Chapter 2443: I am death. I am chaos. I am the Scarlet King
A massive contingent of Blutlinie warriors moved across the sky like a storm of crimson shadows.
Leading the formation was an imposing man of the Royal Blutlinie race. He had short hair, a stern expression, and a deep scar that crossed his right eye from brow to cheek. His presence alone dominated the sky. The aura radiating from his body was so immense that it dwarfed even the Late Alpha–Omega Overgods traveling at his side.
Behind the army, dragged through the void by chains of blood energy, was their prize.
It was a colossal creature—a whale-like Omen Beast with vast plasma wings and a spiraling horn protruding from its head. Though its soul had already been shattered, the energy still leaking from its corpse was overwhelming. The pressure was so intense that any entity below the Third Realm would have their flesh melted simply by approaching it.
The army showed clear signs of exhaustion. Their armor was damaged, their auras unstable, and many bore lingering injuries. Yet despite their condition, wide smiles filled their faces.
They had achieved something extraordinary.
After months of hunting, weakening, and carefully draining its life force through layered curses and coordinated soul attacks, they had finally brought down a Royal Omen Beast—the Galactic Whale, a Limit Third Realm lifeform.
The man at the front could not help but glance back at the massive corpse. Excitement flashed across his eyes.
"I made it just in time," he thought. "With this creature, I can push my cultivation to the next level before the tournament begins."
However, the moment that thought settled in his mind, his expression changed.
His eyes widened.
Shock replaced confidence as his perception finally reached the capital of his kingdom.