Inside the prison, the Demon Wraiths were almost entirely slaughtered.
Mo Hua, at the Divine Sense Realm of Nineteen Patterns, had eyes blazing with light, his Divine Thought more refined, and his aura increasingly powerful.
No one, no Evil Spirit here, could stop him anymore.
He turned his head to look at the horned door.
Beyond the door, layers of Divine Seal still obstructed the way.
These Divine Tao Arrays, in Mo Hua’s eyes before, seed tight enough.
But now, having swallowed countless Demon Wraiths, broken through the "Seal" of the Heavenly Dao, and digested the Law of the "Seal" of the Heavenly Dao, his understanding of the Divine Tao Array deepened further.
Looking at it now, he could vaguely sense the faint rules circulating between the Formation Patterns on the horned door.
Yet the Law of "Seal" on the door now seed shallow to Mo Hua, full of "flaws."
He raised his palm, condensed a Golden Sword in his hand, and struck down.
Although it seed like an ordinary sword strike, it encompassed an understanding of the operation of laws within the Divine Tao Array, akin to a "butcher dissecting an ox," avoiding the sturdy parts and striking the weak spots.
With just one sword, he pierced through the Formation Patterns, piercing the door.
Inside, Mr. Tu’s pupils suddenly contracted.
The Evil Qi outside the door faded...
The Fierce God was still breaching the door.
"So many Demon Wraiths... all slaughtered?"
This Fierce God, how terrifying it was?!
Despite already having so expectations, Mr. Tu still found it hard to believe.
What "kind" of Fierce God possessed such horrifying power, fearless of Demon Wraiths’ clutches, unafraid of Telekinesis depletion, slaughtering thousands of Demon Wraiths in such a short ti?
Mr. Tu’s face turned somber, he turned to the empty fresco on the other side, slightly relieved.
"The Divine Bridge is broken, the path to Divine Land is blocked."
"This Fierce God, regardless of how terrifying, stops here, it can’t covet the Divine Lord’s holand..."
Mr. Tu glanced again at the pale young master beside him, solemnly said:
"Young Master, go quickly."
The Young Master wanted to say sothing.
Suddenly, there was a "pfft."
The horned door was pierced again, several Arrays shattered, revealing a portion of the golden sword tip.
This sword was crafted from Divine Thought, ancient and simple.
Yet it bore an astonishing aura of Divine Thought Slaughter.
Mr. Tu changed color, hurriedly said:
"Go quickly! If you don’t, it’ll be too late!"
"The Fierce God is coming in!"
The Young Master said: "Then you, sir..."
Mr. Tu said: "I abandon this Remnant Soul to cover your retreat, otherwise none of us will escape..."
With that said, several more holes were punched through the horned door, the Sword Qi chilling.
The Divine Tao Arrays on the door were almost gone.
The dreadful figure of the "Fierce God" outside the door started to beco apparent.
The Young Master gritted his teeth:
"Alright, thank you, sir!"
He promptly took out a piece of Divine Bone, spilled the Blood of Divine Thought on the bone, and then used the virtual sensing of the Divine Bone to slowly escape the "nightmare" in the Demon Refining Diagram.
His figure started to disappear bit by bit.
The "Fierce God" outside seed to sense sothing, and after a brief hesitation, refined stronger Sword Qi, accelerating the breach.
The horned relief on the door was hacked into mottled fragnts.
The entire Gate of Divine Path, once the most unbreakable "Seal," was now chopped like paper, leaking air everywhere.
Within a few breaths, the Gate of Divine Path, completely shattered.
A figure bearing dazzling Golden Light, was about to step inside.
"Oh no!"
Watching, the Young Master’s Divine Thought hadn’t completely escaped yet.
With only a Remnant Soul, Mr. Tu flipped his eyes upward, his eyes turning into deep red bloody cavities, revealing numbness and ferocity.
This was an Evil Path Secret Technique.
He extinguished his reason, pushing evil to the extre.
On Mr. Tu’s head grew two black, filthy, broken horns, and the flesh of his Divine Thought began to twist, becoming grotesque and hideous.
Within monts, he transford into a "Horned Evil Demon."
anwhile, his Evil Qi climbed to the peak.
Before Mo Hua could enter, Mr. Tu transford into an Evil Demon, charged towards Mo Hua with a gust of foul wind and intense Evil Thoughts.
But before he got close, his body suddenly stiffened, standing frozen.
Monts later, a streak of Golden Light appeared on his forehead.
A Golden Sword directly pierced Mr. Tu’s forehead, and then the Sword Qi spread outwards, dismbering Mr. Tu’s flesh into pieces.
"No wonder... Fierce God..."
"With this Remnant Soul’s power, truly invincible."
"The Divine Way, indeed grand and unfathomable..."
Mr. Tu’s face was cut into pieces by the Sword Qi, his pitch-black pupils, blood gradually dissipating, madness fading, reason returning montarily, sowhat restored.
He exerted all his might to look at the "Fierce God."
He wanted to see the face of this "Fierce God."
Wanted to see what the "enemy" of the Divine Lord looked like.
But his vision was blood-red, and all he saw was Golden Light, he couldn’t see the face of the Fierce God who pierced his head with one sword and killed him.
He could only see, amidst the blood and gold, a "small" figure, and a pair of cold and authoritative eyes.
This was a "young" Fierce God.
Seemingly just hatched from a Divine Fetus not long ago.
Yet his eyes already possessed divine majesty, indifference to all beings, and even more...
Vaguely, Mr. Tu also saw in those eyes, bizarre patterns alternating black and white.
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