"Grazte, how dare you! You dare interfere in the Divine War initiated by my people!" Another voice resounded across the land.

Another massive hand reached out from the void.

It was larger than, but not smaller than, Grazte’s hand, wearing a rust-covered iron gauntlet.

"Lord of Combat Tempus! Our Main God has intervened!" Those Uthgar Barbarians shouted with excitement.

The support behind them was not just the King of the Jackalweres.

Father of Combat, Uthgar, also had his own Main God, and his Main God was renowned for being protective, even if it was for a son not particularly favored, he would not sit idly by.

As the Main God of the War God Faction, Tempus’s combat techniques surpassed even Uthgar, and his timing and positioning were impeccable.

Although he intervened later, he firmly grasped Prince Grazte of the Ubar’s giant hand, engaging in a fierce battle from across the air, their arms swelling with muscles as exaggerated as mountains.

The two had yet to determine a victor, yet the space around them seemed unable to bear it, making cracking sounds, faintly revealing giants standing behind them, their figures seemingly able to shadow the sky.

"Tempus, you all are too excessive, even stretching your hand into the Bottomless Abyss, someday I will lead the Demon Army into your Knight’s Sleep!" Prince Ubar threatened fiercely.

"If you have the ability, go ahead!" The Lord of Combat laughed heartily, "The swords of my warriors are thirsting and lack a good whetstone!"

Threatening a God of War with war was probably the funniest joke he had ever heard.

Then, Tempus turned and said to those below, "You just continue executing the original plan, leave him to me!"

As the words fell, the God of War Tempus exerted his power again, surprisingly shattering the Plane Barrier between them, both falling into a chaotic world, disappearing without a trace.

The contest between them was not merely about force but also about Divine Nature Force.

They both wield Strong Divine Power, and across the entire Multiverse, such power was rare, standing at the pinnacle of strength. Once they clashed, it would surely be earthshattering, the battlefield upheaval far surpassing the battle between Father of Combat and King of the Jackalweres.

The Lord of Combat Tempus was very aware of this, thus he directly relocated the battlefield.

Of course, this was because the side he protected held the advantage of war, if the situation were the opposite, he wouldn’t mind placing the battlefield here.

This also fully demonstrated that he held the upper hand in this encounter, capable of deciding the battlefield’s location.

"No!"

The King of the Jackalweres experienced the joy that turned into sorrow, as overwhelming as the joy was, so was the despair now.

"Yenogu, your doom has arrived! Haha... not even Grazte can protect you..."

A most enchanting figure leaped out from the void, her body also quickly enlarging, brandishing a Fine Gold Execution Whip, mercilessly lashing towards the King of the Jackalweres.

The true form of the Queen of the Succubi, Micanthix, had intervened.

In the Bottomless Abyss, offering timely help was extremely rare.

But kicking someone when they’re down was commonplace.

Now the King of the Jackalweres was like a crumbling wall, everyone wanted to kick it once they saw it, let alone those who held grudges against him.

The Queen of the Succubi held back before because she was wary of Prince Grazte of the Ubar.

Now he had been restrained by the Lord of War, Tempus, so there was naturally no need to hold back strength.

Her evaluation of Gaven rose another level.

His strategic planning was intricately linked, offering the Berserk Priesthood to Father of Combat, Uthgar, long ago must have calculated for the God of War, Tempus, to be involved.

Whoever obstructed Father of Combat from acquiring the Berserk Priesthood would essentially be declaring war against the God of War, Tempus.

Now the unfortunate one was none other than Prince Grazte of the Ubar.

She was merely benefiting from the situation.

Upon the appearance of the Queen of the Succubi, one Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres instantly abandoned its foe and turned to flee.

"What are you doing? Weren’t you supposed to defend the breach with troops?" asked the other Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres, coordinating the command, in shock and anger.

"Can’t hold it any longer! I advise you not to waste your efforts either, better figure out a way to leave a seed for the Jackalweres for a comeback later." This Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres kindly reminded before diving headfirst into the massive Portal on the Yenogu’s Siege square.

That portal was the Gathering Gate.

Under normal circumstances, the two were separate.

When Yenogu’s Siege moved over, they could merge together, becoming one entity.

"This is betrayal! Shameless betrayal!" reprimanded the remaining Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres.

Hurriedly rushing to the Gathering Gate, upon seeing, its expression changed significantly, immediately realizing the true intention of the fleeing Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres.

One space coordinate of the Material Plane was missing from the Gathering Gate, which was the strongest fortification of the Jackalweres.

Clearly, the fleeing Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres intended to claim it in the name of the King of the Jackalweres. Once the true form of the King of the Jackalweres perished, he could justifiably announce to the Jackalweres that he was the King of the Jackalweres, replacing the truth with falsehood, becoming the new King of the Jackalweres.

It seemed like this plan could indeed work.

Anyone with insight could see that the King of the Jackalweres had lost the momentum, staying would only be accompanying him in death, meaning nothing; it would be better to provide for oneself, for the Jackalweres, leaving them a spark, a potential for resurgence.