Today, Qin Luo had to make Meng Juntian submit!
He had already come to Qin Luo's Divine Ruins World. If Qin Luo still could not accomplish this, would that not prove him utterly useless?
What was even more fortuitous was that Meng Juntian had not kept Lin Suxian securely by his side, instead giving Qin Luo an opening to exploit.
There was no helping it.
If Qin Luo did not seize this opportunity, then he truly would be too useless.
Lin Suxian could not speak now, nor could she move in the slightest. She could not even die.
A scene from hell manifested.
It was wholly an inheritance from another world.
Everything that happened within thoroughly stunned Meng Juntian.
After his movements stopped, the mountain of rules in the sky ruthlessly crushed down upon him.
Bang! Meng Juntian was suppressed beneath the mountain.
The Ten Thousand Mountains could crush you!
That saying was exceptionally fitting here.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Enormous peaks crashed down onto Meng Juntian one after another, completely pinning him beneath the mountains.
He felt none of it. His gaze remained fixed on the scene before him.
In the Eighteen Levels of Hell—tongue-pulling, scissors, iron trees, the mirror of sins, copper pillars, blade mountains, ice mountains, boiling oil...
The horrific punishments of each hell unfolded vividly before his eyes.
Moreover, every person being punished bore traces of Lin Suxian.
At that sight, his eyes nearly split apart, turning completely red as flames of fury burned in his eyes.
Yet at the same time, intense terror sprouted in his heart.
If Lin Suxian were to suffer such things, he could not imagine how mad he would become.
He regretted it. He should not have brought Lin Suxian here.
He had believed that, as someone in the Sovereign Realm, even