The Divine Sword's Might

Chen Lin steered his Escapist Light through the white mist without daring to pause. He kept swallowing pills to restore his Mana and Soul Power.

The battle had looked like a crushing victory, but he had nearly exhausted every means at his disposal. His Mana and Soul Power were spent, leaving him with little strength.

Grass was in the same state. She had pushed herself too far and could not contribute much in a fight for the time being.

If another enemy caught up with them now, his only options were the Thunder God Sword and the Sword Immortal Painting.

But he was reluctant to use either trump card. After using the Thunder God Sword, he would need a long time to replenish its Thunder Power. Every use of the Sword Immortal Painting brought it closer to exhaustion. Who knew how many dangers still lurked across the vast sea? Spending his trump cards here would be pointless.

Yet what he feared came to pass. After fleeing several dozen more miles, Chen Lin felt the white mist around him suddenly turn red, giving off waves of Evil Aura.

The space around him grew viscous, making movement difficult.

Startled, he halted his Escapist Light, activated the Xuanwu Shield to protect himself, and looked around warily.

It felt as though he had entered an Evil Land, but something about it seemed off.

He had encountered plenty of Evil Lands in the Northern Star Realm. Though the surroundings were similar, there was a vast difference in their essence.

Their Rule Forces were different.

The Rule Force here lacked that intense sensation of bodily transformation. It was simply evil, and its Rule Intent was faint, far removed from a true Evil Land.

Suddenly, Chen Lin's expression changed as a possibility occurred to him.

*A Primordial