"Lowly trash, do you think you can defeat me like this? You're still far from it! " The roar of the God of the Underworld, Stia, reverberated throughout the Sulfur Plains. Waves of pressure spread out in all directions, and countless rocks were swept up into the air. Near the God of the Underworld, a few rocks that were as tall as a person were uprooted and rolled past Han Jin's feet with a heavy rumbling sound.
"Lowly?" Han Jin smiled, but he wasn't in the mood to argue. His Immortal Golden Body was feeling more and more pressure, and this pressure didn't come from the God of Underworld Stia. Among all the powerhouses present, only Han Jin knew what it was.
"The laws are about to be replaced! From now on, I, the God of the Underworld, will become the only ruler of this plane! " The God of the Underworld slowly raised his two huge arms, and his hands seemed to have already touched the ground. "I have to admit that you already have the power of a god. If time could be turned back to the era of the gods, you would have the right to carve your name on the Mountain of Faith and occupy your own realm, but … it's a pity that this place already belongs to me."
The sky above the God of the Underworld seemed to have been corroded, and a huge hole appeared. Following that, an image appeared in the hole. If Sunier was here, she would definitely recognize it immediately. It was the entrance to the illusion of the temple!
A Lich slowly walked out under the protection of dozens of terrifying Knight. In his hands was a tray with a necklace, and in the middle of the necklace was a small skull.
The God of the Underworld, Stia, had always been suppressed by Han Jin, but he suddenly dared to speak so arrogantly. It was obvious that his confidence came from that image.
"Don't take it too hard, Stia." Han Jin said indifferently. "Tens of thousands of years have already passed, and the gods who have grasped the true essence of power will not stay in the same place forever. As far as I know, the God of Death, Hammas, is countless times more powerful than you. Even if you really occupy this plane, you will only be a pitiful worm living in fear all day long. Am I right? Stia, you've fallen too far behind … "
Han Jin had always doubted the true power of the gods. Even the projection of the God of Death, Hammas, could produce such a strong fluctuation. He had no doubt that if the God of Death really came, he could easily destroy the whole world with a wave of his hand. This contradicted the legends! The so-called Era of Gods referred to the chaotic era where fierce conflicts constantly broke out between the gods. Moreover, many gods had fallen in the wars. According to the calculations of Death God Hammas, the continent should have been destroyed countless times, and not even dregs would be left. When the gods were still alive, they might have some misgivings, but at the moment of death, who would care so much?
The evaluation of Han Jin by the God of Death, Stia, could be regarded as a wake-up call. In other words, the Era of Gods was the era where the self-cultivators fought for supremacy. Of course, at that time, the gods were much more powerful than the self-cultivators in the general sense. When the flames of war died down, the surviving gods received the power of their companions, which made them even more powerful, enough to open up new worlds and new planes.
In other words, they were similar to Han Jin at the moment, grasping the final essence. As for those powerful artifacts and the heaven hidden behind the Gate of Heaven, they were nothing special. Han Jin was confident that as long as he could get through this hurdle, he could make powerful artifacts of equal power. He could also turn his mustard seed space into another heaven in a short time.
Between immortals and mortals, there was an unimaginable qualitative gap. Even if he killed the God of Death, Stia, he was still a mortal. No matter what he could do or what kind of opponent he could defeat, it was meaningless. Only by getting through the final tempering could he become an immortal.
Han Jin also knew that he had to face this gap head-on. It was like a suckling baby racing with an adult. As time passed, the baby gradually learned to crawl, walk, and then trot. Although his speed was constantly approaching that of the adult, it was difficult to shorten the distance that had been opened up because he could never surpass his opponent. When the baby finally learned to run one day, the adult might have already begun to fly.
In fact, Han Jin's words to Stia had no malice, because the two of them were standing on the same starting line. It was just that Han Jin was a latecomer, while Stia was bent on restoring his former glory and even wanted to take revenge. They could be regarded as fellow sufferers sympathizing with each other. However, the pity in Han Jin's words was something that Stia could not accept.
"Pitiful worm? You'd better pity yourself! " Stia roared, and then his voice suddenly lowered, uttering a series of strange ravings.
The Lich holding the tray paused. He held the tray in front of him with one hand, then stretched out his other hand, and with his snow-white bony fingertips, reached into the mouth of the skull necklace, and pulled out something.
"Stop!!" A heavy, cold, and oppressive voice suddenly sounded. Not only the Lich, but also the God of the Underworld, Styah, and Han Jin, who were both in the Abyss World, were dumbfounded.
The tray in the Lich's hand fell down, but at this time, his bony fingertips had already pulled out a shiny thing from the mouth of the skull necklace.
Holy crystal! Han Jin was shocked. That skull necklace obviously belonged to the God of Death, Stia. How could there be a Holy crystal hidden in it?
A white light poured down from the Lich's head. Due to the angle, Stia and Han Jin couldn't see what was happening. They could only see a thick fog of light engulfing the Lich in the blink of an eye.
"Archangel Alpha? It's too late … It's too late … "Stia laughed wildly, for he had enough reason to lose his composure. For many years, the God of the Underworld, Stia, had not dared to appear on the surface. Otherwise, he would have alarmed the Archangel Alpha. He also did not dare to appear in the Abyss World. If he was targeted by the minions of the God of Death, his end would be miserable. Until today, he could finally be completely free!
"Heaven's will …" Han Jin breathed a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, an indescribable feeling arose in the hearts of the two powerhouses.
Anqielle stared blankly at the image in the sky, and suddenly a voice rang in her ears, "Leave this place immediately, and take Doreen with you!"
Anqielle was stunned, and she immediately turned to Doreen's position. She found that Doreen had been tied up by a black rope and was struggling non-stop.
Without hesitation, Anqielle rushed to Doreen and grabbed her neck as if she was holding a wooden stick. Undead creatures didn't need to breathe anyway, so she didn't have to worry.
The God of the Underworld, Stia, was still laughing maniacally. He didn't care that Anqielle had taken away his divine servant. The entire plane belonged to him now. No matter where Anqielle fled to, she would never be able to escape from his grasp!
At this moment, the image above Stia's head changed again. A thick cloud of black smoke quietly rose, and the light emitted by Archangel Alpha quickly faded away. A world of black and white appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Against the backdrop of darkness, Alpha's figure was exceptionally clear. The pairs of wings of light seemed endless, and even extended beyond the horizon. He wasn't very tall, but perhaps to Alpha who had mastered the laws of nature, size no longer mattered. He held a two-meter-long greatsword condensed from light in his hand. Because the dazzling light had been absorbed by the black smoke, everyone could clearly see the countless runes engraved on the greatsword.
In terms of appearance, Archangel Alpha was almost identical to the angels of light. His body was made of solidified light, and he didn't have a face, only a silhouette. The only difference was that he had more and longer wings of light. However, the pressure he exuded was so substantial that it was transmitted to the Abyss through the image released by Stia.
As for the Lich and the dozens of terrifying Knight, they all disappeared. Without any external force, the skull necklace that had fallen off the ground suddenly floated up on its own and flew into the sky at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, Archangel Alpha's figure moved at lightning speed and chased after it.
No one could compare with Alpha's speed, not even Catherine who could travel a thousand meters in a breath. In just a moment, Alpha had left the range of the image of Stia.
Some of the people on the ground saw a shocking scene. First, a mass of black light flew through the sky, and after the black light, the world gradually became pitch-black. People could no longer see the sky, the earth, or each other, or even themselves. The birds held onto the branches in fear and trembled, while the beasts, regardless of whether they were eating grass or meat, were all lying motionlessly on the ground, using their fear to sense the suddenly unfamiliar world.
Cities and villages were swallowed by the darkness one after another. Cries, cries for help, and curses were mixed together, forming a prelude to collapse.
Even the fish that lived freely in the rivers and rivers couldn't bear this sudden change. Some jumped desperately into the air, then fell, and then jumped up again, as if they could see again if they tried harder. Some rushed around in the water, even if they hit the rocks and bled, they still didn't care.
In the next moment, people could see again. An angel with huge wings of light shot out. The endless darkness could almost devour everything, but it couldn't devour the light of Archangel Alpha. Therefore, people couldn't even see themselves, but they could see Alpha's figure drifting by like a comet.
"You are so lucky, you know? You will be the only witness. "Stia became more and more emotional, and then began to chant an ancient spell.
Han Jin didn't move, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, waiting silently.
Everyone thought that they would be the final winner, but the problem was that there could only be one winner.
Stia spread out his hands, and the space in front of him suddenly split. To be precise, it split into thirteen fragments. Those fragments seemed to be extremely flexible. They sometimes rolled into a ball, sometimes twisted into a strip. Those fragments also seemed to be extremely sharp. They cut through the hard dome of the earth without any hindrance and flew straight up.
When one of the fragments flew past Han Jin, it suddenly engulfed Han Jin and the Indestructible Golden Body and imprinted them deeply. If the fragment was a painting, then Han Jin had become a character in the painting.
Layer after layer of the dome of the earth was pierced through like tofu. In just a few seconds, the fragments of the space had flown to the surface of the earth, and then, in a roar that shook the world, they gathered together.
"Welcome to my divine realm." The voice of the God of the Underworld, Stia, became even more excited. "Although you can destroy my Forsaken Land, you can't destroy my Origin. When my Origin gathers together, when my mark finds me, the law will begin to reverse!"
Han Jin's figure appeared between heaven and earth. Although his body was distorted badly just now, in fact, he was not hurt. Every fragment of the space was an abandoned land, and the world inside it was very big.
However, the Abandoned Land that had been fused together had undergone tremendous changes. There was no sky here, nor were there piles of bones. There were only tens of thousands of wraith that were struggling and roaring. They were like an all-pervasive tide that covered every corner of the land.
Countless resentful spirits pounced on the Indestructible Golden Body and tore it apart crazily. However, their power was still relatively weak, and they couldn't affect the Indestructible Golden Body at all.
The skull necklace suddenly fell from the sky and flew straight toward the Nether God Stia. In the next moment, the figure of the Archangel Alpha also penetrated this world of wraiths. The moment he appeared, he locked onto the figure of the Nether God Stia. Then, he waved his lightsaber, and a huge beam of light tore through the obstruction of thousands of wraiths and hit the Nether God Stia.
Han Jin raised his eyebrows slightly. He knew that the Archangel Alpha was a pure combat angel, but he didn't expect Alpha's attack to be so fast! The huge beam of light seemed to have exceeded his line of sight. The moment he saw Alpha raise his hand, Stia had been blasted away.
"It's useless, Alpha. Although you control the power of the law, you are just a puppet." The voice of the God of the Underworld, Stia, spread out from every piece of mist and condensed into a chorus with echoes. "And I, am one of the creators of the law …"
In the next moment, the scattered mist gathered together again. The Archangel Alpha didn't seem to be good at expressing his feelings, or he was too lazy to speak. He raised his hand and waved his light sword again.
Every time Alpha released his sword, a destructive storm would roll up in Stia's divine realm, and even the divine realm was stirred up beyond recognition. However, his attack didn't seem to be able to hurt Stia. It was like a person waving a sword at the air. No matter how hard he tried, the air would eventually merge back together.
After a few breaths, Alpha stopped attacking, and Stia, who had reformed, let out a strange laugh. "Figured it out?"
"Sigh … It's not good to be ignored." Han Jin suddenly interjected, pointing at the tip of his nose with his finger. "Here … Look here!" (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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