Moreover, this Lord of the Blood-Slaying Prison is a god-level powerful being.
However, their strength is much inferior to that of the gods in the foundation world like the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods.
"It seems that in this small world, although it is possible to cultivate to become a god-level powerhouse, the Dao is incomplete and the strength is greatly reduced."
"It is far inferior to the gods in the universe, who possess infinite magical powers."
"Besides, he doesn't have godhood yet."
With Zong Shen's current strength, if he encountered a true god-level powerhouse in the world, he would never be able to suppress the other party so easily.
How can there be any weaklings among those who can reach the god level?
It is not surprising that the battle between true gods could last for tens of thousands of years, and it would be difficult to determine the winner.
Not to mention killing the other person.
Zong Shen concentrated his mind and used all his strength to activate the Quicksand River.
He couldn't even withstand the sword strike from the Lord of the Bloodthirsty Prison.
One hole after another was worn out.
More red quicksand drilled in, constantly impacting and rubbing against his body.
Although I still can't break his body.
But it was constantly draining the magic power in his body.
"You want to kill me?"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
"My body is connected to the origin of the world of Blood Slaughter Prison, and the power of hell is endless!"
"As for you, no matter how powerful your attacks are, your strength will gradually run out!"
"Just wait, I will personally drain your blood, soul and essence!"
"Then attack the world you are in!"
The Bloodthirsty Prison Lord's eyes were cold, like a poisonous snake, staring at Zong Shen intently.
It seemed as if it was going to eat him alive.
"Oh? Link to the origin of the world?"
Zong Shen's face showed a smile instead of surprise.
"In that case, please lead the way for me!"
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