Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

After personally experiencing the entire process of resurrection, the half-elf leader’s body trembled uncontrollably.

She seemed to have just seen the gaze of the Death God watching from the darkness.

Just a little bit closer, just a little bit closer!

There is great terror between life and death!

Half-Elves are not like the Wetland Lizard-men, a race that faces death fearlessly.

Looking at the heroic and towering presence not far away, she slowly lowered her noble head.

"My lord, we... concede."

Reversing life and death is not a power that mortals can control... The origin of this young human before her is astonishing!

Lear, upon hearing this, glanced over at the half-elf army behind her.

The endless divine power erupted wantonly for a second time, pressing down, as everyone felt a deep-seated fear rising in their very blood.

It was the crushing of high-tier life over lower life, unavoidable, inescapable!!

It was as if their chests were weighed down by a heavy boulder, making it difficult to breathe.

The level of these half-elves was somewhat beyond Lear’s expectations, with nearly all reaching Level 9.

The level of the eagle-horned beast beneath them had even reached Level 10.

They were not inferior to ordinary elves or Dark Night Elves.

"I am the Master of Marshes, and today I descend to guide you to be reborn."

As he spoke, his gaze became focused, and the aura emanating from him became even more frenzied.

In the next moment, he waved his right hand.

Crack~

The entire void was torn open with a massive fissure.

The aura of the Swamp Divine Kingdom surged forth, and the majesty emanating from Lear increased yet again.

Tens of thousands of half-elves felt as if their very souls were frozen.

His gaze focused, and endless power surged from the Divine Kingdom, directly infusing into this plane.

Visible strands of Cyan Moss Energy wove across the sky, forming a shimmering web that rapidly enveloped the entire plane.

Seeing this scene, the half-elves felt a bit uneasy, but under this terrifying oppression, even moving became difficult, making any response impossible.

In just ten minutes, Lear felt he had touched the edges of this plane.

The entire plane was not large, with a diameter of about 80 kilometers.

The terrain was flat, only at the edge of the plane were there some low hills.

There were no other races or animals in the entire plane, only the half-elves existed alone.

But with his perception fully extended, he sensed even more... While the exterior of the entire plane appeared intact, within, it emitted a decaying aura.

It was like an apple starting to rot, with black spots appearing on its surface.

Yet this was not caused internally, but seemed like the effect of an external influence.

As his thoughts churned, his perception extended again, directly penetrating the plane barrier, reaching the Endless Void.

In the next moment, he discovered patches and clusters of black spots on the plane barrier.

It was like ink drops falling.

And those black spots were eroding the Half-Elf Plane!

Lear’s gaze focused, and after a careful perception, he was somewhat puzzled.

Those black spots, at this moment, were emitting faint dark energy, not very obvious, but he felt it was very familiar.

After a brief contemplation, a name suddenly emerged in his mind—

Master of Dark Crows!

The Master of Dark Crows, who stirred up a calamity on the Main Plane to draw the attention of the gods, had extended his power into the Dimension Plane while focusing his efforts on the Original Plane!

Was the plane where the Two-winged Demon resided also destroyed by him?

At that time, his perception was not focused on this, so he did not notice this detail.

But now, he could clearly sense... the black spots on the Half-Elf Plane were precisely the power of the Master of Dark Crows!

The plane barrier had already been eroded with pits.

He watched as some black spots, after devouring a certain limit of the plane’s power, suddenly shrank, disappearing without a trace.

Then, new dark little spots began to appear, continuing the erosion.

Lear’s gaze focused.

This scene exuded an oddity and mystery... What is the Master of Dark Crows up to?

Could that ancient evil divine spirit have truly orchestrated such a disaster for the Original Plane?

From this scene, it was clear that the other party was indeed hiding some secrets.

Immediately, he felt that this turmoil had become even more uncertain and complex.

After observing for a moment, he attempted to mobilize the power of the swamp to contact the dark spots of the Master of Dark Crows.

But the instant he touched the spots.

Those dark spots offered no resistance, dissipating and vanishing directly.

As if they had never existed.

Leaving one pit after another on the plane barrier...

This bizarre occurrence further confirmed Lear’s inner doubts.

The Master of Dark Crows evidently had other goals.

This was the dark deity who initiated the first war of the gods, with a will capable of directly influencing the entire world.

He needed to thoroughly investigate this matter when he returned...

Retracting his thoughts, and confirming that there were no remaining traces of the Master of Dark Crows’ power, Lear then mobilized the power of the Divine Kingdom to cover the entire plane.

Having just absorbed a massive amount of the Two-winged Demon’s plane power, the Swamp Divine Kingdom’s power had greatly increased, completely capable of performing this action.

After covering it entirely, Lear was pleasantly surprised to find that the plane’s will, under the erosion of the Master of Dark Crows’ power, had become extremely weak.

With a slight shift of his mind, a vast power descended and directly wiped out the will of the plane!

All the half-elves shuddered as a unique emotion surged in their hearts.

It seemed as though something significant had just left them.

But looking around, they couldn’t find anything.

Without the will of the plane, Lear found it much easier to proceed.

Exerting absolute dominance, he took control of the Half-Elf Plane.

However, the rules of this plane were not constructed by the Authority of the Swamp, so the power Lear could mobilize was limited, only allowing it to maintain its original state of operation.

It was impossible to make the towering mountains rise or forge basins at will like in the Swamp Divine Kingdom.