Tens of thousands of ghostly faces bristling with fangs came lunging from all directions.
They moved incredibly fast, completely sealing off the entire space within the Core Furnace.
These ghostly faces were all True Gods devoured by the Black Tower. Their resentment had been immense before death, and after tens of thousands of years of fusion by the Ancient Prison Lord, the things could even corrode laws.
Qin Chuan stood atop the dark-gold net without even making a move to dodge.
The short sword [Day and Night] in his left hand casually flipped over.
Daylight Form switched on.
It perfectly melded into the Holy Law.
Qin Chuan raised his hand and casually swept the blade horizontally through the densely packed mass of ghostly faces before him.
There were no unnecessary movements, nor any earth-shaking explosion of energy.
A pure-white purification blade-light swept across the grid.
Absolute Purification's True Damage judgment took effect.
It dealt three hundred percent additional damage to units of the evil faction.
Wherever the blade-light passed, those venomous vengeful souls—even ones that Void True Gods would fear—did not even have the chance to scream before evaporating into white smoke.
The previously overcrowded Core Furnace was cleared out by more than half in an instant.
The Ancient Prison Lord's skeletal frame suddenly stiffened, and the ghostly green flames in his eye sockets flickered wildly.
"That sword of yours..." The Ancient Prison Lord's voice turned shrill. "It can actually ignore my ancient resentment? What tier of weapon are you holding?"
Qin Chuan ignored him completely. His wrist trembled, and he swung another slash.
The remaining half of the ghostly faces was swept clean, leaving the entire space spotless.
The Ancient Prison Lord panicked.
He had been trapped here for tens of thousands of years. His physical body had long