Beneath the Great Desert Sand Realm.
Amon, clad in black, stood within the shadow of the suspended desert. He took a step forward and arrived atop the ruined city, lowering his black scepter onto the Fengdu Law.
An eerie black radiance passed through the ghostly glow and probed toward the primordial mountain range at the edge of this city fragment.
The curse began to seep in.
Elsewhere.
Shu, the God of Wind, stood at the edge of the desert, watching the black-clad figure dodge repeatedly without any intention of intervening.
His defeat at Zhou Ping's hands had drawn mockery from the other Nine Pillars of God. Since that was the case, he might as well stay out of it and let Seth, that arrogant fool, clash with this human. Then they would understand that he had not lost because he was weak...
It was because this human was too strong.
He even hoped Zhou Ping would push a little harder and make Seth suffer as well. That way, his humiliation would be completely washed away, and he could mock Seth in turn.
He only needed to wait until Seth could no longer hold on before stepping in and joining forces with him to suppress this human. They could still seize the city fragment.
This time, these humans would have no chance of turning things around.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Dozens of Yellow Sand Palms stretched out from the sky and earth in succession, trying to seize Zhou Ping. Yet he weaved through them as nimbly as a fish, not a single grain of sand staining his robes.
He twisted and rose into the air, flying through the gaps between three Yellow Sand Palms. Then, with a light sweep of the Sword Finger on his right hand, he slashed around himself!