Zhu Minglang retreated to the fork in the road from before. Just as the opponent was about to crash into him, he stepped on his sword and leapt backwards, cleverly dodging the terrifying soul attack of this Jin Juling General.
"Boom!!!" The lightning and storm collided with a forked road in the valley. The forked road collapsed because of the terrifying power, and the valley was buried.
The Golden Ridge General Mo Hu walked out from a pile of broken rocks. The heavy rocks that were originally on top of him floated up inexplicably and were crushed into dust by his golden aura.
He was extremely arrogant. He looked down at Zhu Minglang, who was flying at a low altitude on his flying sword, like a god.
He cracked a smile and glanced around briefly. He said cruelly, "There's no one else here. I'd like to see who can protect your worthless life. You people from the Lower Realm, no matter how hard you cultivate, you can't fight against us, the people of God. We'll kill as many as you come!"
Zhu Minglang also looked around.
There really wasn't anyone here. The battlefield was mainly on the narrow path. With such a thick fog, even if there were people fighting on both sides, they couldn't see what they were doing.
He was alone …
He didn't want to expose his full strength so early.
However, if he could quickly get rid of his opponent without exposing his strength, there was no need to restrict himself too much.
After all, this was a battlefield. It was either you die or I die.
"Let me tear you to pieces!!" The Golden Ridge General roared again.
He swept up a golden aura. His giant body that was like a pavilion charged forward again. He exploded with astonishing speed and power. His aura was like a chain of huge sand dunes moving toward him.
Zhu Minglang didn't dodge this time. He reached out his right hand. A dark pattern appeared on his palm.
The runes formed black ripples, spreading out in the air. The areas in the path of the runes suddenly collapsed, turning into black holes.
Gradually, the holes turned into abysses. It was like a black hole that could swallow everything in the world. The black ripples were no longer gentle and calm. They turned into turbulent whirlpools!
When the Golden Ridge General charged toward Zhu Minglang, he found himself in an area where even the air had turned into a black quagmire.
He couldn't use his strength in this black quagmire. His speed was inexplicably slowed down. He used all his strength to attack the surroundings, but it was as weak as hitting seawater!
The Golden Ridge General vented his anger out of humiliation. He punched his surroundings and stomped his feet on the ground. The golden giant's aura swept across the black swamp around him, and the lightning attached to his body spread even more recklessly …
However, he still couldn't break free. He couldn't use his giant strength that could flatten mountains and fill seas.
He raised his head and roared angrily. Suddenly, he saw an evil creature hanging upside down from a dark, deep place. It had cold eyes. Its body was covered in colorful Dark Star Scales. A pair of wings that looked like a black silk robe wrapped around most of its body elegantly. Only a long, slender tail could be seen …
This place was like a swamp or an abyss, but it was also like a dark sky. The dragon that descended gracefully from the sky was like the ruler of the darkness. It was examining its prey with a hint of contempt and mockery!
"You're the one who's alone!" Zhu Minglang's voice rang out.
The Golden Ridge General Mo Hu was disdainful at first. After becoming a Phantom Giant, they had nothing to fear.
However, when he gradually sensed the ruler's aura and sensed the terrifying dragon domain of the Dark Dragon King, he began to feel uneasy.
Putting aside the fact that this strange ability could easily drag him into a black abyss, just the dragon breath emitted by this inverted dragon alone was enough to make him shudder.
"Mid-level … Mid-level Monarch!!" Mo Hu, the Golden Ridge General, suddenly realized this.
A mid-level Dragon King!
"The Ninth Hell Execution Ground!" Zhu Minglang said coldly.
The Innate Fiend Dragon was very willing to communicate with Zhu Minglang. Some of its abilities also appeared in Zhu Minglang's mind like memories.
This was one of the abilities a mid-level Dragon King could comprehend. It was similar to a spider web trap that could be slowly set up and waited for the enemy to rashly fall into it. Of course, the Ninth Hell Execution Ground was not as soft as a spider web. It would not be easy for a King level creature to escape from it.
Inside the Ninth Hell Execution Ground, no matter how sturdy the scales, how extraordinary the armor, or how impregnable the body was, they would be slowly corroded by the Ninth Hell Swamp. The thick darkness would also cause the soul to be entangled in pain and torment!
The Ninth Hell Execution Ground was for execution!
The Golden Ridge General Mo Hu could no longer see any light. He could only see the Dark Dragon King approaching like an executioner.
The Dark Dragon King would first let his body and soul rot, then slowly destroy his spirit and will. Finally, when he was exhausted, the Dark Dragon King would be hanged!
When Mo Hu obtained the Giant Mountain God's power, he thought he was strong enough to tear everything apart. There was nothing in the world that could stop him, yet this Dragon King had ended his life so easily.
He was suffocating, and the pain intensified.
It was like being tied up in a ravine and watching disgusting insects crawl onto his body.
The suffocation intensified, and death came. The Golden Ridge General, with his monstrous strength, was still unable to escape the Dark Dragon King's execution.
"Looks like their brains aren't working very well," Zhu Minglang concluded.
The Golden Ridge General was extremely strong, and possessed by a Heavenly General. However, against the Innate Fiend Dragon's sneaky attacks, the Golden Ridge General was powerless, even with the strength of a King.
As expected of an evolved Zombie Dragon, the Innate Fiend Dragon was an artist when it came to killing. The Innate Fiend Dragon killed the enemy silently, without alerting a single blade of grass or tree nearby, and without causing any tremors, yet the Golden Ridge General had died just like that.
The only pity was that the Dark Dragon King's soul had already been corroded by the Dark Dragon King's power. The Innate Fiend Dragon's cultivation was much higher than the Golden Ridge General's. No matter how carefully the Innate Fiend Dragon killed the Golden Ridge General, its soul was still incomplete.
So what if the quality was low? It was still a King Rank Soul Orb … Huh? What was going on?
Zhu Minglang was surprised when he saw the earth-colored Soul Orb in his hand. The Golden Ridge General's Soul Orb wasn't King Rank at all!
A Monarch Rank Soul Orb?
How was that possible!?
No matter how incomplete the soul was, no matter how great the difference in strength was in the battle, the level of the Soul Orb was unchangeable.
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