Magnetic Field Rotation

This was a young man with an alluringly sinister face and flowing blue hair. A long purple-black sword was strapped to his back, and he was currently frowning as he stared toward where Linley was.

Above the ocean stood several reefs as sharp as sword blades. With the help of the thin mist, they could serve as places to hide.

God-level powerhouses had excellent eyesight. This thin mist could not interfere much; they merely needed to bypass the physical obstacles.

"Hmm?"

Within Linley's range of perception, the blue-haired young man frowned and leaped to the peak of a reef dozens of meters high.

He carefully observed the surrounding environment and muttered to himself, "Strange. My Spiritual Sense actually can't find this person!"

Generally speaking, the Spiritual Sense of a Highgod covered a range of a thousand kilometers in the Hell plane.

In theory, when you sensed the other party's Spiritual Sense, you should also have sensed their figure. Cases of being spied on unilaterally like this were rare.

"Could this person's Soul Mastery be so profound? Or perhaps he's a powerhouse who cultivates the laws of the Dark Element!"

Doubt arose in the blue-haired young man's heart, but he did not give up easily. Gradually, however, his expression grew increasingly cold.

Anyone would feel extremely annoyed by this kind of one-sided suppression.

"You only dare to hide in a corner and spy on me? If you have the guts, come out!"

Far away, Linley muttered, "A Highgod demon. I wonder how strong he is."

Suddenly, he chuckled.

Anyone with the courage to approach during such a massive disturbance in the sea of mist was bound to be powerful. There was a very good chance he was a Seven-star Demon!

Linley calculated inwardly, Just right. A powerful Seven-star Demon will make a very memorable first opponent for me after breaking through to become a Highgod!

"Whoosh!"

Linley accelerated and charged along the surface of the sea!

"Crash..."

The gale rolled up waves dozens of meters high, which shimmered with a faint purple light.

On the other side, the blue-haired young man was also flying toward Linley.

Soon, they could see each other with the naked eye.

At this instant, their battle intent surged!

"Hahahaha!"

The blue-haired young man looked delighted to have found his prey. He sized Linley up and discovered an unfamiliar powerhouse with the attributes of lightning who was also a Highgod. He then asked, "Were you the one who caused the disturbance in the sea of mist just now?"

Linley nodded and answered frankly, "That's right. I was using the lightning environment in the sea of mist to cultivate. I gained a little from it, and the experience was very satisfying."

The blue-haired young man smiled and said, "My name is Aslan. What's your name, stranger?"

"Linley."

Aslan nodded and suddenly drew the long sword from his back.

A feverish look appeared on his face as he said, "I can sense that you're very strong. If we don't have a fight, I'll feel uncomfortable all over!"

Linley smiled. "Is that so? Don't blame me if you die."

He was not surprised by this seemingly inexplicable battle.

That was simply how things were in Hell!

There were countless battle-hungry powerhouses. Cultivation was not merely closed-door training; it also required experiencing battles of life and death.

Aslan laughed freely. "If I'm killed because my skills are inferior, I'll have brought it upon myself. I won't hold back."

As soon as the two finished speaking, they attacked!

"Swish!"

Aslan's long sword shimmered with rippling black light, sending out waves like a weapon of apocalypse capable of destroying heaven and earth!

Wherever its sharp edge passed, space split open as easily as butter being cut, leaving behind a huge, narrow gash.

"Bang!"

Linley's long saber came down in a head-on strike!

"Boom!"

The scorching, overbearing power of thunder concentrated into a single line, tearing apart and erupting outward.

Black lines appeared in the space ahead, and multicolored turbulent currents seeped through the cracks.

Aslan was crushed backward dozens of meters in their first exchange. His sword-wielding wrist trembled, and he stared at Linley with a solemn expression as he gritted his teeth. "What powerful strength! I still underestimated you!"

Linley smiled indifferently. "Are you surprised already? That move just now was merely a simple appetizer."

With that, he transformed into lightning, rampaging like a swimming dragon. With a wave of his arm, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning descended like snow-white, freezing swords, launching the fiercest and most forceful material attacks from every direction. They even faintly sealed the space, forming a special electromagnetic domain that contained traces of power capable of paralyzing the body and soul!

Aslan twisted and shifted through the air, nimbly avoiding a large number of attacks. The few that struck him were blocked by armor woven from the power of the Destruction Rule, which shimmered with black light across his body.

"Cough, cough..."

Aslan's defenses had been broken, and he spat out blood. Yet the more injured he became, the more fervent and excited his gaze grew. Like a warrior who had burned his boats, black destructive light surged into the sky around him, transforming into condensed sword aura dozens of meters long that swept across everything in its path.

"Rumble..."

The Destruction Rule and Lightning Law collided violently. Both excelled at material attacks, and Hell's stable space was torn apart again and again. The battle between the two appeared extremely intense.

After dozens of exchanges, Aslan was covered in wounds, while Linley remained completely unharmed. The difference between them was obvious.

Aslan gave a bleak smile. "Shura-level... Come on. Kill me with all your strength!"

Linley was somewhat surprised, but through Magnetic Field Rotation, he sensed the emotional fluctuations radiating from his opponent and understood most of what was happening. He smiled and said, "I see. You want to use my hand to break through your own limits!"

Aslan laughed heartily. "I only seek the world of the strong. If I can't reach it, I would rather die beneath a powerhouse's blade!"

Linley had finished warming up as well. He smiled and said, "Good. Then I'll see whether you have that opportunity!"

In an instant, the magnetic field within 450 meters of Linley was stirred, compressing the power like a vortex!

A faint blue light shimmered in the air, accompanied by a weak force that suppressed space!

Aslan's heart pounded wildly, and his expression turned horrified. "What kind of technique is this!?"

His body seemed to be pulled along, as though he had fallen into a vortex and swamp. His flesh churned and broke down, even his brain becoming crazily congested. The pressure soared until it nearly exploded him, and his consciousness grew hazy as he felt the world spinning around him.

A flash of inspiration struck Linley, and he said, "Magnetic Field Rotation!"

The instant his voice fell, his lightning divine power fused with the magnetic field and erupted! The faint lightning power instantly became as bright as the blazing sun!

Aslan's body rapidly expanded and exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist in the blink of an eye!

Linley watched as Aslan transformed into Blood Mist and drifted away, staining the air. He could not help but mutter, "A Seven-star Demon... Is this all the strength he has?"

The transformation from Mid-level God to Highgod had caused his strength to surge far too dramatically!

For a moment, even Linley found it difficult to adapt to this change.

However, he quickly adjusted his thoughts and put away Aslan's Godhead, Space Ring, and the damaged Divine Artifact.

He dripped his blood onto the Space Ring to claim it as its master. The process went very smoothly, proving that Aslan had no other Divine Avatars. It was also possible that the ring had never recognized a master, and that Aslan had used this method to make his victor believe that he had truly perished.

However, Linley felt that this Aslan was probably truly gone. Powerhouses like him generally would not play such petty tricks.

Linley used his Spiritual Sense to investigate the contents within and smiled. "A Seven-star Demon really does have quite a bit of wealth."

Mountains of Ink Stone, azurite, Godheads, Divine Artifacts, and various resources were piled inside, including Soul Gold Beads, amethysts, soul potions, Divine Beast corpses, Floating Shadow Crystal Balls, and more. There were even currencies from other planes, proving that his adventures had been extremely rich.

Linley smiled in satisfaction. "This wealth should total at least a hundred billion Ink Stones. What a windfall!"

The money in this timeline was far more valuable than it had been during the events of the original story!