Muya Continent.

Allen stood in the front cabin of the metal life form.

His gaze pierced through that layer of transparent Divine Power membrane, locking onto the bald, burly man below.

Bart was in the middle of the biggest cognitive crisis of his life.

His spiked club, infused with Highgod Divine Power of the earth element, was enough to smash an iron ore mountain.

Yet the strike just now was like a mosquito biting an iron plate.

"A tough opponent! Scatter!"

Bart reacted extremely quickly, a voice-breaking roar erupting from his throat.

The bandit group cooperated tacitly, instantly acting like an exploded swarm of bees as they drilled into the rock piles of the Crimson Mountain Range.

They deeply understood the survival Law of Hell.

When encountering a hard bone that couldn't be bitten through, running fast was the kingly way.

"Since you have come, stay here permanently."

Allen's voice wasn't loud, but it exploded clearly in everyone's ears.

His figure swayed slightly, and his entire person instantly vanished from the lounge.

The next second.

He abruptly appeared directly above Bart.

In mid-air.

The fiery red Divine Power did not vent violently as usual.

Instead, it was restrained to the absolute extreme.

Allen casually waved his hand, the Heaven-Slaying Sword remaining unsheathed, as merely a finger-ray condensed from Highgod Divine Power of the fire element was cast.

The the void was burned out with a slender, pitch-black fissure.

Those distorted heat waves didn't even diffuse, instead biting precisely toward the fleeing bandits like poisonous snakes.

"Ah!"

Screams rose one after another.

The moment those Midgods and Lowgods came into contact with the firelight, they didn't even have time for their godsparks to overflow.

Their bodies instantly carbonized, turning into flying ash blown away by the wind.

"Highgod!"

"He is a Highgod!"

The Midgod who looked like a skinny monkey screamed in terror, his two legs shaking like a winnowing sieve.

He had originally hoped that boss Bart could hold out for a bit.

But turning his head back.

He saw Bart, who was invincible in his heart, frantically burning Divine Power to flee in the opposite direction.

Inside Bart's heart at this moment, he was greeting the skinny monkey's ancestors down to the eighteenth generation.

A tens-of-millions-level metal life form, could that be something an ordinary Highgod could afford to ride in?

His intestines turned green with regret.

Rampaging in these Crimson Mountains for tens of thousands of years, today he had finally kicked a piece of red-hot mysterious iron.

Allen walked through the air like a ghost.

With every step he crossed, a string of bandits' lives was harvested.

He was practicing micro-control over power.

Experts were as numerous as clouds in Hell, and wasting Divine Power was courting death.

"It's your turn."

Allen appeared less than three meters behind Bart.

Feeling the intense heat from behind that almost ignited his soul, Bart's single eye was filled with despair.

He abruptly turned around, his spiked club kicking up a tragic earth-yellow halo.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

This was a desperate struggle to the death, and even more so a last-ditch struggle.

Allen only calmly watched that rusted spiked club smash down.

He extended his left hand, directly grabbing towards that immensely heavy weapon.

"Crack."

Bart's proud high-god artifact split apart in Allen's hands like rotten wood.

Allen's physical body was now at the level of a high-god artifact.

This kind of ordinary standard weapon couldn't even leave a red mark on his skin.

Bart was stunned in place, not even reacting when the fragments of the spiked club fell onto the top of his feet.

"You... who the Hell are you?"

His throat felt like it was stuffed with sand, extremely dry.

Allen did not answer, his right hand forming a sword-finger that pressed against the center of Bart's brows.

"Extinction."

An invisible fluctuation instantly swept through Bart's Sea of Consciousness.

This was a Law attack targeting the soul.

Bart's Six-Star Fiend-level soul defense was as fragile as a layer of window paper in front of this single finger.

His single eye rapidly dimmed, and his vitality instantly cut off.

Allen retracted his finger, and Bart's corpse fell limply toward the valley.

In mere minutes.

This bandit group that had run amok in the Crimson Mountain Range for tens of thousands of years was completely eradicated.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Allen sucked all the Spatial Rings scattered on the ground into his hand.

Even a mosquito's legs were meat no matter how small.

Returning to the sword-shaped metal life form, the spaceship started up once again.

Because he killed that gang of bandits, the subsequent journey was much quieter.

Passing bandit groups, sensing from afar that lingering killing intent, all chose to close their doors and stay inside.

No one wanted to become the next Bart.

Three days later.

A colossal city that was so towering it felt unreal appeared at the end of the horizon.

That was the absolute core of Tianning Prefecture—Tianning City.

The city walls soared into the clouds, constructed entirely from dark purple Obsidian Stone.

This kind of ore had an extremely high hardness; even a full-strength strike from a Lowgod could only leave a shallow mark on it.

At the city gate.

The long queue lined up far away.

Those were God-level Experts converging from various planes and territories.

Allen put away the metal life form and landed on the ground.

He did not display the arrogance of being superior to others.

In Hell, keeping a low profile was a compulsory course for experts.

Even though he considered himself to have the combat strength of a Seven-Star Fiend, in a prefecture city like this, who knew which corner an Asura was squatting in?

"The city-entry fee is ten ink stones."

The city gate guards spoke coldly.

These guards wore standard black armor, with the emblem of Tianning Prefecture tattooed on their chests.

Even ordinary soldiers were all Midgods.

Allen casually handed over ten pieces of these dark purple coins.

The guard took the ink stones and waved his hand casually.

Walking through the city gate.

A bustling wave of heat rushed toward his face.

On the wide streets, there were not only all kinds of metal life forms gliding at low altitudes.

There were also various races with bizarre appearances.

There were cyclopes several meters tall, and long-eared elves with wings on their backs.

Most of them were in a rush.

Here, apart from the residential areas inside the city, almost every inch of land exuded the flavor of competition.

Allen followed the road signs and walked toward the center of the city.

There was a building there that was the most conspicuous.

It looked like a ferocious giant beast lying on the ground, exuding an aura that made people's hearts palpitate.

Demon Castle.

This was the most powerful and neutral organization in all of Hell.

Here, as long as you had strength, you could exchange it for anything you wanted.

Pushing open the heavy doors.

The space inside the castle was far larger than it looked from the outside.

This was the so-called space-folding technology.

The first floor was a hall, where densely packed God-level Experts were looking for missions or companions.

The air was filled with alcohol, the smell of blood, and a thick sense of oppression.

As soon as Allen entered the door, he attracted the gazes of quite a few people.

Highgod.

Although there were many Highgods in Hell.

But it was rare to see someone like Allen who looked so youthful, yet whose aura was as deep as an abyss.

A Bunny Girl attendant wearing a slit long skirt and with a hot figure walked over twisting her slender waist.

She held a jade tray in her hands, on which were a few cups of strong liquor exuding a strange fragrance.

"Respected adult, is this your first time coming to the Demon Castle of Tianning City?"

Her smile was sweet, but her eyes hid the shrewdness unique to business people.

Allen nodded.

"I want to see your castle master."

His tone was steady, yet carried an unquestionable power.

The Bunny Girl was stunned for a moment.

The smile on her face froze for a moment, then became even more respectful.

"My lord, the castle master is currently in closed-door seclusion handling important matters."

"According to the rules, distinguished guests who are not at the Seven-Star Fiend level can hardly meet him directly."

She carefully sized up Allen.

Although the person in front of her had an extraordinary bearing, there was no Fiend badge on his chest.

In Hell, a badge was the hard currency of identity.