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Yan Zhaoge's sword-light locked down that thread of blood that was about to be retracted back into the black fog.
This way, the threads of blood would not dissipate as Yan Zhaoge would be able to follow them and directly arrive at the core of the formation, no longer having to waste his energy in continuing to deduce and search for them.
Yan Zhaoge let out a slight sigh of relief before picking up the pair of gloves that Xue Wuya had left on the ground after his death.
The originally blood-red gloves gradually faded, revealing their original black color.
Yan Zhaoge was slightly interested, "A high-grade artifact, in that instant just now, actually possessed the power close to that of a low-grade spirit artifact? Although it's only temporary and requires a long time to recover, it's quite an interesting technique. "
For a martial artist like Xue Wuya who was almost a lone wolf, even if he joined the Decimating Abyss, as a grandmaster, it would still be very difficult for him to obtain a spirit weapon.
"You can't underestimate the intelligence of others ah. After the Great Calamity, capable people have also appeared, having come up with quite a few techniques of a certain standard," Yan Zhaoge kept his gloves, "When I have the time later, I'll have to study them a bit."
He raised his head to look in the direction of the blood line and narrowed his eyes slightly. "Let's deal with the big thing in front of us first."
As Yan Zhaoge followed the blood lines, red lights that resembled bolts of lightning could be seen flickering within the black fog before him from time to time.
The ground beneath his feet began to undulate like waves.
Lowering his head, he could see countless complicated runes and runes shuttling back and forth like flowing water.
As Zhang Xuan got closer to the core of the formation, the formation runes here became even more complicated, interweaving with one another.
A powerful aura pulsed, vibrating non-stop.
The terrifying aura that could confuse one's mind and cause one to feel fear and confusion was getting stronger and stronger. It was as if it had taken physical form and was drilling into every pore on the surface of one's body. It was suffocating.
As Yan Zhaoge retracted his aura and proceeded onwards, he suddenly felt his heart palpitate.
The entire demonic realm seemed to be trembling. That terrifying aura suddenly surged!
Yan Zhaoge's gaze turned cold, "This is the dimensional barrier between the Nine Underworlds and the Eight Extremities World. It is growing weaker and weaker, the gap indistinctly visible as a passageway will soon truly be ripped open!"
Even though they were in the Infernal domain. However, Yan Zhaoge could feel that both within and outside the devilish domain, the battle between the Sacred Grounds and the Decimating Abyss martial practitioners was also growing more intense!
The Door of the Nine Underworlds was about to open.
Other than Turbid Wave Pavilion, the experts of the other Sacred Grounds had also come to assist, and the Decimating Abyss martial practitioners gradually found it hard to resist.
But as the aura of the Nine Nether grew stronger and stronger, all the martial artists who fell to the dark side also faintly had the momentum of rising with the tide!
Especially when Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel the devilish formation at the bottom of this Clear Concealed Lake. After connecting with the power of the Nine Underworlds, his strength began to grow stronger and stronger.
Not only did it distort space and time to open the door to the Nine Underworlds, when this demonic formation operated, it even began to turn from defense to offense, helping the Decimating Abyss martial artists suppress the experts of the various Holy Lands!
Raising his head to look at the all-encompassing black fog, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself, "The backup plan has indeed failed as well, having to fight head-on. Turbid Wave Pavilion Lord's reaction shouldn't be slow, right?"
The Six Great Holy Lands of the current era. Broad Creed Mountain and Infinite Boundless Mountain had Sacred Artifacts but no Martial Saints. The other four clans each had a Martial Saint sitting over them.
The number one expert of Turbid Wave Pavilion, the current Pavilion Lord, the Roiling Cloud Martial Saint. 'Turbid Wave Roiling Clouds' An Qinglin was also the only female Martial Saint of the current Eight Extremities World, the number one female expert of the current era.
Although they were strictly neutral and did not easily interfere with foreign affairs, Turbid Wave Pavilion guarded the Lake Region's territory like an iron bucket. It would also be very hard for other clans to easily intervene.
Only the Nine Underworlds Evil Devils with their formless and formless corrosive power could barely penetrate through.
However, with such a major incident occurring in the territory of the Lake Domain, it was impossible for An Qinglin to just sit back and watch.
While they were separated by a great distance of five thousand kilometres, with the speed of a Martial Saint, exiting seclusion at Turbid Wave Pavilion and rushing over here, it wouldn't take too long.
The only thing that Yan Zhaoge was worried about was that since the enemy knew their plans like the back of their hands, they should also have a plan to deal with any subsequent changes.
Whether the Decimating Abyss Organisation had a Martial Saint, or whether they had an expert who, boosted by the power of the Devilish Domain, was something that Yan Zhaoge didn't know.
However, he knew that if the enemy had planned ahead of time, drawing the Flame Devils on the East Sea to make use of the chance to cause trouble, forming a pincer attack from both sides, let alone An Qinglin, even the Lord of Jade Sea City, the Jade Sea Martial Saint Song Wuliang, would probably have to keep a close eye on the East Sea, not having the time to rush over.
"That's why I say that having a traitor is really a headache-inducing thing."
Rubbing his temples, Yan Zhaoge sighed, continuing forward.
Following the line of blood, Yan Zhaoge saw that amidst the black fog before him, a light actually vaguely began to appear.
The further he went, the more piercing the light became, the bloodred everything appearing terrifying and mournful.
As Yan Zhaoge passed through the black fog, the scene before him instantly changed.
Enveloped by a red light, the vast region was completely empty, with only a structure that resembled a tall tower standing in the very centre.
That tall tower was completely golden, yet emitted a bloodred glow. Countless spirit patterns that flickered with black light converged from all directions, concentrating on that tall tower.
The black spirit patterns resembled numerous black chains, tightly entangling the tall tower.
Looking over, Yan Zhaoge discovered that this tall golden tower, rising from the ground, seemed to still be gradually increasing in height.
The ground beneath the tall tower roiled unceasingly, as though it had a life of its own, the soil unceasingly clustered around the tall tower, adding to its height as it rose unceasingly.
At the top of the tall golden tower, streams of red light flickered, vaguely seeming to form a door!
This red door of light was projected onto the ground in front of the tall tower.
What Yan Zhaoge noticed was that the red door of light in the air was currently trembling unceasingly, shuddering, as though it might open at any moment.
And on the ground in front of the tall tower, the projection of the red door of light was also trembling unceasingly.
The crevice between the two doors was distorting unceasingly, causing the ground to also distort intensely.
It was as though something was about to drill out from the ground, ripping a massive deep abyss in the ground.
Yan Zhaoge's expression turned somewhat solemn. The red door of light above the tall tower was the result of a formation, while the projection on the ground was the true Great Nine Underworlds Door that was about to open.
If that crevice really opened, transforming into something that truly existed, the deep abyss down below would not lead to the underground of this Eight Extremities World, nor would it lead to the soil and rocks at the bottom of Clear Concealed Lake.
Instead, it would be that legendary Nine Underworlds!
Just from the appearance of this door, one could tell that it was already about to open.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze flickered as he saw that near that distorted red door of light on the ground, there were shockingly still a few people there.
One of them was precisely the Liu Shengfeng who had previously been defeated by Yan Zhaoge!
At this moment, his pupils were yellow, his gaze emitting a red light. He had clearly already fallen to the dark side.
Beside Liu Shengfeng were two other martial practitioners, similar to Liu Shengfeng in their somewhat psychotic, savage smiles. They were similarly fallen practitioners.
In front of the three of them, there were five people lying paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.
Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept over them. They were actually all people he knew.
Ye Zhongzhou, Ruan Ping, Li Jingwan, Xiao Yu, Zhang Yao. (To be continued.)
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