His repeated probes earlier had led Lu Feng to a mistaken conclusion: he had thought that because the two stone swords had yet to take shape, each could only fire a single ray of blood-red light at a time.
Only now did he finally realize how grave that mistake had been.
Streaks of mystic light flashed across the stone swords, instantly transforming into countless rays of sword light that came sweeping out, blotting out the sky.
Isn't this cheating? Lu Feng cursed inwardly. He no longer dared stand his ground; his first instinct was to flee.
But where could he flee? The stone swords seemed to have locked onto him, and these rays of sword light would never let him off easily.
He certainly could not escape into the Blood Sea. Just two rays of sword light had already left him collapsing in agony, caught between life and death. Now that countless rays were bearing down on him, he could see nothing ahead but certain death.
Terror filled his heart, and he fled without a thought for where he was going. Gritting his teeth, Lu Feng plunged straight toward the Hell Gate.
Earlier, he had been too focused on the stone swords to notice anything else. Only now did he see the roiling chaos within the Hell Gate. It was probably protected by restrictions as well, or perhaps it formed a small world of its own.
Fleeing into the Blood Sea would merely be courting death. Now he could only pin his hopes on this gate named after hell, praying it could block that boundless sword light.
Barely half his body had passed through when a terrifying suction suddenly appeared. He could not resist it at all, and his entire body was sucked uncontrollably into the Hell Gate.
Inside lay