"You broke through?"
Zhang Tianjian's eyes widened suddenly.
He immediately used his divine soul to check, and sure enough, the spiritual sea that nurtured his divine soul was at least several times larger than before, and the spiritual energy flowing within it was much more abundant than before.
"In other words, I am now a mid-stage Saint King..."
He couldn't contain his elation; his mouth was practically stretched to his ears.
But as he laughed, he suddenly realized something was wrong. Each of them looked uglier than the last, and his joyful expression made him look like an oddity.
Suddenly, he sensed something was wrong. He suddenly realized something, and his expression changed slightly. Zhou Mu's words, which sounded like his last words, seemed to still be echoing in his ears.
"Is Zhou Mu...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the sorrowful expressions on everyone's faces spoke volumes, and then their breath caught in their throats.
A moment of confusion crossed her face, but when she regained her composure, her gaze fell on Lu Shan.
The latter's current frenzied expression indicates that his emotions are very unstable. After thinking about it, I realized that I should come up with a solution to prevent the situation from escalating further.
So, he waved his hand, and a streak of light flew over from the horizon. When the light dissipated, a figure appeared beside Zhang Tianjian, who was none other than Zhang Tianjian's daughter, Zhang Ling'er.
Upon receiving her father's summons, Zhang Ling'er rushed over. When she saw the appalling scene around her, her pupils constricted sharply. She seemed to have not expected such a terrible environment and was shocked.
At this moment, her delicate gaze fell on Lu Shan, who was clearly stunned when he saw Zhang Ling'er, and his already bloodshot eyes cleared for a moment.
He burst into tears immediately. A seven-foot-tall man was crying like a child. The lonely wolf cub could only show his vulnerability in front of his beloved.
He stumbled forward a few steps, his body swaying precariously. Only after receiving permission from Zhang Tianjian did Zhang Ling'er timidly take a few steps forward and nestle into Lu Shan's arms, whispering comfortingly, "It's alright, it's alright, I'm here. Tell me if you're upset."
Lu Shan poured out all the grievances in his heart and burst into tears. For a moment, everyone stood still and looked at Lu Shan.
Jiang Jinyu and Feng Qitong's eyes also quietly reddened.
Nezha, usually so carefree, pouted and said, "It's just that my master is gone, what's there to cry about? I didn't even cry..."
As she spoke, tears streamed down her clear, large eyes.
He was still a child at heart. In this strange world, the only familiar person, the only person he could entrust his whole heart to, was, without exaggeration, his only solace.
But... that person is no longer here.
How could he possibly express the grief in his heart?
Have you cried enough?
Suddenly, a deep, sinister laugh echoed between heaven and earth.
Everyone was taken aback, then their gazes sharpened slightly as they looked toward the source of the conversation.
On the scorched earth, a person stepped out, his face obscured by a black hat brim.
But everyone knew in their hearts that there was no one else dressed like that except for Zhou Tong.
“Zhou Tong…”
At that moment, Nezha roared and, ignoring the reactions of others, his figure flashed and rushed forward. The Hun Tian Ling and Qian Kun Quan flew away like shooting stars, drawing graceful arcs in the air.
As the sonic boom resounded, two sharp shockwaves rippled outwards.
Upon seeing this, Han Fei and Fang Yun also rushed out in a flash, their powerful spiritual energy surging out, and their dazzling spiritual light bloomed like fireworks.
The three men's intentions were clear: they wanted to avenge Zhou Mu.
As the strongest fighters were deployed, Hei Bo and Zhang Tianjian simply watched quietly without saying a word.
Zhou Tong is at most a Saint, while the three warriors, including Nezha, are far stronger than Saints. With their superior quality and quantity, they are more than capable of dealing with a mere Zhou Tong.
But Zhou Tong showed no fear on his face. Instead, a smile curved his lips as he coldly said, "I've come to this point because you forced me to. If I'm going to hell, I'll drag you all down with me."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, the thick, foul-smelling blood carrying a pungent odor. The next moment, countless shadowy figures suddenly emerged from behind him, leaping and bounding with the agility of monkeys.
The group, led by Nezha, froze on the spot after sensing that aura, their eyes clearly showing fear.
Those countless black shadows were none other than the Six-Eyed Lion Monkey.
That's right, they are countless six-eyed lion-like monkeys.
One was enough for Zhou Mu to destroy at the cost of burning his divine soul, but now there are so many magical beasts, truly terrifying indeed.
As the countless dark figures appeared, everyone, including Uncle Hei, was taken aback. Uncle Hei's usually calm eyes were now filled with intense ripples.
Clearly, no one had anticipated this situation.
Seeing the look of terror on those people's faces, Zhou Tong could no longer contain his joy, but his breath also weakened slightly.
Summoning these six-eyed lion-like creatures was extremely taxing for him.
The cost of this was no less than that of Zhou Mu's.
Zhou Mu perished at the cost of Jintian and the lives of 100,000 demon soldiers. Now, free from the constraints of fellow transmigrators, this place can be considered his domain.
"Quick...run away!"
As the black-clad man took a step forward, a vast spiritual power, as powerful as a mountain, instantly condensed. His body shone with a bright earthy yellow light, and a suit of solid stone armor suddenly appeared, leaving no gaps on his body.
He stared at the densely packed six-eyed lion-like creatures and felt a chill run down his spine. The one he had just dealt with was already quite troublesome, but now they were everywhere, which was truly terrifying.
Of everyone present, only Hei Bo was able to stop the six-eyed lion-like monkey; the rest of them were simply wasting their time.
However, Feng Qitong did not move an inch.
He looked at Uncle Hei with a serious expression and said, "Uncle Hei, I'll help you."
Uncle Hei shook his head and said, "Let's hurry up, or it will be too late."
At this moment, Jiang Jinyu seemed to understand Feng Qitong's meaning and tugged at Feng Qitong's sleeve with a slightly worried expression.
Feng Qitong smiled gently, then took a step forward, with specks of demonic energy gathering from her toes.
“I’m sorry, Jinyu. If I leave today, I’m afraid… I’ll never forgive myself for the rest of my life. Brother Mu has already sacrificed himself. I can’t back down now.”
Most importantly, Uncle Hei, alone, couldn't stop the swarms of six-eyed lion-like monkeys covering the mountains. If he didn't step forward now, the consequences could very well endanger Jiang Jinyu, something he could never tolerate.
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