"After you die, you will also beco part of this Nether Tree, sharing the sa fate as them in this Eighteen Layers of Eternal Hell."
"As for the clone you're referring to, although I'm not as skilled as him, I can see that with just your cultivation alone, you're probably not my match."
"Amitabha, next, let the benefactor enter Hell!"
"This first layer of Hell is called the Eggshell Hell, also known as the Hell of Solitude, please enter it to face your fate, benefactor!"
After he finished speaking, Zuo Xiaoluo finally noticed that although the Nether Tree was densely packed with countless beings, they were clearly arranged into eighteen layers. After the thirteenth one finished speaking, those beings on the first layer imdiately wailed like mad.
Zuo Xiaoluo instantly felt the world spinning around her, a wave of sorrow and loneliness engulfing her.
Once those creatures finished howling, they exploded one by one and then constructed a cage in the void.
The thirteenth one said, "Please enter, benefactor, and taste the ultimate solitude of the world."
Zuo Xiaoluo shouted harshly, "The so-called Eighteen Layers of Hell are nothing more than a Law Domain constructed by you, watch split this so-called Eggshell Hell with a single slash."
As she finished speaking, a long blade slowly appeared in her hand.
Then she slashed forward, and in an instant, heaven and earth lost their color, exuding endless murderous intent.
However, facing Zuo Xiaoluo's full-strength attack, the thirteenth one showed no intention of dodging; instead, he slightly frowned, clasped his hands together, and moved his lips.
"Benefactor, why resist? You have already beco attached!"
"Why not open your eyes and look, you are already within this Hell, aren't you?"
Upon hearing the voice, Zuo Xiaoluo was startled, looking around in so confusion, suddenly finding that sothing was amiss.
She herself hadn't changed, but what about the soldiers behind her?
Where did the soldiers who would follow her into life and death, not caring about their lives at her command, go?
Suddenly, her heart felt empty, realizing that these soldiers had abandoned her and would have nothing to do with her anymore.
"Am I going to be fighting alone from now on?"
"The hundred thousand troops have already left this place, did they act on their own or were they killed by the enemy?"
"No, that's not right, I'm just in the so-called Eggshell Hell, none of this is real."
Zuo Xiaoluo muttered to herself, shaking her head.
Then, she slowly began to forget everything, frowning and saying, "What hundred thousand soldiers? Haven't I always been alone from start to finish?"
As she said these words, at first, Zuo Xiaoluo's face bore a heavy disbelief, but later, she ca to sincerely think this way in her heart, completely forgetting past events, and as if those hundred thousand soldiers never appeared in her mory.
Zuo Xiaoluo silently stood there, hesitantly looking around.
She was searching for a way out, but all around were illusory scenes. She attempted to fly towards a certain direction, only to realize after a long ti that she was still in the sa place.
Zuo Xiaoluo calmly observed all this, then spoke: "If that's the case, I might as well slash through this place."
Then, when she tried to conjure her long blade, she suddenly found that she had no weapon at all.
"Wasn't my long blade damaged in the previous battle, how could I still have a long blade?"
"The weapon that accompanied for countless years has already turned into a heap of scrap iron, hasn't it?"
"I have no weapon now?"
The fact is.
Although Zuo Xiaoluo's long blade was damaged, at her current level, she could conjure the blade anyti. Though it was not tangible, its power was no less than before.
Having reached the realm of Unity of Man and Blade, whether there is a blade in her hand had long ceased to be important to her.
But at this ti.
Being in the Eggshell Hell, she had already forgotten even her weapon.
On ordinary days.
She had no friends or family, the only constant companions through day and night were the weapon in her hand and the soldiers behind her.
At this mont, she had forgotten all of these.
Moreover.
Zuo Xiaoluo suddenly felt a pain in her chest, and a silhouette, deeply imprinted in her mory, now beca illusory.
Looking at the face becoming gradually blurry, she suddenly felt the overwhelming loneliness engulfing her entirely.
As if she had never had any emotions, always living in solitude, and destined to be alone for the rest of her life.
She felt a profound sense of helplessness, expecting nothing from this world, devoid of emotions, not caring for anyone or anything.
Outside the so-called Eggshell Hell, the thirteenth watched the light gradually fading from Zuo Xiaoluo's eyes, her vacant gaze, and unintentionally smiled.
Who would've thought that the enemy capable of defeating the tenth clone was no different in front of him.
In terms of actual combat strength, he might not surpass others, but within his Eighteen Layers of Hell, no one could easily walk out.
This was rely the first layer, there were seventeen more layers waiting ahead, and what awaited her would only be death.
On the battleship, soone had also noticed Zuo Xiaoluo's current abnormality.
Previously, they saw Zuo Xiaoluo soaring into the air, slashing forward with unstoppable montum, exuding a sharp killing intent.
Whenever General Zuo did this, enemies would surely fall at her blade.
But this ti.
They were shocked to discover that Zuo Xiaoluo halted abruptly halfway through her charge, then stood still, muttering to herself.
She seed to be searching for sothing, displaying various puzzled expressions on her face.
Especially when they heard she was looking for these soldiers, which made everyone anxious.
"What happened to General Zuo? Why did she stop moving?"
"I only saw her rushing towards that giant black tree, then a hideous monk-like figure appeared, and General Zuo turned into this state?"
"We can't remain idle any longer, we must help General Zuo."
"All soldiers, form a battle line, abandon all defenses, charge!"
"Even if it ans death, we'll die in front of General Zuo!"
...
One after another, rainbows soared through the sky; these soldiers ford a formation like a long snake, their aura combined into an unstoppable offensive charging towards the giant tree.
The thirteenth watched these ant-like soldiers rushing over; the strongest among them rely reached the Sage Realm, a cultivation easily extinguished with a gesture.
He had no need to act; those beings on the giant tree, without needing his command, left the branches to charge and kill.
In an instant.
A battle involving tens of thousands of cultivators erupted in the void.
Afterward, those cultivators realized the vast difference between themselves and the enemy; upon encountering those bizarre beings, they were instantly killed, witnessing those beings as Sage Realm late-stage at the very least, with many even at the Sage Realm of the Way.
User Comments
0 comments from readers