blasted apart. The Tempest was the number one in terms of firepower, and that fame was entirely deserved. What surprised him more was that Nighteye could actually draw out such firepower. The monarch almost felt that he had exchanged blows with the Wolf Sovereign.

The Profundity Monarch roared loudly, “We’ll see how long you can hold out!”

Almost immediately, the origin power of the world once again converged into the ball of Deicide Lightning. The almost-dispersed lightning recovered and even doubled in size as it smashed downward.

Unknowingly, the Profundity Monarch had used ninety percent of his strength. He considered Nighteye a worthy opponent.