"Damn!"
"Quick, quick, quick! I want to join Xingyu City!"
"If I’m late, I’ll have to wait until next year!"
...
anwhile.
Han Xing and the others had been grinding the Abyssal Rift for a whole month, and everyone was about to get sick of it!
Now, when they saw those Abyssal Monsters, they would instinctively raise their hands to attack.
At this mont, Cheng Jianyong killed an Elite Demon with a single shot, his face grim as he said, "Damn it, this repetitive monster grinding is really testing our endurance."
Just then, Han Xing gritted his teeth and said, "Hang in there a bit longer."
"Once we hit Level 50, we won’t have to co here for a long ti."
Shen Yun also chid in, "Exactly, just imagine how much stronger we’ll be after reaching Level 50!"
"Not only can you equip that Level 50 Divine Artifact, but you can even switch to a full set of Orange equipnt!"
"Then, maybe you can have Legendary level powers like Brother Xing."
Hearing this, Cheng Jianyong’s eyes imdiately lit up, "Are you saying I’ll be able to kill Legendary Creatures across ranks?"
Shen Yun nodded, "You can do it!"
Cheng Jianyong said excitedly, "Damn, by then, will I also be considered the kind of talent that Holy Spirit Realm hasn’t seen in millennia!"
Shen Yun continued affirmatively, "Exactly, you are a genius!"
"What you need to do now is hang in there a bit longer."
"Level up secretly, and then shock everyone!"
Cheng Jianyong was almost convinced, feeling full of energy at the mont.
Compared to the three males.
Zhang Lianng and Su Xiaoyang didn’t feel much pressure.
On the contrary, as their combat skills improved, their stress decreased significantly.
During battles, the two won would gather together to chat.
They showed none of the exhaustion from grinding that the others did.
The grinding process was tedious.
But they also knew that this was a process that other Survivors couldn’t even dream of.
In just a month.
All five of them reached Level 48.
Even Coal Ball, led by Han Xing, reached Level 46.
If this speed was known, it might shock Survivors worldwide into disbelief!
Even the old monsters of the Holy Spirit Realm would have their worldviews overturned.
After all, even the talented Wu Ling’Er took over ten years to go from the Fourth Transformation to Legendary status.
But them?
Just a few months!
And in just another month, they could all reach Level 50.
Then they would prepare to break through to Legendary status.
Thinking of this filled them with motivation.
Bang! Bang bang!
After taking down the Abyss Knight on the 60th floor,
the group teleported back to Ten Thousand Stars City.
At this ti, the teleportation arrays in Ten Thousand Stars City gathered quite a number of Survivors.
However, Han Xing no longer needed to lead these Survivors to report to the army.
The Witch Race would send people to et them.
Even the legion commanders fought fiercely to recruit more mbers of the Human Race!
After all, where else could you find soldiers who could beco stronger at such a fast pace?
More and more Humans transferred from Xingyu City to Witch Race Territory.
They then gradually adapted to life on the new map through the army.
Ti passed by like this.
...
Half a month later.
In the Chaotic Void, within a fragnt of space.
A man covered in blue Secret Patterns, even with azure blue eyes, stood in the void.
Opposite him was a humanoid creature dressed in Shadow Armor, holding a black Broken Blade.
The humanoid creature’s body constantly emitted black smoke, making its appearance indiscernible and its voice inaudible.
Its eyes also emitted a ghostly green fla, indistinguishable from ordinary Shadow Monsters.
However.
The man covered in Secret Patterns dared not underestimate it in the slightest.
Because this seemingly ordinary Dark Creature with no visible energy fluctuations
was actually the leader of the Shadow Legion.
Known as the Shadow Monarch.
A confird being of Demigod Level strength.
And the man covered in Secret Patterns opposite it, his identity was self-evident.
The current Witch Race Saint Master: Helas.
At this mont, the Witch Race Saint Master spoke in a hoarse voice, "Shadow, how long do you plan to stall here?"
The other didn’t answer; the ghostly green fla in its eyes flickered.
The next mont, it raised the Broken Sword in its hand.
And swung a slash.
The Witch Race Saint Master imdiately felt tearing sensations across his body.
"You!" The Witch Race Saint Master exclaid in shock and anger, seemingly not expecting the other to attack without warning.
Moreover, as the Longsword slashed down.
The Witch Race Saint Master saw the space before him begin to fracture.
In this mont of crisis, countless Secret Patterns appeared on the Witch Race Saint Master’s body simultaneously.
"Hah!"
With a shouted command,
the chaotic space was filled with endless blue Secret Patterns.
These Secret Patterns appeared to be of the sa source as Wu Ling’Er’s power.
Every blue Secret Pattern contained terrifying destruction energy; any ordinary Legendary Powerhouse would perish upon contact!
However.
What shook the Witch Race Saint Master was.
Even after unleashing so many Witch Clan Secret Patterns.
Against the light swing of that man’s sword.
It seed everything was effortlessly cut through.
He watched helplessly as the sword fell from the void, severing countless Secret Patterns.
Then—
It landed directly on his head.
Splat!
The sound of flesh tearing, and droplets of blue blood scattered.
The commotion in the entire space ca to a halt.
By this ti, the figure of the Witch Race Saint Master had sohow appeared behind the Shadow Monarch.
He was watching intently, with a grim expression, at the distant standing black shadow.
It was then that the Witch Race Saint Master noticed a black line from his forehead down to his abdon.
Caused by the slash of the Shadow Monarch’s sword.
As if he was nearly split in half by the opponent.
The Witch Race Saint Master said with difficulty, "Shadow, you madman, you tried to cut my destiny line directly, don’t you know if you fail, you’ll face severe backlash too?"
On the opposite side, a line also appeared on the Shadow Monarch’s black Armor.
As the Witch Race Saint Master said, the slash did not succeed in killing him.
He was also gravely injured.
Yet, the Shadow Monarch was indifferent.
He continued to swing his sword, again and again.
Pop pop pop!
Sword Qi flew everywhere!
Each slash inflicted severe wounds on the Witch Race Saint Master, as well as on himself.
After hundreds of continuous slashes,
even the Witch Race Saint Master’s azure pupils showed a hint of fear.
"You’re crazy! You’ve gone completely crazy!"
"It’s impossible for you to kill !"
"You’ll end up being consud by your own Sword Qi and die first!"
At this mont, the other side finally spoke.
A voice hoarse to the extre, like chewing glass: "He...las..."
"The ti is almost..."
"The destruction of the Witch Race is...an inevitable... fate."
The Witch Race Saint Master, upon hearing this, imdiately roared in anger, "You’re talking nonsense!"
"The Witch Race has thrived in the Holy Spirit Realm for over ten thousand years, surviving countless calamities, and still endures."
"What makes you say the Witch Race will inevitably be destroyed?"
On the opposite side, the Shadow Monarch shook his head, "Helas..."
"You don’t understand... the Witch Race blocks the path of so beings..."
Hearing this, Helas frowned and asked, "Blocked the path? Blocked whose path?"
"Shadow, who are you following the orders of?"
On the opposite side, the Shadow Monarch shook his head again.
"Those beings are... extrely terrifying..."
"They are... about to erge... "
Hearing this, Helas frowned deeply.
Having confronted the Shadow Monarch for over a decade, he was very familiar with the opponent’s combat thods.
He also knew that the Shadow Monarch was an extrely proud individual with imnsely powerful strength.
Even acknowledging extrely terrifying beings.
Their power must far surpass the imagination of the Witch Race Saint Master!
And from the Shadow Monarch’s words, he deduced that these beings might not be just a single entity.
At this thought, the Witch Race Saint Master suddenly took a sharp breath!
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