After entering the Death Shura Arena space, Baruch, who had been taken into the Inheritance Hall within Chen Daolin's body, remained silent.
A thread of Chen Daolin's consciousness extended into the Inheritance Hall. He saw Baruch sprawled out in the hall, snoring like thunder, with dozens of wine jars piled crookedly around him. Chen Daolin could not help but find it amusing.
Whether he was truly drunk or merely pretending, Chen Daolin could not be bothered to care.
Chen Daolin's figure flashed. With a burst of speed, he vanished into the depths of the dark passage, pursuing the three Ancient Burning Divine Court soldiers in the direction they had fled. By then, the light-screen projection had already switched elsewhere.
Shang Que Shen, inside the palace, naturally saw Chen Daolin's performance. A flicker of delight appeared in her eyes before turning into worry.
"I hope Chen Daolin, Fei Long, and the others can all survive this expedition..."
While Chen Daolin pursued the Ancient Burning Divine Court soldiers, fierce battles were also unfolding elsewhere.
Within a vast cavern, a lean white-haired young Domain Lord with an unusual pattern on his brow controlled hundreds of small purple crystal-like swords covered in golden secret patterns, launching a frenzied assault against three legendary commanders of the Ancient Burning Divine Court army. The surroundings were already littered with traces of battle and scattered broken corpses.
"Die! Dying by my hand, A Fanluo's hand, is your honor!" the white-haired youth laughed loudly. The small swords flying through the air like golden rays suddenly combined into six great swords radiating razor-sharp sword aura. Golden secret patterns twisted through the void, outlining a strange beastly image behind them. A ferocious aura spread out, faintly drawing upon the Laws of Gold and a trace of spatial power as the swords