The Power of the God-Slaying Spear

Liu Yuanchen was still shaken by the fright. He immediately used the Death-Substitute Clone Divine Ability and fled Sky-Suspended Ghost City.

After returning to Netherworld Coiled Dragon Mountain, he finally let out a long breath.

He immediately condensed a small space and stored the residual energy from the devil's spear strike within it.

"The Devil Race leader is incredibly powerful!

Even if my true body acted and used every means at my disposal, I would not have absolute confidence in victory.

The might of that spear strike was likely even greater than my Nine Heaven-Cleaving Forms."

"Even killing a Golden Immortal Realm expert would not be difficult.

For such a master not to directly counterattack the Origin Spirit Realm is truly strange."

"I still know too little about the Devil Race. I need to ask those veteran Celestial Immortal Realm experts from the Primordial World."

He spent several days calming his mind before sending a message to Hun Yu.

Before long, Hun Yu arrived atop Coiled Dragon Mountain.

At this time, he no longer had his usual composure and appeared somewhat haggard.

"Fellow Daoist, why do you look so worn out?"

Hun Yu sighed. "Don't mention it. I followed the Divine Lord's suggestion and told Houtu Ancestor Witch about the plans for constructing the Netherworld and Hell as soon as I returned.

Houtu Ancestor Witch was also quite interested in this matter. She asked me to organize the construction plans for the Netherworld and Hell, then send them to the Primordial Netherworld through Reincarnation.

My Witch Race has always relied on our fists to fight across the four seas. When have we ever done this sort of thing?"

"But no one else can help with this, so I can only do it myself.

I have stayed up for several years,