The endless pressure nearly crushed Jiang Yang to pieces. Ten Law Rings appeared around him, frantically resisting the Lord of Filth's residual might.
"Fake, fucking do something already!" Jiang Yang roared. This fake was doing it on purpose, deliberately leaving him within the Lord of Filth's lingering power. If he got blasted to death by this residual force, whose fault would that be?
Jiang Yang was battered by the lingering force until his eyes rolled back. The system gave no response either. Whenever the fake appeared, the system seemed to fall far quieter.
"More tempering will do your body good!"
"And don't call me a fake!"
The pale blue Earth Will shook its head, displeasure on its face, then completely tossed Jiang Yang into the Lord of Filth's lingering radiance.
The Ten Law Rings released their power wildly to protect Jiang Yang. But the conflict between the fake and the Lord of Filth escalated once more. The two seemed on the verge of fighting, while Jiang Yang could no longer endure the pressure and passed out completely.
Yet the Law Rings around his body continued rotating. With every turn, the laws became much more solid.
The fake and the Lord of Filth confronted one another, needle against wheat awn. After a moment, the Lord of Filth turned and left, while the fake grabbed Jiang Yang and vanished from this space.
After returning to the treasure ground, the fake dragged the half-dead Jiang Yang and stepped into the Land of Filth.
At the entrance to the Land of Filth's passageway, many upper echelons of high-ranking races still stood there. Their eyes were fixed deep within the passage, and they had no idea the fake and Jiang Yang had arrived.
Looking closely, the creatures of the Land of Filth had actually fallen