Hell's assassin Saint had fallen, making the many assassins in the Divine Spirit's small world blanch. Was their immortal Divine Dynasty truly going to collapse completely today?
His white robes stained with blood, Lu Chen carried his dark gold Dragon Spear and advanced step by step into the depths of this small world, intent on wiping out Hell's remaining forces.
Boom!
The sky thundered, the tremendous roar rolling for hundreds of miles. Formation patterns emerged within the small world, murderous intent surged, and sword energy crisscrossed thousands of feet, slashing toward him in dense waves.
Clang!
The Nine-Layer Immortal Gold Pagoda around Lu Chen trembled, spilling countless strands of multicolored immortal radiance that shielded his entire body. Ten thousand streams of sword energy conjured by the spell formation struck it, yet none could breach the pagoda's defenses.
For over a hundred thousand years, no outsider had ever entered this small world. It housed Hell's most important ancient sanctuary.
Although it no longer possessed the glory of the Desolate Ancient Era, it was still astonishing, filled with deadly dangers at every turn. Few in the world could fight their way inside.
Yet today, a young junior who had not even become a Saint had stormed in alone with one spear and one pagoda. First he had shattered the Saint-level puppet Stone Dragon, then slain Hell's assassin Saint. The mighty Divine Dynasty that had once ruled the world now stood on the brink of its final curtain.
Whoosh!
An enormous stream of sword energy swept toward him like a mountain that pierced the heavens, emanating terrifying Saint Dao power. It had been unleashed by a Saint-level spell formation.
Although no outsider had entered Hell's small world from its discovery to the present day, they had still established layer upon layer of defenses,