Ye Han had survived the One-Eyed Giant's hidden storm of blade intent solely because the Purple Cauldron's heaven-shaking defenses had blocked the blow.
Both Purple Cauldrons had also sensed the presence beyond the shattered Demon Head that had drawn their attention...
The Immortal Soul Altar, too, had sensed that this fellow was here!!
Within the vast space, seething with purple-black evil energy, enormous pillars supported its immense purple-black metal walls and floor...
The ground was riddled with pits and holes filled with purple-black liquid. Bubbles constantly rose from them, spewing purple-black evil energy.
An enormous lake lay in the center, filled entirely with purple-black liquid. A raised stretch of land several thousand zhang across stood in its midst, and upon it were a grave and a tombstone. Before the tombstone was the Horns Figure that Ye Han's Immortal Soul Divine Tomb had locked onto.
The Horns Figure sat cross-legged in midair, strands of mysterious, profound spell power emanating from his body. As his aura surged, he drew purple-black energy from the grave.
"Hm?!"
He heard Ye Han's furious shout.
Blood-red flames erupted where the Horns Figure's eyes should have been. For some unknown reason, the terrifying aura of a Mahayana Stage cultivator burst from him as he glared at Ye Han and snapped coldly, "Immortal Race?! You're courting death!!"
As he spoke, the purple-black aura flames around him abruptly transformed into purple-black figures!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The hands of those purple-black flaming figures trembled, and astonishing, suffocating blade intent erupted from each of them. A long saber had appeared in every hand!
Did this fellow really possess that legendary existence that could devour even Wretched Old Heaven?
There were twelve purple-black figures in all. As they charged toward Ye Han, they actually formed an enormous blade formation, radiating terrifying blade