Transforming into a five-colored streak of escaping light, Liang Zhaohuang flew out of 'Wind Roar Hell' and arrived above the Tenfold Hells. Above lay a sky shrouded by Eternal Night and a blood moon.
He swept his gaze around. Yang Xinghai and Jiang Jinhe had likewise charged out from the hells under their respective control and were observing the Eternal Night and blood moon overhead.
Boom! Rumble...
At that moment, thunderous roars rang out from not far away. Liang Zhaohuang turned to look. In the direction beyond 'Wind Roar Hell,' judging by its position, it should have been the hell formed from the 'Earthly Fierce Formation.'
Vast swathes of lightning were constantly rumbling, exploding, and crashing within it. Moments later, the hell formed from the 'Earthly Fierce Formation' was blasted open, and a bolt of lightning shot out. It took form in midair as none other than Immortal Lord Lu Zhenlei—though he looked rather disheveled at the moment.
Of course, compared to Liu Taifeng, who had lost an arm, Lu Zhenlei was merely bedraggled and otherwise seemed intact. Yet his expression was exceedingly grim.
Clearly, he did not look as though he had gained anything within the hell formed by the 'Earthly Fierce Formation.'
It was even possible that, like Liu Taifeng, he too had been trapped in the hell formed by the 'Earthly Fierce Formation,' and had only escaped after exhausting every method at his disposal—perhaps even paying a price. Worse still, he might have failed to seize the authority and power of that hell.
He had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used to bait it; naturally, his expression was ugly to the extreme.
However, Liang Zhaohuang paid little attention to Lu Zhenlei's situation. After sweeping his eyes around once, he headed directly for