After night fell, fires erupted simultaneously in several parts of Holy Light City, dyeing half the sky red. While the light knights urgently mobilized their forces, a soundless figure was already slipping stealthily toward the Holy Mountain.
With Chen Rui's speed and stealth skills, aided by the cover of darkness, he had successfully passed through several checkpoints. Yet the closer he drew to the Holy Mountain, the stronger a certain sensation became.
Suppression of laws.
The last time Chen Rui had come here, he had only possessed Devil Emperor-level strength and had yet to truly comprehend laws, so he had not felt this. Now that he was a transcendental powerhouse who had mastered true laws, he could clearly sense the Holy Mountain's suppressive force upon the power of laws. Fighting here would greatly restrain the power of laws; in other words, transcendental powerhouses would be unable to unleash their strongest combat strength.
The source of this suppression might have been the power of faith, or perhaps something atop the Holy Mountain...
Having come this far, turning back was no longer possible. Besides, when he had only possessed Devil Emperor-level strength, he had once infiltrated Snowpeak Platform alone, fought the Church's high-ranking powerhouses, and stolen three Xuedalai trees. Now that his strength far surpassed what it had been then, what did he have to fear?
Even without Ben Hong as an enormous threat, he still had to brave the Holy Mountain for Tiffany and the Windshadow Boots!
A surge of heroic spirit rose within Chen Rui. He continued forward in stealth and soon reached the entrance to the stairs at the foot of the Holy Mountain.
The broad stairway was still familiar, but both the number of guards and the strength of the magic arrays were utterly different from before. Every