Fan Lang braved immense danger and traveled through the Space Channel, heading toward a completely unknown region.
The danger of charging in single-handed was easy to imagine.
What awaited him might have been a trap, an army of thousands, or an even more perilous situation.
Though faced with millions, I would press onward!
Fan Lang used the Origin Evil Dragon Sword to clear the way, infusing the Dragon Ancestor's soul into the blade and greatly strengthening it, further destroying the Giant Club blocking his path.
Distances within the Space Channel could not be judged by ordinary logic.
No one knew how far Fan Lang flew before the space ahead finally opened up, revealing a vast expanse.
He flew out through another enormous bloody maw and hovered in midair. After steadying himself, he looked around carefully—and froze at what he saw.
The surroundings were a dark crimson, gloomy world that inspired intense oppression. A sea of fire burned across the sky—an actual sea of fire, not a metaphor. It provided light and heat as it drifted through the air like clouds.
Vulture-like birds soared through the sky in enormous numbers, occasionally flying into the sea of fire without the slightest fear.
The ground was covered in rolling mountains, their peaks steep and perilous. The land was exceedingly barren, with scarcely any vegetation.
The scene made Fan Lang think of one of the Six Paths.
The Asura Path!
Since his opponent had been controlling beasts in battle all along, Fan Lang had considered the possibility that they were hiding in the Demon Path Plane. He had never expected to arrive in the Asura Path Plane instead.
After his brief astonishment, Fan Lang sensed a dangerous aura behind him and hurriedly turned around.
He saw an incomparably towering figure standing behind him, holding