"Mm..."
Within the Abyss Plane, the Abyssal Sage King suddenly let out a pained groan.
The Spirit Emperor standing beside him hurriedly asked,
"What's wrong, Lord Holy Monarch?"
The Abyssal Sage King shook his head and said calmly,
"Nothing. Just a minor matter. Tell those people from the Holy Spirit Cult to hurry up."
Though he claimed it was nothing, raging fury burned in his eyes.
This was the second time his avatar had been destroyed, and both times, it had been destroyed by the same two people.
This avatar had not contained much of his power, so the injury he suffered was nowhere near as severe as last time. Even so, he had still been harmed.
He could not remember how many tens of thousands of years it had been since he had last endured such humiliation.
Fortunately, he had successfully bought himself time this time.
Having suffered devastating injuries due to his carelessness last time, the Sage King naturally would no longer underestimate those two humans.
Thus, he had used every method at his disposal to set traps throughout the Abyss Passage during the past few years.
In fact, the moment Tang Wulin attempted to break through the seal, he had fallen into the trap. From the very beginning, the Abyssal Sage King had never intended to clash with him directly. He had planned to use these traps to deal with him.
Naturally, the Sage King could sense the seal being struck, so he immediately activated the traps.
Yet Tang Wulin and Huo Yutong's rate of growth had still far exceeded his expectations. Judging by the combat power they had displayed in that brief time just now, let alone killing them, it would already count as a success if the traps could hold them for any length of