The mont Zuo Xiaoluo escaped from the Eggshell Hell, Clone Thirteen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
A look of pain appeared on his face, and his expression was sowhat listless.
At the sa ti.
Behind him, on the giant tree, a layer of creatures exploded and died completely, leaving not even a trace of their bones.
Thirteen wiped the crimson blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke indifferently, "I didn't expect you to escape from the Eggshell Hell so quickly?"
"What surprised the most is these cultivators; they actually sacrificed their lives to save you. It's truly touching."
"Heh heh..."
"However, this is far from enough. Since I ntioned the Eighteen Layers of Hell, there are still seventeen layers ahead. You rely escaped the Eggshell Hell by luck; now the real hell begins."
Zuo Xiaoluo coldly looked at him.
At this mont, with the support of the will of the three armies and the formation, her strength was many tis greater than before.
She could naturally see that the so-called Eighteen Layers of Hell was just an illusion technique, and there was no such thing as eighteen layers.
Similarly, his strength relied on the support of the black giant tree, otherwise, he wouldn't be so powerful.
She focused her eyes and could see strands of black lines emanating from the black giant tree, wrapping around Clone Thirteen.
Zuo Xiaoluo's figure flickered, and in an instant, she appeared in front of Thirteen, striking down at him with her blade.
"It's useless. Without entering the Eighteen Layers of Hell and making the journey, how can you kill ?"
Thirteen remained motionless, looking at her with a faint smile.
The outco was as he said; Zuo Xiaoluo's earth-shattering strike did not cause any harm. When her long blade descended, his body seed like a phantom, leaving no scars.
Zuo Xiaoluo knew he was not lying, so she slowly walked towards him.
"The second layer of hell, Scissors Hell, appear!"
As Clone Thirteen spoke, Zuo Xiaoluo, who was walking forward, suddenly saw a vast number of scissors' shadows appearing before her. As soon as these scissors appeared, they glead coldly, ready to cut at her.
These scissors could attack the body, and once wounded by them, they left unrecoverable scars.
Zuo Xiaoluo's strength was incomparable to before; as soon as the scissors appeared, she swung her blade, instantly shattering all of them. The second layer, Scissors Hell, disappeared before her eyes.
Puh!
Clone Thirteen spat out another mouthful of blood, his expression growing uglier.
Faint wrinkles appeared on his face, and his body thinned out of nowhere.
At the sa ti.
Behind him, all the creatures on the second layer of the giant tree perished.
"The Third Layer, Iron Tree Hell, open for !"
Clone Thirteen roared, and an iron tree ca crashing towards Zuo Xiaoluo.
It was hung with sharp long blades; as soon as it touched her, it could shred her into minced at instantly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Before the iron tree could appear before Zuo Xiaoluo, she raised her blade high, a blade shadow hundreds of ters long appearing above her head.
That blade shadow descended, instantly shattering the so-called iron tree to pieces.
After this strike.
Zuo Xiaoluo advanced several hundred ters, walking through the air, each step filled with lethal intent.
Now, if she didn't kill him, how could she be worthy of the fallen warriors?
Before she awoke, thousands of soldiers died at the enemy's hands to awaken her.
Now.
Let his life be a tribute to the fallen warriors!
Watching Zuo Xiaoluo co closer, Clone Thirteen's face turned exceedingly grim.
Behind him, all three layers of creatures were dead.
These creatures were battle machines ford from the abilities granted by the Nether Tree after devouring countless worlds.
At the sa ti, with their help, he could perform the strongest illusion technique in this cosmos.
In his illusion, reality and illusion intertwined, and as long as the enemy was careless, they would sink into the environnt, never to escape for eternity.
Yet.
He was horrified to find that the previous Zuo Xiaoluo, dragged into the illusion by him, had no ability to resist.
She almost couldn't walk out of the illusion realm.
But now.
Clone Thirteen felt an unprecedented determination emanating from her heart, a pure conviction, along with a boundless will, just to kill him.
In such circumstances, his illusion could not exert its strongest power.
But this was his strongest attack thod, and he didn't believe that anyone could remain unaffected by the illusion.
In fact.
There really was soone in this world who feared not his illusion.
If that person ca, he would've been dead long ago.
That person was Zhao Yi, using the Nine Dragon Jade Seal's power to see through illusions, rendering any illusion non-existent before him, extinguished at a finger's snap.
...
Mirror of Sin Hell, Steaming Cage Hell, Copper Pillar Hell, Sword Mountain Hell, Ice Mountain Hell...
Clone Thirteen manifested all the hells except for the Eighteenth Layer Hell in one breath.
In an instant.
These hells trapped Zuo Xiaoluo within; knife mountains and seas of fla, icy mountains and blazing fire, giant pillar blood pools....
All appeared around her.
Countless attacks surged toward Zuo Xiaoluo.
Clone Thirteen watched Zuo Xiaoluo struggling bitterly within the hell, enduring ceaseless attacks, and looking increasingly battered. An expression of arrogance appeared on his face.
Employing such a powerful illusion in one go, he sensed he was barely in control.
But as long as he could hold out for several breaths, he believed he could definitely kill her within.
However...
Just as he was feeling proud, a cold voice echoed in his ear.
"What? Is this all your strength?"
Clone Thirteen was shocked as he stiffly turned around, finding Zuo Xiaoluo now unhard, appearing behind him.
The blade tip was pointing directly at his heart. Though she couldn't kill him, this scene was enough to overturn his understanding.
"You..."
"This..."
He was dumbfounded, not knowing why all of this was happening.
In the distance, within the hell he constructed, the figure of Zuo Xiaoluo was still struggling bitterly, on the verge of being killed.
Zuo Xiaoluo looked at him disdainfully, "Is this your so-called illusion realm? Just like that, if my mind is strong enough, not only am I fearless of your illusion, but I can also turn it back on you."
"Since you can conjure up illusions with the giant tree behind you, why can't I use the one hundred thousand troops to put you in one?"
After she finished, Zuo Xiaoluo waved her hand, and her figure in the distance exploded instantly.
The energy burst forth, instantly destroying the so-called illusion realm.
In front of her.
Clone Thirteen, at this mont, continuously erupted with explosions from his body, columns of blood soaring, his aura withering to the extre.
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