"Five Elents Manifestation, Ten Directions Gang Evil."
Zhong Lin stepped forward, and the Ten Directions Gang Evil appeared above his head, scattering thousands of rainbow lights, imdiately blocking the terrifying heat from outside, or to be precise, absorbing it.
The fire elent in the ninety-ninth layer Secret Realm was very dense, and Zhong Lin could clearly feel strands of fire elent flow from the void into the Ten Directions Gang Evil, strengthening its power.
Splash!
Zhong Lin looked up and saw a Fire Spirit, nearly ten thousand feet tall, standing upon the earth. Its body towered mightily, emanating an overwhelmingly powerful aura. In front of this Fire Spirit, Zhong Lin seed as small as an ant, akin to a common man who could lift a rock, while the Fire Spirit could lift a mountain.
Rather than calling it a Fire Spirit, it might as well be called a "Fla Demon."
This Fla Demon had already surpassed the realm of Fire Spirits, condensing a true body. Its entire body was very pale, near white, with veins and ridians exposed like struggling flood dragons, each finger nail resembling a mountain peak.
Regarding its two black horns atop its head, when spread out they reached seven to eight hundred feet, spanning the void, trembling slightly.
Zhong Lin could sense that this Fla Demon didn’t have a genuine physical body; apart from the two black horns, the rest of its body was composed entirely of densely concentrated fire elents.
The Fla Demon burned with fierce flas, which appeared not hot but instead had a very cold sensation.
However, Zhong Lin understood that high-temperature flas dissipate energy, while the cold, pale flas around the Fla Demon signify extre energy containnt.
These flas seed not hot, but upon close contact, anything would be reduced to ashes.
Zhong Lin observed the Fla Demon grimly, feeling its strength far surpassing that of Nirvana Realm Martial Artists.
"Sealing King level strength, Wuhuang is ruthless indeed! Placing such a Fla Demon at the final gate—does he not want anyone to inherit his legacy?"
Zhong Lin’s face turned unsightly, never imagining Wuhuang would place a Fla Demon of Sealing King Expert level at the final gate, a strength even the Heir of Destiny, Gu Chen, couldn’t overco.
"Roar!"
The Fla Demon roared, swinging its massive body, its arm as thick as an earthly pillar, crashing down toward Zhong Lin.
The explosive airflow whipped Zhong Lin’s clothes, bringing heat akin to a scorching sun crashing down.
The void shook violently, countless chaotic streams in the void fracturing.
Zhong Lin coldly watched the terrifying fist, his body lightly quaked, an imnse Spiritual Origin surged from him like a blazing sun, vibrating with a vast Fist Intent, and the Fist Seal exploded forth.
Bang!
The vast sky cracked at this mont, shattering the space of the entire Secret Realm, causing chaotic streams in the void to erupt.
"Roar!"
Another roar sounded, filled with fury, massive crimson fire elents burst, like mountains and seas, staining the sky red.
"What’s all the shouting? Think I can’t handle you?"
With a thought, the Form and Spirit Sect erged from his brow, silently expanding to beco a towering, heavenly gate.
Ten beast heads clamped onto the gate, each fiercely grim, exuding a vague ancient aura.
Confronted with the Fla Demon of Sealing King expert strength, he directly used his strongest ans, the Heavenly Destiny Imperial Artifact Form and Spirit Sect.
In monts, the Form and Spirit Sect grew to the size of a mountain, and simultaneously, a vast beam of light shot out from within the gate.
This light seed birthed for absolute destruction.
In an instant, all the light in the world was eclipsed, leaving everything white as snow.
All creation was silent, the world lost its voice.
The next instant, with the beam’s ergence, a deafening artillery sound erupted, like the explosion of stars.
Rumble!
This loud bang surpassed any sound Zhong Lin had ever heard, instantly shaking the entire ninety-ninth layer Secret Realm.
The earth trembled, the void shook, countless beasts collapsed, the environnt shattered.
Even Zhong Lin couldn’t help but montarily lose focus.
And this was rely the sound, the force, leaving no doubt of the beam’s colossal power.
Bang!
The beam hit the Fla Demon’s body directly, creating rippling waves that exploded like a towering tidal wave, engulfing all directions.
A hundred miles of space was sharply divided into two stark halves.
The void crumbled, earth cracked, four seas boiled, sky tilted, space shattered, chaos void.
For a mont, everything in the world seed nonexistent; the vast desert between them fractured into countless giant rifts.
The towering Fla Demon collapsed suddenly, dissolving into countless streams of fire, like nurous intersecting missiles in the sky.
It shattered into dust-like fragnts within those spreading wave-like ripples.
Zhong Lin trembled as he retracted the Form and Spirit Sect, his face showing deep agony.
The "Primordial Qi Cannon" unleashed by the Form and Spirit Sect was indeed unimaginably powerful, causing the Sealing King level Fla Demon to perish instantly. It’s possible the Fla Demon only possessed the strength of a Sealing King Expert without the respective Domain, but this strike depleted nearly ten percent of the Sect’s internal Primordial Vein reserve.
"Such a loss."
Zhong Lin’s heart bled, especially seeing the Primordial Vein inside the Form and Spirit Sect diminish.
While the "Primordial Qi Cannon" was unquestionably strong, few could afford its cost; a typical Sealing King expert might go bankrupt using it, even with Zhong Lin’s entire Primordial Vein it couldn’t be executed many tis.
Nonetheless, the effect was remarkable.
Zhong Lin looked at the portal to the next layer that appeared before him, adjusted his posture, and, suppressing inner excitent, stepped in.
The hundredth layer.
As the space transford, Zhong Lin’s figure appeared within a grand hall.
The hall wasn’t as large as imagined, relatively narrow, catching his attention with a high throne.
Buzz!
As countless light shadows enveloped him, Zhong Lin’s vision flickered, and under an encompassing thought, a figure in high crown and unusual attire, face hazy, appeared before him.
"Wuhuang?"
Zhong Lin focused slightly, a bit startled.
His gaze flickered, thoughts trembled, speculating the figure’s identity.
Being within the Wuhuang Holy Tower, it couldn’t be anyone other than the already fallen Wuhuang.
Simultaneously, he gained renewed understanding of Imperial Realm experts.
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