Chapter 882: Going Beyond Limits.
Red... Red like the blood of his enemies, that's how Vlad's vision was now.
As he watched Shur, the entirely white Elder God, only hatred was felt in his heart.
The pure and unadulterated feeling of hate. A feeling that was being driven by the sight of his dead wife in his arms that seemed to be playing through his eyes as if it were a movie.
A roar of hatred was heard all around, and Vlad's crimson and black-toned figure flew towards Shur's head, piercing him through and through.
It was an attack that not only damaged The Elder God's Soul but also his flesh. However, just as happened in previous times, the Elder God's body began to visibly recover. Such was the God's vitality.