Meanwhile, in the capital city.
Sheng Wanshi received a message that was quite unusual.
This news comes from Fuqiang.
To be honest, he wasn't very familiar with Fu Qiang, but as fellow peak Saints, they still knew each other somewhat.
At this point, some people might ask, "Isn't it said that there are only three peak Saints in the Dragon Kingdom?"
If you ask Xia Fusheng this question, he will just laugh it off and avoid the topic.
If you ask Nian Qingfeng, he will probably give you a disdainful look.
If you ask Sheng Wanshi, he will definitely tell you—who wouldn't be smart enough to put all their fighting force out in the open?
Furthermore, there is definitely more than one Fuqiang person on the unreleased list.
Upon receiving the message from Fuqiang, Sheng Wanshi took it very seriously.
He looked at it carefully and was immediately startled.
Because the amount of information contained in the letter was enormous.
For example, that mysterious voice transmission that suddenly appeared in the abyss.
And the alien races that seem to have been enhanced in combat power, and the warriors whose dark side is easily stirred by the voice.
The abyss covers an extremely vast area.
Even the distance from the inner edge to the forbidden area is no less than the distance from the due west to the due east of the Dragon Kingdom.
Such a distance is probably impossible for even a peak Saint-level expert to traverse with a single strike.
But the sound could travel from within the forbidden area, and so far, even causing such a great impact...
No one could know the myriad thoughts swirling within Sheng Wanshi's mind.
After a while, no one knew what he and Xia Fusheng talked about, and Sheng Wanshi set off from the capital.
This trip went unnoticed by anyone.
Even to his adjutant, he only said that he had some insights into cultivation and needed to go into seclusion for a while, so there was no need to come to him for any major or minor matters recently; instead, he could go to Nian Qingfeng.
If even Nian Qingfeng can't find it, then...
Then, realizing that Xia Fusheng wasn't a member of the military, Sheng Wanshi had no choice but to give up and let his adjutant decide for himself.
——
Jiang Wuyuan was naturally unaware that Sheng Wanshi had already led his men towards the Abyss Forbidden Land.
At this point, his situation was far from good.
Although initially, the Traceless Hunting Group was indeed quite strong, they were able to handle the alien races that approached due to the accumulation of large areas of dark silt with relative ease.
But with the arrival of that mysterious voice, the situation instantly reversed.
The alien races' strength has increased unprecedentedly, and to avoid infighting, humans even have to knock out some of those whose minds have been severely affected.
This led to a rapid and sharp reduction in the available combat power on site.
...
Suddenly, in the midst of the melee, several figures attacked Jiang Wuyuan's direction.
They were almost all alien races of the sixth rank or above, and they blocked every corner where Jiang Wuyuan could escape.
Just as Jiang Wuyuan was about to use his Sky-Splitting Technique to leave, he discovered that these alien races had clearly been watching him for a long time and had come prepared.
Their laws are the same; they all originate from the dark laws of the abyss.
In the blink of an eye, the power of laws spread out from the alien race's body, forming a sealed space.
Under the laws of nature, even the highest level of spatial conception is of no use.
Jiang Wuyuan frowned, feeling the six increasingly powerful attacks closing in on him; every cell in his body trembled, reminding him—
Danger!
However, it is precisely in times of crisis that we must not panic.
Jiang Wuyuan calmed himself down and gripped the Devouring Star tightly in his hand.
A glint of golden light flashed silently in his eyes.
The effects of the Bloodbath Sword Formation are still present, and the bonus from the Battle Cry remains.
The boy moved swiftly, instantly shifting a distance from his previous position.
"Attack together! Kill him!"
The first of the six alien races was the one that approached Jiang Wuyuan first.
roar--
In the ever-changing battlefield, a dragon-shaped phantom instantly materialized behind Jiang Wuyuan.
Its resounding dragon roar froze even the movements of a sixth-tier alien race for a moment.
In that instant, Jiang Wuyuan brushed past it with nimble and ethereal steps.
...
Enveloped in the laws of darkness, Jiang Wuyuan was also in a very bad state.
This is mainly because the laws cultivated by the alien races of the abyss have a very mysterious corrosive effect.
Just like the dark silt and the vast expanse of black mist that shrouds the abyss, it can erode the mind of any creature, turning people into monsters who succumb to evil thoughts, lose their ability to think independently, and only know how to kill.
Having been affected by that voice for a long time, and now being sealed within the laws by six high-level alien races, Jiang Wuyuan's spirit was almost at its limit.
After all, his cultivation level was not high, and the fact that he could persist for so long was already rare in the world.
But the boy gritted his teeth and pushed the Dragon Step to its limit, trying his best to avoid the attacks of the sixth-tier alien race.
Unfortunately, it was still hit by the aftershocks of two of the attacks.
His combat uniform on his shoulders and waist was blasted to shreds, blood gushing from his body. The power of the dark laws corroded his flesh, making Jiang Wuyuan's aura even weaker.
But coincidentally, his Dragon Step had also reached its limit!
Jiang Wuyuan raised his sword and swung it!
The next second, the golden dragon took flight.
His winding, spiraling body swept across the area like a gust of wind, carrying all of Jiang Wuyuan's vital energy and perfected sword intent.
boom--
Both attacks landed simultaneously on the spatial blockade formed by the laws of darkness.
One of them was naturally Jiang Wuyuan's Wandering Dragon Slash.
The other one was a heavy sword from Jin Quexie!
Jin Quexie stopped holding back as soon as he saw six alien races joining forces to attack Jiang Wuyuan.
He quickly killed the two peak sixth-tier alien races blocking his way, then dragged his heavy sword and charged through the melee, heading straight for the direction where Jiang Wuyuan was being besieged.
Fortunately, he arrived in time.
The blockade broke, and Jiang Wuyuan stumbled, but Jin Quexie, who had rushed over, grabbed his shoulder and protected him behind him.
Seeing the two dark remnants of law on Jiang Wuyuan's shoulders and waist, Jin Quexie snorted coldly, waved his hand, and the sword law flowed out, directly turning the two disgusting things into dust.
"Bullying the weak?" Jin Quexie looked arrogantly at the alien race, his eyes looking at them as if they were a pile of garbage, utterly disdainful. "Then don't say I'm bullying you."
As he finished speaking, a cruel smile crept across his lips.
Tai Chi Golden Sword!
A massive Bagua diagram slowly unfolded beneath Jin Quexie's feet. He raised his heavy sword with one hand and swung it forward.
A sword light, so sharp it seemed capable of crushing everything in the world, swept across.
It is without any impurities, bringing out the sharpness of the sword to its fullest potential.
It's hard to imagine that this attack was launched by someone wielding a heavy sword.
It was utterly devastating and unmatched.
Oh no, I misspoke. It should be—no other race could rival it.
The six alien races that had been attacking Jiang Wuyuan were instantly reduced to ashes and vanished without a trace.
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