Had any Reincarnators come in person, they would probably have realized that something was wrong the moment they saw Jiang Chen.
Unfortunately, those who had come this time were all contemporary King-Level experts whom the Reincarnators had subdued after rebuilding their respective factions.
Having mastered some ancient secret arts, these people were at the height of their confidence. They paid no heed whatsoever to the damned bandit who had once robbed a group of Reincarnators so badly in the Ghost Prison Restricted Zone that they wished they were dead.
This also sealed their tragic fate.
At that moment, Jiang Chen hovered in midair. The snake god's curse had already invaded the meridians around his heart, and even his eyes were beginning to turn red. Perhaps in the very next second, his body would be torn apart, and a red-eyed black python would emerge from within.
The terrifying attacks of the Kings were all hurtling toward him as well.
At the same moment.
In an unknown place, darkness, depth, and damp air were permeated by the whispers of an ancient god. Any ordinary creature that set foot here would lose its sanity completely within a few breaths, becoming a monster with nothing left but madness.
Prison Snakes a thousand meters tall with multiple heads; Abyss Ghosts like small mountains, their horns scarlet; savage, three-headed Abyssal Demon Hounds wreathed in flames; seductive, delicate Succubi harboring deadly danger...
Beings of every kind, their auras unimaginably powerful, all waged war in this abyss so vast it seemed almost boundless.
And the only god here stood upon a white-bone Throne spanning ten thousand meters, thousands of enormous scarlet eyes open as the deity surveyed its domain.
The black scales gleamed coldly, each one a rare treasure. A slight twist of that powerful body would make