The top-level remaining alien died suddenly, and the gap between him and the True Saint was simply unbridgeable. It seemed as if there was an insurmountable chasm between the two.
If the news of the death of such a powerful extraordinary creature were to be released to the outside world, it would cause an earthquake.
However, in front of the king, his death was like a bird feather falling, silent and without ripples, as if Wang Yusheng had just done something insignificant.
The bright red blood on his halberd quickly dried up, burned away, and the ashes fell, as if this person had never existed in this world.
The king was covered by the chaotic fog. He turned around and walked calmly but forcefully towards the depths of the Tattoo Palace.
Behind him, on some key land veins and in some suspended bronze palaces, flags covered with thick fog were planted as he moved forward.
None of this caused any commotion.
Wang Yusheng was moving forward, holding a halberd in his right hand, and he passed many important areas of the Tattoo Palace, such as the Creation Medicine Garden, the prohibited main material warehouse, etc. He cast his eyes over them all.
A True Saint invaded but did not directly attack the temple. His unprepossessing entrance would be even more terrifying to the people of the Tattoo Palace. This would be a great disaster.
The rare pool of supernatural power in the mythological genealogy is like a bright lake, steaming with rare super matter. The king silently planted the flag of battle here.
Not far away, there was a strange man meditating by the strange lake, inhaling and exhaling mythical substances that were not common in the genealogy. He became suspicious and opened his eyes.
Then, he saw a familiar man, holding a spear, standing silently in front of him, looking down at him with great majesty.
Instantly, he opened his eyes wide in horror, his face filled with fear and disbelief. He recognized that this was Wang Yusheng who had disappeared two centuries ago.
Back then, he was the most notorious warrior among the aliens. He had participated in the encirclement and suppression, but now, why was he unable to move? He couldn't even resist.
Then, he saw a large hand falling and grabbing his entire body. His memories and the light of his soul were leaking out rapidly and were controlled by the other party.
Then he felt himself explode with a "puff" sound, and the entire lake was dyed red with his blood. He was as fragile as an earthenware jar. At the last moment, he trembled and despaired to find that the figure who was the embodiment of the other party's spirit walked in front of him, depriving him of his memory and life.
The king's true body was far away, and he just glanced at this place indifferently, which resulted in him, as an alien, dying without any ripples.
"It's been two centuries, and you haven't made much progress." Wang Yusheng muttered to himself, not only talking about the dead alien, but also about the Tattoo Palace.
He already knew that there were a total of five aliens left behind. It was true that a lean camel was bigger than a horse, and they were far superior to many powerful tribes in the outside world.
Moreover, this does not include the strangers who are patrolling outside.
At the same time, he also confirmed that the Tattoo Palace had the most important incarnation of the True Saint sitting in seclusion in the chaotic fog in the deepest part of the back mountain.
The Tattoo Palace is very large, and some of its territories are a world of their own. For example, the place where Wang Yusheng is standing now is an endless barren martial arts field that contains a closed starry sky.
There are no mountains or grass here, it is very desolate, there are many meteorites in the sky, the ground is bumpy, and there is a giant who is countless times larger than the majestic mountains. He is swinging a giant axe that covers half of the sky. The scene is extremely terrifying.
He seemed to be creating the world. With one axe, he split the sky in half and swept across the sky. A large number of stars were extinguished. His terrifying figure and the posture of covering the sky with the axe alone was shocking.
This is a man who is in his most powerful state, with blood like the ocean. He is practicing the magical power of creating the world. He is indeed very powerful. His invisible aura distorts the void, and the sky is covered with cracks everywhere.
He turned his head suddenly and saw the king walking silently towards him in the deep space. As huge as he was, he couldn't help but feel palpitations and his pupils contracted when he saw the dust-like figure.
His body was shaking uncontrollably, his spirit was trembling, and as brave as he was, he couldn't muster the heart to resist. He was like a little deer, trembling when encountering the beast king in the mountains.
He was angry. He was always the vanguard in every foreign war.
, a fierce man of his generation, was not sent to the bloody battlefield this time. He was very unhappy and was venting his anger.
Now there was an unknown enemy, but he had no intention of fighting him. He tried his best, his soul was burning, and he finally launched a strike with all his anger. This was a full-scale explosion of his spirit, and he was able to get rid of his cowardly state. He chopped with his giant axe, splitting the sky and the entire void. The world was being torn apart and about to explode!
However, he saw that the other party was indifferent and calm, like a swooping ant. He casually stretched out a finger and pressed it against the terrifying giant axe that covered half of the sky, causing his axe, which was many times heavier than the stars, to shatter, and his arm to break into pieces, spreading throughout his body.
During this process, his mind went blank, and his spirit and the secrets in his heart flew out like flowing water. The other party searched his soul and saw through everything.
The surroundings were silent, and at the moment of collapse, he suddenly discovered that the so-called sky was split open by him, and the cracks and collapses of time and space were stabilized.
There was no ripple here that spread to the outside world. Following the direction of that person's gaze, everything became quiet and returned to normal.
"Wang Yusheng!" Everything in front of his eyes turned black, and his soul was completely extinguished.
At the last moment before his death, he saw a figure in the chaotic fog and learned of the other party's identity. He disappeared with a feeling of powerlessness and fear.
A creature walked in as if it was in an empty space, and planted its own flags in some places from time to time, trying to subvert the protective formation here. It was extremely familiar with the layout of the Tattoo Palace.
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