Bzz—
The entire tower shook violently.
Above the tower's summit, a beam of blood-red light slowly descended.
Within the blood-red light, a figure gradually condensed.
Tall and imposing, with white hair flying wildly. His entire body was covered in dark crimson Demon Armor, its surface filled with dark red slaughtering demonic patterns, each one seeming to have been traced in blood.
He held a dark crimson longsword, its blade engraved with ancient divine runes and coursing with blood-colored lightning.
His blood-red eyes were cold and indifferent, devoid of even the slightest mortal emotion. His gaze carried the oppressive might of judgment and slaughter. The dense killing intent was nearly tangible; even the air within the tower seemed soaked in blood, shrouded in a faint red mist.
Zhong Shenxiu was all too familiar with this figure.
On the mural outside the tower, the figure who had wounded the Thunder Whale God with a single sword strike and conquered an entire plane was—
The Asura God!
"The ninth trial: face a god!"
A cold voice, carrying a trace of murderous solemnity, echoed through the tower.
Zhong Shenxiu's mouth twitched.
Well, damn.
The Thunder Whale God really held a grudge.
Wasn't it just that he had gotten beaten senseless by the Asura God back then?
He had remembered it for millions upon millions of years, even turning the Asura God from his memories into the final stage of the Divine Trial.
What a huge grudge over such a tiny matter.
Zhong Shenxiu grumbled inwardly, but his expression gradually turned serious.
He could tell that the Asura God before him was merely a phantom.
In terms of strength, he was probably at the Quasi-God level.
But how could the final trial deliberately designed by the Thunder Whale God possibly be so simple?
This phantom