The Blood God Legion stared at Xiling in utter disbelief, completely unable to understand what he was thinking.
Not only them—even the Abyss side suspected they had heard wrong.
After their brief astonishment, only ridicule remained on the faces of the Black Empress and the five Abyssal Sage Kings.
The Abyssal Sage King was the ruler of the Abyssal Plane. His cultivation had long reached the Main God tier, that of a Rank-One God.
How could humans possibly comprehend an existence of that level?
This time, the Sage King had paid such a great price to act. Even with his strength suppressed, how could he possibly be frightened off by such a trivial feint?
Zhang Huanyun flashed before Xiling and gritted his teeth. "Kid, do you know what you're saying?"
"Do you know what dismantling the grand formation means?"
Xiling glanced at him, then turned to face the Abyssal Passage.
At the same time, a voice rang in the minds of the nine Blood Gods and Zhang Huanyun. "Listen to me and dismantle it. If all goes well, I can permanently resolve the great threat of the Abyssal Plane."
"Let the Douluo Plane engage in Devouring the Abyssal Plane, allowing the entire Douluo Plane to evolve."
"When the world level rises, level ninety-nine will no longer be the limit of humanity, and breaking through level one hundred will no longer be a dream."
Cao Dezhi's pupils abruptly contracted.
When that voice sounded in his mind, he had nearly thought he had misheard it.
But Xiling's tone was too calm, as though he were stating something already set in stone.
The Douluo Plane's Devouring of the Abyssal Plane. Plane evolution. Level one hundred no longer being a dream.
He opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry that no sound