Six Hell-Grade

Thinking of all these trivial matters gave Wu Heng a headache.

Therefore, he might as well take this opportunity to display his strength. It would both serve as a pledge of allegiance and settle these trifling matters once and for all.

With the prestige he had forged through killing, who would dare question him again?

After taking out the "Forbearance Talisman Water" and offering a brief explanation, Wu Heng grabbed Old Lamp and turned into a streak of red light, flying toward the Blood Floss Tower. He could sense that this was not a place to linger.

Just as he was about to step onto Candlelight Path, A black-and-white giant face dozens of meters wide, wearing a mask, suddenly appeared above the entrance to the passage. An intangible aura swirled around its face, wrinkling even the air.

Waterfall-like ripples poured down from the giant face, completely sealing off the entrance to Candlelight Path.

"How dare you kill a Tower Master of our Bright Realm!"

A cold, furious roar came from the giant face, making the plaza rumble. The Tower Guardians were all terrified by that pressure, yet they did not even dare flee openly.

Because a feeling arose in all their hearts: if they made the slightest disrespectful move, a single glance from the other party could kill them.

They would not even be able to escape back to reality.

"You deserve execution!!!"

The giant face abruptly opened its eyes. They were a pair of pale, furious eyes. Along with the words "deserve execution," a string of negative traditional characters shot from its abyss-like mouth: "Sacrifice, Overflow, Evil, Nightmare, Dread, Yin, Resentment, Spirit, Grievance."

Accompanied by ghostly wails and howls, those negative characters tangled together and formed a chilling blood palm covered in crimson character patterns, which slammed straight down