Han Jin's appearance had long been known to the Abyss warriors. The long-horned demons immediately felt a chill down their spines and were at a loss of what to do. Facing Han Jin, there was no point in fighting or running away. They could only stare blankly at Han Jin.
Han Jin gently flicked the long sword in his hand, and the crystal coffin lid suddenly flew up into the air, revealing the bloody flesh inside. Han Jin raised his palm and pressed it down. Boom! Under the impact of his powerful divine mind, the pile of flesh flew up like fireworks, and countless small cracks appeared on the coffin walls. The long-horned demons could no longer lift the coffin, and the crystal coffin fell heavily to the ground.
Han Jin's fingertips probed into the fireworks, and a bright and full magical crystal appeared in his palm. He looked at it carefully and kept it in his spatial ring.
Of course, he would not forget the legacy of the Abyss demon. The problem was that Anqielle's existence made him a little apprehensive. Anqielle was a member of the dragon clan, so she definitely had a magical crystal in her body. If he were to search for the magical crystal in front of Anqielle, wouldn't Anqielle feel sorry for him?
As an intelligent life, most of them had their own pride and dignity. Would Anqielle tolerate such a thing happening in front of her?
In order to defeat Donald, the three of them maintained a delicate balance, and Han Jin did not want to destroy it. Moreover, according to his plan, it would not be too late to retrieve the magical crystal later. There was no need to risk angering Anqielle. Under certain circumstances, a curve was often easier to achieve than a straight line.
The long-horned demons finally understood the purpose of Han Jin's visit, but no one dared to stand out and stop him. They continued to stare blankly at Han Jin.
The four crystal coffins were opened by Han Jin, and the four space top-grade magic crystals fell into Han Jin's hands one after another. A satisfied smile appeared on Han Jin's face as he turned around and strode toward the Gates of Hell.
Seeing that Han Jin did not care about them at all, the long-horned demons did not know whether to laugh or cry. The danger was leaving little by little, and they appeared to be more careful, afraid that they would make any noise and attract Han Jin's attention. They even held their breaths involuntarily.
The next moment, Han Jin disappeared into the Gates of Hell again. The long-horned demons took a deep breath in unison, and a few of them could not stand still and fell to the ground. As the saying went, the wicked would always be met with the wicked. From their names, one could tell how vicious and cruel they would be when facing weak life. But in front of Han Jin, they were as obedient as lambs.
On the other side of the Gates of Hell, Han Jin was in a daze for a short while, and his eyes took in everything around him. Just four to five meters in front of Han Jin, there were two Abyssal Demons who were also in a daze. They were in charge of guarding the Cursed Hill, and they did not expect a human to suddenly appear.
Generally speaking, the job of guarding the Cursed Hill was very tedious and dull. There had never been a desperado among the abyssal races that dared to act wildly in the Cursed Hill. And the Cursed Hill was located in the Demon Mountain, and several thousand meters behind it was the Abyssal World's Holy Land, the Demon Palace. Rather than saying that they were guarding this place, it would be better to say that they were keeping up appearances. To put it more bluntly, those two Abyssal Demons were the doormen outside the hotel.
Just a moment ago, it was said that powerhouses from the surface had already broken into the Gates of Hell. In just a dozen breaths of time, the Demon Palace's Abyssal Demons swarmed out and surrounded the Cursed Hill, waiting for the powerhouses from the surface to appear. But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement at all. Then, Donald appeared. It turned out that the powerhouses from the surface did not dare to break into the final checkpoint and turned to escape towards the Lava Mountain. Donald returned to the Demon Palace and gathered the Abyssal Demons to discuss countermeasures, and the Cursed Hill became peaceful once more.
Nicholas had gambled correctly this time. Donald did not dare to perish together with him! Without Nicholas, the Grand Light Empire would definitely not be able to resist Donald's attack. And without Donald, the Demon Palace would also be reduced to ruins by the sudden attack of the 'three heads of the surface'.
And Han Jin's timing was just right. He couldn't be too early, as the Abyssal Demons had yet to leave the Cursed Hill. But he couldn't be too late either. After Donald finished his arrangements, every region near the Demon Mountain would be on high alert. While Donald was deploying his troops, the Demon Mountain's defenses would be at their most lax. Of course, Han Jin was unable to guess Donald's thoughts. He dared to come in completely relying on the False Earth Corpse Technique. At worst, he would just have to destroy one of his talismans and immediately flee. He would hide in a safe place and once again use the False Earth Corpse Technique before coming out to cause trouble.
The two Abyssal Demons reacted at the same time. Their sickles emitting cold light, one on the left and one on the right, slashed towards Han Jin's shoulders. Then, a mournful howl tore through the black fog lingering in the sky and spread into the distance.
Han Jin's figure moved to the side, and saber light blossomed with a loud bang. Because of his position and angle, the Abyssal Demon on the right side of Han Jin was the first to be attacked. He made the first move, and when his sickle was still a few feet away from Han Jin's shoulder, Han Jin's saber light had already arrived first, sweeping across his sickle.
The seemingly incomparably tough sickle was quietly cut in half like a piece of paper. Han Jin's long saber continued to roll forward, cutting into the Abyssal Demon's ear and slashing through his eyebrows.
The Abyssal Demon's head had already been split open, and the upper half of his head was sent flying into the sky like a pot lid. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Abyssal Demon's eyes instantly became misty, and his body softly fell to the ground.
The remaining Abyssal Demon experienced the speed of Han Jin's attack. He didn't even wait for his sickle to fall and had already used Instant Transmission, appearing in the distance. However, he didn't run away, and only stared at Han Jin with frightened and uneasy eyes.
Han Jin gently raised his long saber, and with a puff, the tip of the saber pierced through the tumbling 'pot lid'. Then, Han Jin's arm shook, and the 'pot lid' suddenly exploded. Han Jin reached out and grabbed the magic crystal that was still dripping with blood. He didn't have time to wipe it off, and directly put it into his spatial ring. Then, he looked around.
The so-called Demon Mountain was not a mountain in the traditional sense. Instead, it was a giant stone pillar that was hundreds of meters in diameter and even more than a thousand meters in diameter. It connected the high dome above and the soil below. The entire world was like a giant stalactite cave. In the deepest place where the giant stone pillars were densest, there was a palace-shaped building that was flickering with red light.
Han Jin had seen many landforms of the Abyss, but he had never seen such a tall dome of heaven. He roughly estimated that it was several thousand meters tall. The vast world should have given him a sense of relaxation, but those countless stone pillars made him feel particularly oppressed. Although that palace-shaped building was lofty and majestic, it seemed insignificant compared to the surrounding world. But for some reason, Han Jin knew that the Abyssal Palace was the center of this world.
The soil under his feet was wriggling slightly. If Han Jin flew into the sky at this moment, he would find that the wriggling soil was actually composed of thousands of vivid faces. These faces seemed to be alive and were aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then completely disappearing. However, as soon as one face disappeared, another completely different face would appear. They kept disappearing and reappearing, and were constantly twisting. Some of the faces were even desperately opening their mouths as if they were howling silently.
Han Jin seemed to be attracted by the different scenery around him and completely forgot about himself. He simply didn't notice that the earth below his feet had already turned black and was slowly wrapping around his boots.
The Abyssal Demon revealed a hideous smile. He held the scythe tightly with both hands and walked toward Han Jin step by step.
The elite demon warriors who accompanied Donald on the expedition certainly knew how powerful Han Jin was, but for a 'doorman', his knowledge was too limited. Compared to the other companions, he was too young. He even forgot the fear just now and wanted to take the credit alone before his companions arrived.
The black earth had already wrapped around Han Jin's knees, and his calves and feet had become thick and thick. In fact, the magic array left by the Death God Hamas hadn't been activated yet. Absorbing the aura of life was just an instinct of the Cursed Hill.
Han Jin sighed softly, took out a magic scroll from the space ring, and threw it out.
The magic scroll floated more than ten meters away and suddenly lit up. It instantly turned into a golden ball of light that was about seven or eight meters in radius. It was as if a sun had suddenly appeared in this world. Thousands of rays of light shot out in all directions like sharp arrows. Those were not ordinary rays of light, but a torrent of light that was much thinner than a cow's hair. They mercilessly lashed the ground, the giant stone pillars, and the Abyssal Demon.
It was a forbidden light spell, God's Revelation!
The Abyssal Demon howled and threw away the scythe. He covered his eyes with both hands. Streams of blood had already seeped through the gaps between his fingers and flowed down the back of his hands.
The thousands upon thousands of lifelike faces on the cursed hill were also attacked. The shattering of each face caused the soil to writhe furiously. With thousands upon thousands of faces shattering at the same time, the entire ground started to tremble crazily, as if there was a super powerful earthquake.
Countless silhouettes shot out from the Demon Palace, constantly flickering as they rapidly approached the Cursed Hill. The Abyssal Demons had extremely strong mobility. They only needed a few breaths of time to arrive and surround the Cursed Hill.
At this time, Han Jin had already put the sixth top quality spatial magic crystal he had obtained today into his space ring. He then formed a hand seal, and a Shrinking Spell appeared in the distance.
The Abyssal Demons moved quickly, but Han Jin wasn't slow either. The two sides quickly rushed out of the range of the Demon Mountain. Han Jin glanced behind him, and his figure suddenly shrank, soon disappearing without a trace.
In just two or three breaths of time, several hundred Abyssal Demons had already surrounded the place Han Jin had disappeared. Donald slowly walked to the front and stared at the earth under his feet. After a long time, he softly sighed.
If Zagunéd was still alive and Donald asked him about his feelings towards Han Jin, he would have definitely bluntly told Donald that it was a nightmare! Han Jin could not only teleport, but he could also use Mother Earth's protection to disappear without a trace. In other words, if he wanted to kill Han Jin, he would have to kill him in an instant. But killing a Demigod was easier said than done. Moreover, killing him once wasn't enough, he had to kill him twice.
At this time, it was Donald's turn to experience the taste of a nightmare.
While Donald was sighing, Han Jin had already walked out of a mountain wall, holding his long blade and sizing up the scenery in front of him with interest.
What kind of consequences would a traitor cause?
A disaster! This would definitely be a disastrous disaster!!
What if it was a traitor on the level of Leonardo?
At best, it could cause the collapse of an organization or a group of forces. At worst, it could decide the direction of a battle, or even the fate of a country or several countries!
In order to win Han Jin's trust, Leonardo had racked his brains. Ever since Han Jin gave him the task, he had spent all the time and energy he could squeeze out to recall. Two-thirds of the things he gave Han Jin were the information he brought with him when he decided to escape, and the other one-third were what he wrote and recalled in those days.
Moreover, as the highest leader of the Purple Flower of Hell, he had a wealth of professional knowledge and accomplishments. In order to prevent himself from missing anything, he even began to recall everything step by step from the moment he gained Donald's trust, and no matter how big or small, he memorized everything. Leonardo knew that things that he didn't think were necessary could be of great help to Han Jin.
Leonardo also made comments on the things he made. If he thought they were very important, he would write three stars in front. If it was important, he would write two stars in front. If it wasn't important, he would write one star in front. Leonardo's goal was to make it easier for Han Jin to browse through the information according to the time he had.
The Demon Mountain and the Demon Palace were mysterious existences to all the powerful beings on the surface. Even if they entered the Demon Mountain, they might not know where they were. But to Han Jin, he knew everything like the back of his hand.
If the heavens want to destroy, they must first make them crazy! With Donald's experience and knowledge, what could make him go crazy? The answer was in Han Jin's eyes.
In front of him was a neat training ground. There were about forty little demons holding metal scythes, charging and slashing at the targets in front of them. Abyssal demons at this age didn't have magic crystals in their bodies yet. If they recklessly used teleportation, it would be very detrimental to their development. Therefore, their training method was similar to that of the swordsmen on the surface.
Although the demons were young, they had a certain amount of strength and momentum. Especially when they charged forward with large strides, their thick and hard tails drew deep grooves on the ground. Occasionally, they would hit a rock, and sparks would fly from the impact.
On the other side of the training ground, there were a dozen little demons laughing and watching the fun. Compared to their companions who were training, they lacked a thick tail.
When demons reached adulthood, their tails would fall off. Then, they would go to the Demon Pond to listen to the teachings of the God of Death, Hammas. After being tempered in the Demon Pond and being polished day after day and year after year, they worked hard to make scythes with their tailbones. The scythes in the hands of every abyssal demon were made by themselves, and they were connected to their minds. When they had a satisfactory scythe, they would leave the Demon Pond. At that time, they would become true abyssal demons. Among them, demons who could communicate with the God of Death, Hammas, would be specially trained by their clansmen.
Unlike the Titans, the female abyssal demons were much more fragile. Their tailbones stopped growing when they were young, and the horns on their foreheads were very short. However, they were much more beautiful than the male demons. Although they were not very beautiful, at least they were not ugly.
The little demons sitting on the other side of the training ground were the first to see Han Jin. They began to chatter noisily. The female demon who was in charge of looking after the children noticed that something was wrong and immediately turned around. When she saw Han Jin, she could not help but be stunned.
The little demons who were training also immediately changed their target and stood beside and behind their teacher with their scythes. It was said that newborn calves were not afraid of tigers. This saying was very true. Not only were there no signs of fear in their eyes, but on the contrary, they gave people a feeling that they were up to no good.
"Your Excellency is …" The female demon stepped forward and blocked the little demons behind her. She kept waving her hands behind her back, as if telling the little demons to leave immediately. Unfortunately, the little demons who thought that they were about to enter a real battle disobeyed her orders and continued to stare at Han Jin.
"Honorable lady, my name is Raphael." Han Jin slightly bowed. He had learned this from Hallister. He noticed that the female demon was wearing an extremely luxurious headband that covered her short legs. The headband was inlaid with colorful treasures. It seemed that the female demon's status was not low.
The female demon was stunned again. In just a few seconds, bean-sized beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Obviously, she knew about Han Jin's background.
Han Jin raised his head and looked around. This training ground was on the east side of the Demon Palace and was covered by a layer of darkness. He had already been here for a while, but the Demon Palace did not react at all. The long period of peace had greatly reduced the alertness of the demons.
In fact, everyone had a hidden laziness in their hearts. After Jeddis entered the Holy Crown City, he did not rush to set up a magic array in the Holy Church. It was not until the dragons attacked the Holy Church that he made setting up a magic array his top priority.
Perhaps, only by suffering losses could one learn a lesson. In other words, humans were slowly improving while suffering losses.
"They … they are still a group of children." The female demon said bitterly. Han Jin had already appeared here. Did they still need to think about what was going to happen?!
"I know." Han Jin smiled and turned his gaze back to the female demon. "If this place was the surface world, and a woman stood in front of Donald and told him that she only wanted to protect a group of children, what would Donald do? Haha … I come from the Freedom Federation. There are many cities there, and everyone was killed. However, not a single corpse could be found. That's because the Hellhounds won't even spare the bones. I admit that these children look very cute, but if I don't do anything, how can I face the victims? "
Before the female demon could speak, a little demon who seemed to be the leader let out a sharp roar. "You dare to call His Majesty by his name?! Bastard!! I will cut off your leg and stuff it in your mouth. Let's see if you still dare to be presumptuous! "
Han Jin lowered his head and looked at his leg seriously. Then he shook his head. "I was wrong … you are not cute at all!" (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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