Crimson fire scorched the heavens, burning away the black mist.
Lin Fan unleashed Precious Arts and all manner of supreme Divine Abilities. Runes seethed like a vast ocean sweeping forward in surging waves.
Clang!
A sword swept in from the west, immortal light billowing as it severed one great hand after another in the darkness, shredding them all into blood mist.
Yet these beings knew neither exhaustion nor fear. With a furious roar, they attacked again, closing in from all sides.
Clang!
A spear pierced the void, flashing with dark light, its chill terrifying to the extreme. It seemed poised to puncture the Great Universe, shattering stars.
Lin Fan was shocked. Weirdness and the Ominous Force truly were terrifying. Even with their primordial spirits gone, these beings still possessed supreme runes and divine power within their bodies.
Moreover, the longer he remained here, the more uneasy he felt, as though something even more horrifying might appear at any moment.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, tendrils of black mist surged in again from every direction, sending a chill through even his primordial spirit.
Within it, ghostly cries rose and fell, as though the gates of Hell had opened. Lantern after lantern lit up, scarlet as blood, illuminating the Myriad Heavens.
Lin Fan stared and discovered densely packed shadows appearing in their thousands upon thousands, endless and inexhaustible, rushing toward him.
The sight made his skin crawl. There were far too many shadows, all powerful beings from ancient times who had inexplicably lost their primordial spirits.
Boom!
Lin Fan decided he could stay no longer. The Three-Legged Golden Cauldron appeared, shedding billions of strands of immortal light. He brought out his supreme treasure at once, preparing to fight his way out.
In an instant, the Immortal Artifact swept out an unrivaled beam