Pale Lightning erupted amid the endless insect swarm, and dark clouds began gathering overhead. At the same time, endless waves formed on the other side. Jiang Yang stood atop the crest, holding the phantom of the Path of Mountain in one hand and a mass of black radiance in the other.
"Die, all of you!"
Perhaps due to the Path of Slaughter, Jiang Yang became more exhilarated the more insects he killed.
Although the impostor had raised his Path of Slaughter to ninety-nine percent, just one step away from Level Eight, Jiang Yang had been unable to take that final step. Now, he knew why.
The Path of Slaughter had indeed been raised, but he had not experienced the process of raising it himself. The Path of Slaughter was a law he had personally comprehended. If he wanted to improve it, Jiang Yang needed to gain genuine insight.
The impostor had taken him through all the places in the Land of Filth with the densest baleful aura, using that aura to forcibly raise the Path of Slaughter to infinitely close to Level Eight. But the System had stopped him at the final step.
Had the System not stopped him, Jiang Yang might have already reached Level Eight. His other laws would have also entered Level Eight, and his combat power would have soared once more. But that surge would not have been Jiang Yang's limit.
Advancing with external help would ultimately bring certain consequences and hidden dangers.
Jiang Yang directly threw out the phantom of the Path of Mountain in his hand. Borrowing the power of the Earth Law, he solidified it into a real mountain.
The instant the mountain descended, a heavy aura blanketed the heavens and earth. That mere trace of aura crushed some low-level insects into powder,