The shadow which had appeared was the Prival Lord of Heaven himself. Even in the Eternal Scroll Painting, his ranking was quite high.
In the past, it was he who led the human race to fight against the Elent Spirit race face to face. Furthermore, he himself had killed many Moon Fire Slaves throughout his ti.
Although his real body was trapped and only his energy soul was left, it was not a problem for him to use the power left in the Creation Myth Temple to help Zen resist the Moon Fire Slaves.
Whoosh! Vibrations could be felt in the air as the battle started.
“Take this!”
A finger light drew an arc and shot towards the Moon Fire Slave in the front. The Moon Fire Slave collapsed to the ground with a loud thump, which was almost impossible to hear amidst the surrounding din.
Clap! The finger light's force left thunder-like sounds.
The power of the finger light could be considered extrely strong in Stage Seventeen. It was also at the top in Stage Twenty-eight, but it was no longer as terrifying as it was in Stage Seventeen.
However, the Prival Lord of Heaven had experienced many battles. His experience harnessed not only his instincts, but also his skills. The finger light that pierced through the armor of the Moon Fire Slaves accurately pierced into the flas and through their spiritual cores.
“Crack, crack, crack...”
The nine Moon Fire Slaves that surrounded them from all directions froze in place.
After a few seconds, the flas that were emitted from the armor gradually shrank, disappeared, and extinguished.
The Moon Fire Slaves were a kind of fire spirits, and the flas were their forms. Since their spiritual cores were broken and their fla bodies disappeared, the powerful armor on their bodies collapsed and fell to the ground.
The Soul of Light and the several Twilight Mice that had deceived Zen into coming in were all stunned. Their eyes were in a sort of daze and confusion was evident on their faces.
What had just happened was indeed unexpected, for they really looked up to the Moon Fire Slaves. In fact, in their eyes, the Moon Fire Slaves were invincible.
No one in Stage Twenty-eight could resist them. Even the ruler of Stage Twenty-eight couldn't resist the joint attack of several Moon Fire Slaves.
It should have been a piece of cake for the nine Moon Fire Slaves to kill two human beings, who had re physical bodies, in a confined space.
But in a flash, the nine Moon Fire Slaves were killed! Their shock was unmatched. Amongst the crowd were gasps, dropped jaws, and pale faces.
“Kill them! Kill them!” the Soul of Light ordered desperately, once he realized what had just happened.
He had a high status, but after all, he was just a Soul of Light. It was impossible for him to fight against Elvinia and Zen.
Following the man's order, those Twilight Mice all determinedly rushed towards Zen and Elvinia.
Zen's eyes narrowed slightly. He lowered his body and jumped high towards the sky. His feet landed directly on the top of the head of the Twilight Mouse positioned in front.
Boom!
The Twilight Mouse's head was directly crushed.
Zen didn't stop. With a crisp crack of lightning, his fist had already smashed into the head of another Twilight Mouse.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His body flashed a few tis, and the several Twilight Mice had lost their heads.
The Soul of Light's eyes widened as he watched the Twilight Mice being killed one by one by Zen. Then, he realized that he should withdraw from the Other Shore.
Just as he began to recite the Illusion Breaking Rune, he saw a handful of green sand pouring over like rain. The Soul Restraining Sand fell on the surface of his Soul of Light, locking him on the Other Shore. Now, as much as he wanted to leave, he couldn't.
Elvinia clapped her hands to clean up the Soul Restraining Sand between her fingers. A small smile curled on her lips as she asked, “All this makes want to know who will die now, us or you?”
The Soul of Light's desire to survive was very strong. After realizing that he was unable to leave the Other Shore, he turned around and wildly ran towards a passageway in the cave.
After all, he had been trained in the Soul City, so his escape speed was not slow.
If he t another person, he might have been able to escape, but unfortunately, he t Zen.
Crack!
Accompanied by a loud bolt of lightning, Zen suddenly appeared beside him. He stretched out his hand and gently pulled the Soul of Light. He was like a kite with a broken string, weightless, and was easily thrown back by Zen.
“Let, let go...” the man pleaded. His heart was pounding trendously against his chest, and he struggled to catch his breath.
“Besides ambushing us here, does the Elent Spirit race have any other plans?” Zen asked in a firm tone. His eyes were sharp, as if they were to pierce through whatever lies this man might stutter.
“No, no!” the man answered imdiately, afraid that Zen didn't believe him. Fear was reflected in his eyes. Zen tried to look deeper to see if there was malice in his answer. He then added, “Who would have thought that so many Moon Fire Slaves couldn't do anything to you? I thought even one Moon Fire Slave would be enough. What had happened was beyond my imagination.”
“Is this really the northwest corner of the Forbidden Rain City?” Zen asked again. He was still unsure whether to trust this man's answers, but he needed to understand the situation better.
“Yes. You will reach it as long as you go up through this passage. There are so Twilight Mice along the way but with your strength, you can pass through smoothly,” the man said.
Zen glanced at Elvinia, whose eyes flashed with killing intent. Elvinia nodded at him and a small smile ford on her thin and sharp lips.
Before the man could react, Zen's arms slightly curled his head.
Pop!
The Soul of Light was like a fragile bubble, shattering and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
They didn't really care who this person was. Since he was a human, it was most likely that he ca from the Bearing race or the Divine Farr race. As for where the real Doyle was and whether he was killed or not, they could only investigate after they left the Other Shore.
Following the direction given by the Soul of Light, Zen and Elvinia soon saw flat steps. Their every move was done with caution and all their senses were alert. After climbing up a certain distance, they heard so squeaks ahead. Then, bean-sized eyes floated from the darkness on both sides of the steps.
Sure enough, as the man said, there scattered many Twilight Mice in this passageway.
“Those Moon Fire Slaves are all dead below. I wouldn't mind killing the entire Twilight Mouse race as well. If you don't want to die, you can co up,” Zen said coldly. His eyes were sharp and alert and he said those words in all seriousness.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
The Moon Fire Slaves were arranged by the Twilight Mice. The Twilight Mice were shocked when they heard that all nine of the Moon Fire Slaves had been killed.
Even as creatures of Stage Twenty-eight on the Other Shore, they were still not qualified to participate in a battle of this level. Moreover, the Elent Spirit race did not give an order to let them attack Zen and Elvinia.
Squeaks echoed and soon, the eyes glowing in the darkness disappeared one by one.
After the Twilight Mice left, Zen continued to walk up with Elvinia. After they ca out from a square well, they saw neatly arranged star rings.
“The Soul of Light didn't lie to us,” Zen said, nodding his head slightly as he sized up the star rings.
In the Lust World, there were many star rings on each stage. Almost every ruling civilization had a star ring.
However, many civilizations were still not able to reach a high stage. Now that it was Stage Twenty-eight, the number of star rings had decreased significantly. There were only more than 100 star rings in front of them, which ant that only more than 100 ruling civilizations had once co here.
After finding the human race's star ring, Zen imdiately threw himself into it. Elvinia imdiately followed, imitating Zen's posture. Then, the two of them turned into two white lights and flew into the sky.
Stage Twenty-eight was under the rule of the Elent Spirit race. If they knew that the Moon Fire Slaves had been killed, they would probably turn to the stage ruler. If that happened, there might be another fierce battle. Thus, the earlier they left, the better.
In what seed to be an instant, two beams of straight white light shuttled all the way and finally arrived at Stage Twenty-nine, where the Soul City was located.
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