Abyss Realm.
Weeping Blood Stone Plain.
Beneath the gray, overcast sky hung a stench of sulfur mixed with rotting flesh.
The earth was dark red, and black demonic energy periodically erupted from its dry, cracked surface.
Once, this had been a bustling passage connecting the Tian He region to the outside world,
but now, it was the front line of the war between the Realm Sea and the Abyss Ruins.
"Captain, right flank! That big one's about to break through."
A young cultivator spoke nervously, the light of his protective treasure flickering on and off.
Shen Fan glanced over.
It was an Abyss Demon God more than thirty feet tall, shaped like a giant ape but covered in bone spikes, with two hollow eyes burning with eerie green flames.
Every time it swung its massive arms, it kicked up a bloody gale and smashed several Realm Sea cultivators into a pulp.
"Everyone else, hold off the smaller ones. Li Yan, Wang Hu, with me."
Shen Fan's voice was calm, without the slightest rise or fall.
Carrying a long silver spear, he charged ahead.
He cut down more than a dozen Abyss Ruins creatures that blocked his path!
He was savage beyond compare!
The Demon God, whose strength was equivalent to an eighth-grade True Ancestor, noticed the man charging at the forefront.
It roared and abandoned its other targets. Its enormous fist, carrying annihilating force, came crashing down toward Shen Fan.
Before the fist even arrived, the furious wind had already cracked the ground inch by inch.
Li Yan and Wang Hu went pale. Both were ninth-grade True Ancestors, yet facing an Abyss Demon God of this rank, its sheer aura alone sent their sacred energy surging and their Divine Souls trembling!
But to Shen Fan, this Abyss Demon God was