"Trying to run? You think you can?"
Xia Ping's gaze was calm. Deep within his pupils, what seemed to be swastika symbols spun, unfathomably profound, as he unleashed his second hell divine ability: the Soul-Locking Chain.
A heaven-and-earth formation spanning a thousand kilometers immediately emerged. Countless dark-golden patterns carved across the earth, devouring the energy of the hell abyss and connecting to hell's netherworld.
Without question, the Soul-Locking Chain had also undergone an enormous mutation.
"Hmm?!"
Xia Ping closed his eyes. He sensed his Hell Golden Crow Bloodline stir, his divine consciousness connecting with heaven and earth. He could even feel the hell plane in the depths of distant space-time.
To him, that hell plane seemed like his homeland. He was like a fish in water there, even establishing a connection with hell's will.
Clatter! Clatter!
At once, the void trembled. A vast aura of hell surged forth from the depths of space like a tide, madly pouring into the depths of Xia Ping's body.
This was information from hell. Countless mysteries of hell flowed through his soul as one mysterious hell scripture after another appeared, containing the most profound power from hell's depths.
At the same time, the hell divine ability Soul-Locking Chain seemed to undergo an earth-shaking transformation. Hell script after hell script was engraved upon the chains, giving them a dark-golden hue and an aura of nobility and antiquity.
If the previous Soul-Locking Chains could only hook souls and seize spirits, dealing solely with ordinary Nether Ghosts, then these chains could now even contend with gods and devils, containing a trace of hell's origin energy.
It was as if a portion of hell's authority had been bestowed upon the Soul-Locking Chains. Xia Ping's aura also underwent a drastic change, as though he had transformed into a hell