At the bottom of the starry sky lay five-colored stars and the Ninefold Hell!
A white-haired youth was swept into towering clouds and mist.
At his side were a fiery phoenix and a pitch-black cat.
He held a pair of longswords, one gold and one black, both already drenched in blood.
Almost none of that blood was red. Some was green, some blue, and some white!
"There are more over here, hurry!"
Yinghuo let out a shrill cry, and Li Tianming hastily beat the Wings of Heaven, changing direction.
At his flank, dense black shadows bore down on him. They were all humanoid monsters three or four meters tall, all members of the ghostfiend race.
To remain agile, Li Tianming did not even dare let Xianxian and Lanhuang come out.
Though these ghostfiends looked ferocious and ugly, truthfully, they were highly intelligent—exceptionally cold and cruel.
All their hatred for the human race was vented upon Li Tianming.
Ever since he had been discovered, every one of them had been a fearless lunatic bent on killing him.
"How many have we killed...?"
"More than ten thousand, Brother," Jiang Feiling said wearily.
"If not for the Azure Spirit Tower, we'd have died a hundred times already!"
Li Tianming drew in a sharp breath.
Fate had played a joke on him.
And it had played far too ruthlessly.
"The way up is sealed off. Run downward!"
"Pray that no stronger ones come after me!"
There had to be terrifying beings within this gloomy Ninefold Hell.
Li Tianming was forced down to low altitude.
At least a hundred thousand pursuers were behind him, most of them at the Samsara Tribulation stage.
That was right—they had no lifebound beasts, yet they actually possessed the same cultivation level as Li Tianming.
Most frightening of all, their