[You have killed the Desolate Master, gaining a large amount of Combat Experience and leveling up!]

[You have acquired: Tiviseflo’s Remnant ×1]

[You have acquired: Demigod Embers ×1]

[You have acquired: Demigod Essence Blood ×1]

[You have acquired: Broken Crown of Desolation ×1]

"Old Uvie, let’s go!"

After swiftly sweeping up the spoils with the Black Tide tentacles, without any time to check their specific details, Rogel shouted directly to Uvie Muzhe behind him.

"Coming!"

Uvie Muzhe quickly revealed his form and joined Rogel.

At this moment, Rogel didn’t hold back. He directly activated the power of Heisatan, enveloping both himself and his clone, consuming a large amount of Power of Faith for long-distance transfer.

The final wave of the Black Tide disappeared at will.

Rogel and Uvie Muzhe’s forms appeared beyond the boundary fog.

They found themselves in an entirely new sea area.

Scanning the surroundings to ensure there were no threats, Rogel breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you hurt?" Uvie Muzhe asked.

Even though it saw Rogel and his clone overpowering that demigod, the opponent was still a formidable adversary.

"No problem." Rogel shook his head.

He fought cautiously, spending recklessly against the Desolate Master, and though he eventually had Heisatan engage in close combat due to time constraints, there were no serious injuries.

After all, the opponent was just an irrational demigod; two against one was quite manageable.

However, Rogel quickly noticed something unusual with his leg.

"What’s wrong with your leg?"

Hearing this, Uvie Muzhe glanced at his own leg and said solemnly, "It’s nothing serious, just got stung by those scorpions earlier; let’s keep going."

He didn’t want to delay their journey to Dragon Village.

Rogel frowned slightly, said nothing, and a shroud of Mysterious Power began to assess his injuries.

The Desolate Poison that gradually saps vitality...

But it was indeed not a big deal, as Rogel could easily heal it.

"Don’t move."

Saying this, Rogel directly raised his head and released a streak of Power of Destruction, which landed on Uvie Muzhe’s wound, annihilating the lifeless flesh.

Then he raised his hand and released Power of Faith to repair it.

A moment later, Uvie Muzhe furrowed his brow.

Honestly, he hadn’t felt any pain when Rogel destroyed that part of his flesh just now; the sensation only came later, and waves of intense pain began to surge in.

The Desolate Poison was not easy to remove.

But fortunately, it was resolved now.

"All done."

Retracting his hand, Rogel glanced around and said, "Let’s rest for a bit before moving on; you can recover your injuries during this break."

Uvie Muzhe wanted to refuse instinctively, but after a moment of silence, he eventually said nothing and agreed.

The changes in Dragon Village had long occurred, and rushing wouldn’t make much of a difference now.

The recent battle might have exhausted Rogel significantly...

Such thoughts crossed Uvie Muzhe’s mind.

...

Rogel indeed expended quite a bit.

With the abilities and Tier of demigods, clashes and wars between two equals are typically protracted.

The presence of an inner fire in demigods allows them to continuously draw from Authority Power.

However, the situation with the Desolate Master was different.

He was indeed a demigod but had lost his sanity. His frenzied attacks caused him to squander his greatest advantage, leaving no time for recovery, unlike Rogel, who had Power of Faith replenishment.

This caused him immense depletion.

Thus, using warfare and two-on-one, Rogel could swiftly take him down.

Even so, Rogel also consumed a vast amount of Power of Faith.

Added to the prior transactions involving knowledge and wisdom, his Faith Value surplus was not abundant.

Therefore, Rogel planned to rest a bit before progressing.

Having confirmed the next destination, one man and one dragon headed toward Dragon Village, simultaneously searching for a suitable resting place along the way.

It wasn’t long before Rogel sensed a uniquely shaped island.

To say it’s one might be imprecise, as it appeared to be two interconnected large islands.

The terrain between these islands was rich, with mountain ranges, towering ancient trees, and abundant primitive scenery.

Nonetheless, Rogel’s focus wasn’t on these aspects.

The strong Spiritual Power belonging to a demigod swiftly swept over the area like an invisible tide.

Peculiar species, enormous giant beasts, and some primitive tribes resembling subhumans congregated together.

And the totem of this tribe seemed quite familiar to Rogel until his Spiritual Power brushed over a bone plate within the tribe.

"...Hunter Tribe?"

"What a coincidence."

Rogel couldn’t help but chuckle.

Who would have thought they’d encounter it here?

"What’s up? Have you been here before?" Uvie Muzhe was somewhat puzzled.

"No, first time here." Rogel shook his head, "Let’s rest here; there are lots of giant beasts here, perfect for a feast."

"We’ll head to that tallest mountain."

Uvie Muzhe nodded, spread his wings, and sped away.

...

Ten minutes earlier.

Creaaak...

A bonfire crackled fiercely, the subtle sounds of firewood snapping could be distinctly heard.

On the sizable bone plate standing in the middle of the tribe, an image of a one-eyed hunter was carved in vivid beast blood.

This was indeed the Hunter Tribe.

Most by the bonfire were elders and children.

The Hunter Tribe was a race akin to subhumans, but compared to the subhumans of the Five Great Seas, they bore more beastly traits, resembling upright walking wolves.