The Radiant Glory Empire bombarded Slaughter City, carrying out an "inhuman" massacre of the Evil Soul Masters, while Qian Chongling had already reached the end of Hell Road with practiced ease.
"Tang San, it's time to send you on your way!"
He gazed at the boundless river of blood before him, a cold, sinister smile spreading across his face.
As soon as he spoke, a deep black light emerged from Qian Chongling's palm, instantly condensing into an enormous black energy sphere.
The energy sphere floated slowly through the air, radiating an oppressive might. Its terrifying aura seemed ready to destroy heaven and earth at any moment, making it impossible to look at directly.
Qian Chongling turned his wrist, and the black energy sphere hurtled toward the surging river of blood with a thunderous roar.
Rumble!!!
A deafening explosion rang out as towering waves surged through the sea of blood, sending countless torrents of crimson water raining down from above.
Gigantic waves formed across the bloody ocean, resembling vicious blood dragons.
The black energy sphere could destroy anything. Under its power, even that boundless sea of blood was almost completely evaporated, exposing the reddish-brown riverbed.
At the Rakshasa Altar in the Lost City, Tang San sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes shut, beginning to receive the Rakshasa God's godhood inheritance.
At the feet of the Rakshasa God Statue behind him lay a shriveled female body, barely clinging to life. The once-dull statue had also begun flickering with reddish-purple flames.
The blood mist that had drifted through the air gradually gathered together, forming an enormous blood cloud above Tang San's head.
The blood clouds drifted slowly, as though each were a living creature.
Piercing cries of ghosts and howls of demons rose endlessly from within them. Those sounds brimmed