The Might of the Demonic Eye

The stench of blood soared to the heavens as Gui Ziping strode into the tomb.

He walked along a path paved with countless lives, proceeding safely without obstruction.

"Kill!"

At that moment, a large group of people charged over from afar, brimming with fury and roaring without pause.

"It's people from Gui Hong's faction!"

Hanyang's expression changed abruptly. Though he had anticipated this, he had not expected it to come so quickly.

After all, they had caused quite a commotion. It was inevitable that they would be discovered.

"Hanyang, take your men and stop them!" Gui Ziping said coldly.

Light gleamed in his eyes, and greed spread across his face.

Everything inside this peak Celestial God's tomb could only belong to him!

Hanyang gritted his teeth, but in the end, he led his subordinates to block the outer perimeter of the tomb.

"Who goes there?!"

He shouted, though he had already prepared himself for battle. His gaze swept across the crowd, and when he found no late-stage Celestial Gods among them, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

One Celestial God after another surrounded the tomb, along with a large number of True Gods—more than a thousand in total.

However, the strongest among those Celestial Gods was only at the middle stage, dispelling Hanyang's earlier apprehension.

The other side had no one at the level of a deputy commander. There were only a few middle- and early-stage Celestial Gods; he alone was more than enough to handle them.

As for those thousand True Gods, they could be ignored entirely.

After becoming gods, the gap between major realms was enormous—like a chasm between heaven and earth, impossible to cross.

"It was them! They captured a huge number of True Gods and living beings below Divine Rank from our city!"

An early-stage