Blood Raven Castle

The Temila Mountains.

The Lord of Blood Raven Castle, a figure of considerable renown for a million miles around, lived here. In years past, he had borne the title of Blood Raven Fiend and had been a powerful Six-Star Fiend. But he knew that only a small number of people admired him enough to give him that title; the truly powerful would probably have scoffed at it.

Although he ranked among the strongest Six-Star Fiends, he was still far from the level of those who truly held the title of Seven-Star Fiend.

Whether it was the newly risen Purple Blood Fiend or figures from the past such as the Frost Sword Fiend and the Golden Sun Fiend, all had proven their strength through their power and accomplishments.

As for Arenos, he had suffered a crushing defeat when he attempted the Seven-Star Fiend challenge! If he had not been lucky, he would have lost his life on that mission.

That disastrous defeat had shown him just how far he was from a true Seven-Star Fiend. Afterward, he had given up being a Fiend, built a castle in the Temila Mountains, and begun cultivating in seclusion, keeping a low profile.

Ten million years had passed, and no one knew whether he had finally broken through to the Seven-Star Fiend level.

A blood-red sun hung high in the sky. Halfway up a row of closely packed peaks stood a blood-colored castle with a sinister design. On the walls flanking its gate was the outline of a sinister blood raven, screeching with its wings spread as if about to take flight.

"Arenos, come out!"

"Arenos, come out!"

As the burly black-haired man approached the sky above Blood Raven Castle, he seized the initiative by shouting. His booming voice instantly carried across the entire Temila Mountains.

After the burly black-haired man appeared, the elf man and the other Fiends slowly closed in on Blood Raven Castle. The Fiends looked down on the castle from above, with Rog and the thousand-strong group of prospective Fiends behind them.

"Break!" The burly black-haired man flipped his hand, producing a massive black hammer. Its head was nearly fifty centimeters in diameter and reeked of bloodshed and slaughter. It had clearly drunk the blood of many powerful experts.

Holding the enormous black hammer, the black-haired man suddenly moved. He plunged downward, swinging the hammer in his hand and smashing it down.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

A gigantic black phantom of the descending hammer smashed straight toward Blood Raven Castle below.

Space twisted wherever the hammer passed, sending out violent ripples of spatial distortion. The ripples spread downward along with the hammer, and every Blood Raven Castle guard caught in their path died a miserable death.

Dimont's eyes lit up at the sight. The burly black-haired man's mastery of the Laws of Destruction was formidable. That strike was already comparable in power to a Double Annihilation Fist unleashed with his full strength. He could also sense that the man's path was the same as his own: an overbearing path of Collapse and Destruction, shattering everything.

There was more than one way to cultivate the Edicts of Destruction. Some followed the path of destruction, others the school of decay, and there was even a Soul Annihilation school. The black-haired man's hammer strike had given Dimont considerable inspiration, and he now had a vague idea of how to comprehend the third level of the Path of Collapse and Destruction.

While Dimont was exhilarated, the master of Blood Raven Castle was in a far less pleasant mood. Arenos had lived here in seclusion for ten million years, only for this group to suddenly set their sights on him today.

The missions issued by Fiend Castle made no distinction between justice and evil. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a mercenary guild or even an assassin organization. As long as an employer had enough wealth to post a mission, other Fiends would generally accept it. Although he had lived in seclusion for ten million years without venturing out, it was still possible that an enemy he had made in years past had suddenly decided to take revenge.

"I haven't fought in a long time. Has the world forgotten my name, Arenos? Even a couple of nobodies dare to challenge me!" The hammer strike just now had caused such an enormous commotion,

that Arenos had naturally been alerted. He flew out of the castle and confronted the black-robed man and the elf man. "Come on, let's take this chance to storm Blood Raven Castle!" The battle high above was a battlefield for experts at the Six-Star Fiend level; ordinary Highgod Fiends could not interfere at all. They led the charge straight into Blood Raven Castle, heading for the Blood Raven Guards.

"Die!" The thousand prospective Fiends followed them into Blood Raven Castle. Although the Lord of Blood Raven Castle was no master of magic formations, this was his lair. Its winding passages were like a maze, and it was filled with traps.

"You few, get up front and scout the way!" The experienced Fiends naturally knew that the greatest danger in the castle came from the Blood Raven Guards, especially their three captains. But the traps inside the castle itself could not be underestimated either.

Whether it was soul-poisoning smoke or the God-Slaying Arrows that might appear, any of them could threaten their lives. At a time like this, the easily bullied prospective Fiends made perfect expendable scouts.

"Damn it! These bastards have gone too far!" The prospective Fiends were all furious, but most of them were Midgods, while the Fiends were Highgods. Even though they outnumbered the Fiends more than ten to one, they could not resist their suppression. Of course, that was assuming a certain someone did not intervene.

Only after entering Blood Raven Castle did they realize how vast it was. The Fiends split into seven or eight squads and went their separate ways. In their squad, the prospective Fiends who had been in front of Rog and Dimont were all dead. Now the master and servant walked at the very front alongside three other Midgods.

"Weak! Far too weak!" Dimont killed another Black Raven Guard with a punch after the guard ambushed him from the smoke. Although the two of them had already collected enough Black Raven Tokens to meet the mission's requirement, Dimont was in the grip of a burst of inspiration and could not stop killing. Every attacker who came to ambush them was swiftly killed with a single punch.

Whether they were Midgod Black Raven Guards or Highgod Blood Raven Guards, all met the same end beneath those terrifying fists: they were smashed to pieces, unable to leave even an intact corpse behind. Not only were the other Midgod prospective Fiends frightened, but even the Highgod Fiends supervising them from behind felt a little apprehensive.

After all, Dimont killed Blood Raven Guards with one punch each, and he could probably deal with them just as easily. Fortunately, he had not taken issue with their behavior. As for him stealing their prey, they could only remain silent and pretend they had neither seen nor heard anything.

Rog did not lift a hand the entire time, leaving Dimont to fight to his heart's content. Cultivation of the Edicts of Destruction progressed fastest through slaughter in the first place. Since Dimont was so excited, he had probably gained some new insight.

"Die!" An assassin who had been lying in wait suddenly emerged from the shadows behind Dimont. Apart from Rog, no one noticed him-not even the Highgod Fiends.

"The Darkness Stealth Technique, and the profound mystery of Shadowspace too? A decent assassin. What a pity." Since Rog had noticed him, the assassin could naturally only meet a tragic end.

Cultivators of the Laws of Darkness were particularly likely to become assassins. Every Seven-Star Shadow Thorn in the Darkness Divine Realm was a master of assassination, and even experts of the same level were unwilling to provoke them. Like rats in a sewer, they hid in dark corners and suddenly struck a fatal blow. If that blow missed, they would flee a thousand miles away and hide in the darkness again, making them troublesome to deal with.

The two profound mysteries this Blood Raven Guards had fused were ideal for assassination. Even a Five-Star Fiend of the same level stood a good chance of being killed in a surprise attack if caught off guard. But he had chosen Dimont as his target, so his luck could only be considered poor.

"You're courting death!" Dimont abruptly turned and punched at the spot above and behind his head.

"Squelch!" The punch sent unstoppable ripples through space. Once the Double Annihilation Fist came out, the assassin hiding in Shadowspace was smashed to pieces before he could even attack.

"What a pity. This so-called Shadowspace is only a means of concealment and a domain, not a true entry into another space. In another major world, this move might have been interesting." The others had not noticed, but Rog had seen everything clearly, for his attainment in matters of the soul alone was far above the assassin's.

The so-called hiding in Shadowspace was merely a way to conceal one's soul aura. It was not nearly as mysterious and uncanny as outsiders imagined.

Above the castle.

"Die! Once I kill you, I, Sailong, will be a Six-Star Fiend!" The burly black-haired Sailong had been a Five-Star Fiend for a long time and had successfully completed sixteen Five-Star Fiend missions. This time, he was confident he would become a Six-Star Fiend!

"Life Explosion!" Beside Sailong, the elf man had used some unknown method. His once-handsome face had become much more ferocious, but his aura had grown much stronger!

Life Explosion was an extremely powerful combat method of the Life Law, greatly enhancing both attack and speed. In this state, every move he made was formidable. When it came to a drawn-out fight, the elf man Miupa was even better than Sairon!

"Haah!" Unlike most elves, who excelled with bows and arrows, Miupa was gifted in close combat. His weapon was a longsword, and the power of his material attacks was no less than Sailong's!

"You forced me to do this!" Arenos was now feeling tremendous pressure. His ten million years of arduous cultivation had not been wasted; he had already begun fusing a fourth profound mystery. But his strength had only increased by about one or twofold compared to ten million years ago, and he was beginning to struggle against these two opponents at once.