Striking Again, Killing a Late-Stage Tenth Realm Expert
These people moved with light steps. Although they pretended to be struggling, Chen Du could tell that they landed steadily with each step, their muscles were not tense, and their joints were not stiff.
They infiltrated by pretending to be suppressed.
Chen Du's heart sank; the court outside was in complete chaos.
The Divine Prison was crammed with a large number of criminals, resulting in a chaotic mix of people and poor management.
It's entirely possible that they would stuff a few fake prisoners in there at this point.
If these people are spies, their only purpose is probably to cause trouble from within, to connect with people outside, or to release some of those who are imprisoned.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.
The young guards were still urging the prisoners behind them. "Hurry up! Don't dawdle! Get to your cells! All of you, get in!"
Chen Du turned around, about to say something to remind him.
With a deafening roar, three prisoners simultaneously detonated themselves at the entrance to the first level.
Three blinding white lights exploded, and shockwaves carrying bits of flesh and blood mist swept in all directions, knocking the young prison guards who were shoving the prisoners to the ground.
At the moment of the explosion, Chen Du clearly felt a violent tremor beneath his feet.
The suppressive power of the Divine Prison was slightly disrupted for a moment.
It was extremely brief, lasting less than a breath.
But in that instant, the suppressive power weakened by three-tenths.
A dark figure darted out from the darkness outside the entrance, as fast as a ghost, its aura arrogant and violent, heading straight for the entrance to the first level.
It was a being imprisoned in the deepest part of the realm. Taking advantage of the moment when the suppressing power was in disarray, it broke free of some of its restraints and rushed into the first level.
His aura was powerful, clearly indicating that he was at the Late Stage of the Tenth Realm. Although he was far inferior to Chen Du, he was still a catastrophic threat to the guards on the first floor.
When he landed, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the stone slab, and the air within a radius of several feet was compressed and made to explode.
Chen Du stood still, squinting his eyes.
The people from the Divine Prison Bureau reacted extremely quickly.
Almost at the same moment the entrance became chaotic, several powerful auras from the fifth and sixth floors simultaneously soared into the sky.
The Ninth Realm Peak Stage commander guarding the fourth and fifth levels suddenly opened his eyes, his expression changing drastically. "First level! Someone has broken in from the outside!"
He grabbed the weapon beside him and transformed into a streak of light, rushing towards the stone steps.
Behind him, two Eighth Realm and three Seventh Realm Divine Prison Bureau Guards followed closely.
As they hurried along, they inwardly cursed their bad luck.
The prison guards on the first three levels are at most at the Fourth Realm fourth or fifth realm. If they face an intruder at the Late Stage Tenth Realm, they would probably be slaughtered in a single encounter.
On the first floor, the demonic intruder had completely unleashed its power.
He was tall and thin, dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, with a cold and stern face, bloodshot eyes, and a surging demonic aura around him.
He stood in the middle of the corridor, looking at the young prison guards slumped on the ground, and laughed loudly, "Haha! Divine Prison! I've finally entered! For so many years, I've been plotting outside, and today I've finally stepped into this dilapidated prison!"
He raised his hand and slapped the nearest cell.
Where the palm strike passed, the iron bars bent, the stone walls cracked, and several new prisoners in the cell were shaken so badly that they coughed up blood.
He grinned maliciously and turned to the next cell, seemingly not in a hurry to kill anyone, but rather to turn this first level upside down.
Chen Du stood at the other end of the corridor, coldly observing everything.
He didn't rush to make a move.
He was observing how this person had gotten in. There were three layers of arrays at the entrance, and each layer required a token from the Divine Prison Bureau to pass through.
Although the suppressive force was disrupted for a moment, that moment was extremely brief and not enough for an outsider to pass through easily.
Unless... He quickly went through the mental calculations and soon came to an answer.
This person had been plotting this for a long time.
He had been waiting for an opportunity, until the court was in chaos, a large number of prisoners were brought into the Divine Prison, and the entrance was crowded with people and lax in management.
Then, taking advantage of the most chaotic moment during the prisoner escort, he mingled with the escort team and approached the entrance.
When the three prisoners self-destructed, the entrance formation was briefly suppressed, and he took advantage of that moment to rush in.
The timing, route, and method were all calculated with extreme precision.
This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was a premeditated action.
If a demonic cultivator at the Late Stage of the Tenth Realm were allowed to run rampant on the first level, the consequences would be unimaginable. Chen Du knew the structure of this Divine Prison all too well.
Although the cells on the first floor were all for low-ranking prisoners, the array patterns between the cells were interconnected.
If one formation is damaged, the adjacent formations will be affected.
If this person continues to destroy cells, one layer after another, one area after another, it won't be long before cracks appear in the entire first-level network of repression.
By then, all the prisoners on the first level will have broken free of their restraints.
Although the prisoners were not highly skilled, their numbers were enormous. If they all broke out, the lower levels of the Divine Prison would be completely out of control.
The uncontrolled bottom layer will then affect the second and third layers.
One layer after another, they fell down like dominoes.
This Divine Prison, which has existed for countless years, will begin to collapse from the very top layer.
The demonic figure laughed wildly, gathering demonic energy in his palm, preparing to first slaughter all the prison guards before him, then search their souls and extract all the defenses, keys, and prisoner lists from the first three levels.
He had been planning for this opportunity for many years, and today he was determined to turn the Divine Prison upside down.
But as soon as he raised his hand, he met a pair of eyes.
At the end of the corridor, the hunched old jailer was looking at him.
There was no panic in his cloudy eyes. The demonic cultivator felt a chill run down his spine, and for some reason, a cold shiver suddenly ran down his back.
Before he could think it through, Chen Du had already made his move.
Soul Devouring's Wrath, Level 4.
Wrath descended like heavenly fire, the Nether Prison Power hung like an abyss, and the Divine Fall Power erupted!
There was no flash of swords, no palm strikes, not even a trace of aura leaking out; the demonic cultivator only felt an indescribable force pressing down from all directions.
His soul felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, leaving him no time to even think of struggling; the pain was excruciating.
His soul crumbled inch by inch in that power, as if he had been thrown into some kind of furnace far beyond his comprehension.
He tried to call out, but no sound came out of his throat.
He wanted to escape, but his legs no longer belonged to him.
Then, he exploded.
His entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Minced flesh and blood splattered everywhere, covering the stone walls on both sides.
The young prison guards, who were slumped on the ground, were splashed with water. They looked up blankly and saw the old prison guard still standing at the end of the corridor, without even drawing his knife.
The blood mist slowly drifted down, and the corridor fell silent again.
Only the dark red liquid was still flowing down the stone wall.
A moment later, several figures rushed down the stone steps.
Leading the group was the Ninth Realm Peak Stage commander who guarded the fourth and fifth levels, followed by two Eighth Realm and three Seventh Realm.
When they rushed into the first-floor corridor, all they saw was a cloud of blood and mangled flesh, and the young prison guards still sitting on the ground, their faces pale.
The commander looked around and asked in a deep voice, "Where are they?"
A young prison guard pointed tremblingly to the end of the corridor. "It... it's blown up..."
The commander frowned. "What exploded?"
The young jailer swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "That person, that demonic cultivator, suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist."
The commander paused for a moment, then quickly walked to the spot where the blood mist was thickest.
He crouched down, dipped his fingertip in a little blood from the stone wall, and smelled it.
The aura of the Late Stage of the Tenth Realm, that's right.
But the person is gone.
Not even a bone fragment was left.
He stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire corridor before finally settling on the hunched old jailer.
Chen Du was leaning against the wall, clutching the keychain at his waist, his face showing signs of shock.
The commander stared at him for a few moments, but saw nothing amiss. He then turned to the men behind him and said, "Seal off the entrance. Everyone, re-check everything. Report what happened today."
The commander remained deeply alarmed and filled with utter confusion.
If these demonic cultivators were to cause trouble, who knows how much chaos would erupt in the first few levels.
Chen Du lowered his head and joined the young prison guards in tidying up the corridor.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the White Qi of thirty thousand years silently descended.
His lips twitched slightly, but he quickly reverted to his terrified old jailer demeanor.
He wouldn't let these demonic cultivators do anything, after all, every prisoner here was waiting for him to kill them and become resources for him to become stronger.
These are all his resources; he won't allow others to interfere.