When Joelson came out of the space of the ranch, he was surprised to find that everything around him had been destroyed. It was covered with a thick layer of frost and the feeling of slaughter had not completely dissipated.

Very strong.

Joelson frowned slightly. It seemed that someone had come to provoke him and left after seeing that he was no longer there.

"If there are more than two experts of this level, it will be difficult for me to face them head-on."

Joelson muttered to himself, "It seems that I have to increase my strength as soon as possible."

As he spoke, his eyes became cold and firm. Joelson flew into the air and arrived on the other side of the ownerless city.

What appeared in front of him was still a chaotic scene without any order. Joelson's expression was calm. The annihilation spear appeared in his hand and stabbed down ruthlessly.

The slaughter divine spark within his body emitted a dazzling blood-red light, wildly surging into the annihilation spear.

In the sky, it seemed as though countless blood-red spear shadows were raining down like a storm.

"Not good!"

"Damn it! Quickly flee!"

The spear shadows descended and only then did the demigods below notice them. All of them revealed terrified looks as they subconsciously fled in all directions.

But the speed at which the blood-red spear was descending far surpassed their imaginations.

One figure after another was pierced through by the spear. Then they fell down. Miserable screams rang out continuously and a large amount of blood mist rose up.

A short moment later.

More than ten divine sparks were collected into his hands.

There were too few of them.

Joelson couldn't help but frown.

Demigods weren't fools. Aside from those who had been suddenly killed, the others were able to endure the heavy injuries and flee.

They had to change to another location.

Joelson didn't expend any effort in chasing after those fleeing demigods. Instead, he flew to a location with a relatively large number of people, repeating what had just happened.

Just like that, he swept through the ownerless city one after another, and then he simply summoned the Dark Demon Dragon.

The power of a mid-stage demigod Dark Demon Dragon was comparable to a late-stage demigod.

It was more than enough to deal with ordinary demigods.

The Dark Demon Dragon was responsible for stopping those injured demigods who had the ability to flee for Joelson.

The efficiency of harvesting divine sparks instantly increased by a large margin.

Joelson's actions were like smashing a boulder into a pond, completely breaking the distorted peace of the ownerless city.

Terror spread out like a plague and countless people fled out of the city.

Although there would often be experts wantonly slaughtering in the ownerless city, because the power of slaughter was so dense that it would be selected as the victor, few experts would act as wantonly as he did, killing so many ordinary demigods.

Joelson's power of slaughter was also rapidly increasing. In the end, almost his entire body was covered in a blood-red mist, and waves of savage and brutal aura assaulted his consciousness.

Although the law of destruction was also continuously absorbing the power of the slaughter divinity, a crazy thought of cruelty and bloodlust still emerged in Joelson's mind.

No!

If this continued, he would soon lose control of himself.

Joelson's eyes were blood-red and he was panting heavily. The aura on his body was like a furious dragon, giving off an extremely dangerous feeling.

He was about to stop when a few extremely powerful auras suddenly erupted from all around him.

"Enough! You've already broken the rules!"

A few figures surrounded him and each of them emitted an aura that was several times stronger than the Killing Fiend and the Blood-Red Glacier.

The person who spoke was an imposing old man and he stared coldly at Joelson.

"Do you want to be the next Barnard?"

The others also looked at him with gloomy faces.

The ownerless city was chaotic and had no order but there were still rules above this kind of lack of order.

That was the strongest.

The words of the strongest were the rules. Everything in the ownerless city was set by them.

Joelson's wanton killing finally attracted the appearance of the strongest.

The avalanche-like power of frost surged crazily towards Joelson and some people could not help but attack him.

It was the handsome man who had come to look for Joelson once.

"Tobias!"

The dignified old man subconsciously shouted but he found that he did not stop the handsome man from attacking.

He could only curse in a low voice, "Damn it!"

At this moment, Joelson was like an unstable explosive barrel.

Sensing the dangerous aura, his tyrannical consciousness immediately surged up crazily.

The power of slaughter gathered on the annihilation spear, condensing into an extremely large blood-red light that stabbed fiercely towards the direction where the icy chill had descended.

The terrifying aura stirred the void and, when it came into contact with the blood-red light, the ice and snow continuously shattered. It was simply impossible to resist.

The handsome man was very calm and there was not a trace of fluctuation in his icy-blue eyes. It was as if he did not put this attack of Joelson in his eyes at all.

"Freeze."

Just as the blood-red light was about to strike towards him, the handsome man spoke coldly.

The entire space instantly fell into absolute silence. The blood-red light froze.

It was motionless, as though even space and time had come to a standstill.

The handsome man took a step forward, then stretched out a finger and gently tapped it.

Crunch!

Everything which had been frozen suddenly shattered, including the blood-red light and space itself.

The attack of a late-stage demigod, filled with the power of the laws of slaughter, was easily broken through.

"Tobias's freezing intent is becoming more and more proficient. As long as he wants to, he should be able to advance to become a god at any time."

The dignified elder and the other experts couldn't help but sigh.

Joelson was startled. He could sense it.

This guy in front of him was the one who had come to provoke him and blasted the place where he was into ruins.

The blood-red light that filled the sky quickly flowed backward and shrank back into Joelson's body like a vortex.

The power of the slaughter divinity was continuously weakening and the aura on Joelson's body was also rapidly declining.

The handsome Tobias took two steps toward Joelson, looked at him coldly, and said again, "Freeze!"

The small space where Joelson was was instantly frozen like an ice block. His entire body was frozen on the spot, turning into an ice sculpture.

"Every once in a while, one or two guys like this will appear."

The dignified elder looked at Joelson and snorted coldly, "Lost in the soaring power, being dominated by the will to kill, and forgetting how powerful you are!"

The other strongest warriors nodded and were about to leave.

Tobias looked puzzled. "Is it a mistake?"

Right at this moment.

Crack!

A crisp cracking sound arose, which attracted everyone's attention.

The strongest warriors who were about to leave turned around.

They saw a space frozen by Tobias's frozen power slowly crack.

And this crack was still spreading out.

It seemed like this frozen space was going to break at any moment.