Inside the Gray Light Sphere, blood seeped from Hui Mei's seven orifices, yet he roared at Shen Ming, his voice brimming with mockery and provocation.
"Shen Ming! Is this all you fucking got? You've chased me for so long and still can't catch me! Your son Shen You was nailed to the city wall by my big brother's spear, and you didn't even dare let out a fart! Now you come chasing us down—have you no shame? You can only bully us two brothers now. Once my big brother breaks through to Mythical, one spit will kill you! Once I break through to Mythical, one slap will crush you!"
His voice echoed through the Starry Sky, every word like a knife stabbing into Shen Ming's heart.
Shen Ming's face darkened, and his killing intent grew even more terrifying.
"You're courting death!"
He slammed a fist into the Gray Light Sphere. More cracks spread across it, and Hui Mei's blood sprayed even farther.
Yet Hui Mei was still laughing, still cursing, still provoking him.
Other than his big brother, whom had he ever respected?
At that moment, Chu Tian spotted an enormous, pitch-black secret realm ahead.
The secret realm stretched across hundreds of thousands of miles. Black as ink, its surface swirled with dense demonic qi, within which countless demon phantoms could vaguely be seen prowling, shrieking, and roaring.
Around the secret realm's perimeter, layer upon layer of Chaos Demon Race powerhouses stood guard.
Some sat cross-legged in the void with their eyes closed in cultivation. Some stood in formation, waiting in grim readiness. Others patrolled through the void.
Their auras linked together, condensing into a colossal black phantom above the secret realm. The phantom stood ten thousand zhang tall, black from head to toe, holding a black longsaber whose tip