Published: February 25, 2025
Jiang Yangcheng also screamed in terror, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Just as he and Bai Jianfeng had escaped from the black mist, they stood swaying in the void. Then, the two, still in shock, could no longer hold on and fell into the emptiness!
"Jianfeng, Yangcheng!" The holy spirit chief of the Sacred Sect, Dongfang Shangzhi, anxiously flew down into the air to check on the injuries of the two.
At this moment, Dantai Xuanzhong led the elders and disciples to the barren wasteland outside the black mist where not a blade of grass grew.
Dantai Xuanzhong looked at Tan Yun, Tuoba Yingying, Duan Feixiong, Huang Chang Gong, and Ding Yudie, and said solemnly, "The black mist transformed from the power of death can ignore all of your defensive magic treasures and directly attack your bodies."
"For tens of thousands of years, whether it was the core disciples of our sect, or past sovereigns excluding the ancestor master, including this sovereign, no one has ever approached the Divine Sword and escaped."
"Of course, based on the conclusions of tens of thousands of years, this sovereign has determined that no matter how high your realm is, you cannot pass through the hundred miles of death power to reach the area beneath the Divine Sword."
"Only by obtaining the recognition of the Divine Sword can you perhaps enter. Of course, this is just this sovereign's conjecture."
"Opportunities and risks coexist, whether to advance or retreat is up to you to decide."
After Dantai Xuanzhong finished speaking, he said no more.
The Beast Spirit chief, Duan Cangqiong, looked at Duan Feixiong and encouraged him, "Nephew, there is only one opportunity; if you miss it, there will be no second chance. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Uncle!" Duan Feixiong's strong physique shook, and without hesitation, he charged into the black mist.
Duan Feixiong's words held much truth; after all, there was only one chance. As a practitioner, if one were to shrink back in the face of such matters, it would be difficult to achieve great success!
Just as hundreds of thousands of disciples from the Beast Spirit Lineage admired Duan Feixiong's courage, a pig-like wail came from within the black mist, "Ah!"
Immediately after, Duan Feixiong's chest caved in, blood spurting from his ears and nose, as he was blasted out of the black mist like a dead pig!
"Nephew!" Duan Cangqiong caught Duan Feixiong in mid-air, looking at his nephew who was rolling his eyes, gasping for breath, and feeling immense pain in his heart.
At this time, Huang Chang Gong and Ding Yudie appeared indecisive.
However, the two thought that if they obtained the recognition of the Divine Sword, they could become the young sovereign. Faced with such great temptation, as long as they did not die, no matter how serious their injuries were, they had to give it a try!
With gritted teeth, the two transformed into two afterimages and shot rapidly into the black mist, disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Ah!"
Before long, with a piercing scream, Ding Yudie stumbled out, blood streaming from all seven orifices, covered in wounds, swaying unsteadily, breathing rapidly, and still in shock.
In her tear-filled eyes, fear was etched deeply. If she hadn't escaped quickly, she would have been shredded by the storm of death power!
"Ding girl, where is my disciple Chang Gong?" At this moment, the five soul chief Wei Yan floated beside Ding Yudie, his tone urgent, his gaze filled with expectation.
Due to the black mist blocking spiritual sense, he couldn't see what was happening inside. Moreover, since Huang Chang Gong had not made any sounds after entering, he was filled with anticipation.
"Senior, I and Brother Huang entered the black mist together for ten miles, and we encountered the storm of death power. I couldn't resist, so I escaped, while Brother Huang entered..."
Before Ding Yudie could finish, Wei Yan excitedly rubbed his hands, "Quickly tell this chief, was my disciple unharmed when he went in?"
"Yes." Ding Yudie replied truthfully.