It's practically a replica of the Soaring Dragon Club.
Taking advantage of the brief moment while the Chaos Beast Horde's body rapidly reassembled, Byron had already caught up to Baron Saturday from behind.
The latter also realized that the culprit behind the collapsing situation was the "traitor" who had tried to use them as pawns but ended up with a blunder.
Gritting his teeth in hidden hatred, he called out:
"Your Majesty the Frenzied Hunt King, I hereby declare on behalf of the Voodoo Sect our withdrawal.
In the name of my master, the Sub-Corpse Eel King, Samadi, the Voodoo Sect will no longer participate in the plan to collapse the Dragon Court."
Then, he opened his Divine Domain, Crossroads, intending to push himself to the Edge of the World, escaping the battlefield through this boundary between life and death.
But after a moment of weightlessness, before this Pseudo-God could make out the shining green light at the horizon, he splashed into the river with a "plop."
