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Necropolis of the Gods, 16th Floor.

"Poor ghost."

Allen's Divine Sense probed into the interior of the ring.

Inside the Spatial Ring, besides a dozen or so ordinary high-god artifacts.

The remaining items were all sorts of miscellaneous alchemy materials and ink stone.

For Allen nowadays, they were basically of no use at all.

But then again.

Being locked in the Necropolis of the Gods for several millennia, good things were probably consumed long ago.

Allen casually tossed the loot into his own Spatial Ring.

Then.

He sat down cross-legged right on the spot and began to review the previous battle.

Things like combat experience were never obtained out of thin air.

The scrutiny of every single detail...

The reflection on every circulation of Divine Power...

These were all stepping stones to a higher Realm.

Time quietly slipped away in such boring deductions.

Half a month later.

Allen suddenly opened his eyes.

Within his originally deep pupils, it was as if a cluster of crimson flame was leaping.

"Hoo~"

Allen let out a long breath of foul air.

The rubble within hundreds of meters around was all directly blown into dust by this breath.

"Almost there."

"It's time to scout for the next sparring partner."

Allen stood up and casually patted the dust off his body.

His figure flashed, directly transforming into a crimson stream of light that disappeared into the horizon.

The next full half a year.

The 16th layer of the Necropolis of the Gods ushered in the most terrifying calamity in history.

Those Six-Star Fiends who had been imprisoned for thousands of years and had extremely volatile tempers.

Never in their dreams did they expect to become someone else's prey.

In this vast and boundless space.

Terrifying traces of battle were left everywhere.

There were tens of thousands of miles of ice plains that had been beaten down.

There were boundless deserts burned into glass.

There were also towering dense forests completely chopped into pieces by Sword Qi.

Allen was like an untiring fighting madman.

The God-level Experts who could be locked in the Necropolis of the Gods all had pretty good strength.

There were dark-attribute experts proficient in assassination, who liked to play backstabbing in the crevices of shadows.

There were earth-attribute experts with perverted defense, wearing thick armor to hard-resist damage.

And there were death-attribute experts skilled in poison gas and illusions.

At first.

When these people noticed that Allen was only at the Midgod Realm.

One by one, they were like sharks smelling blood, laughing wildly and lunging forward to crush this ant to death.

But after exchanging blows.

These old monsters who had lived for countless years all collapsed.

That young man holding a tattered long sword was simply an unreasonable pervert.

Physical defense couldn't be broken?

Directly using a move of Burning Heavens, burning both the person and the armor into ashes.

Hiding in the crevices of shadows to play assassination?

Allen's Flame Space directly sealed off a radius of a hundred miles, forcing the opponent out like roasting sweet potatoes.

Playing illusions and soul attacks?

That formless fire lotus taught them how to be human again.

A full half year.

Allen killed a full thirteen Six-Star Fiends on this 16th layer.

In one life-and-death battle after another.

His combat skills became increasingly close to perfection.

The two ultimate moves of Burning Heavens and Annihilation had reached the Realm of perfection.

Even when facing the cream of the crop among Six-Star Fiends.

Allen could also completely slaughter them within ten moves.

At this moment.

Above a completely dried-up lake.

Allen casually flicked the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Flicking away the cyan blood remaining on the blade.

Beneath his feet.

A headless corpse was slowly falling.

That was a wind-attribute Six-Star Fiend whose speed was unbelievably fast.

Unfortunately.

After being stuck by Allen's Flame Space.

The opponent still couldn't escape the fate of being beheaded by a single sword strike.

Skillfully putting away the godspark and Spatial Ring.

Allen was just about to sit down cross-legged to continue reviewing this chase.

Suddenly.

An old man's voice sounded in Allen's mind.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

"You brat really play dirty."

"The Highgods on this 16th layer are almost being slaughtered to extinction by you!"

This was Beirut's voice.

Allen was stunned for a moment, then saluted in mid-air.

"Lord Beirut."

...

Inside the Metal Castle of the Dark Forest.

Beirut stroked his mustache, smiling like a fox that had stolen a chicken.

He had always been observing Allen's movements through the water mirror.

Over these past six months.

The surprises Allen brought him were simply more than the past ten thousand years combined.

With the body of a Midgod, slaughtering Six-Star Fiends like cutting melons and vegetables.

Even if placed in a place like Hell where perverts walked everywhere.

This extremely exaggerated cross-Realm combat power was definitely a super monstrous talent rare to see in tens of thousands of years.

Especially the perfect Fusion of those four Laws.

The more Beirut looked, the more alarmed he became.

This kid's talent had completely exceeded his expectations.

Even Bluefire, at this kind of age, definitely couldn't compare to Allen.

If this kid broke through to Highgod.

Would he be able to casually crush even Seven-Star Fiends to death?

Even...

It wouldn't be impossible to even tussle with the Asura level?

Thinking of this.

A trace of anticipation flashed across the depths of Beirut's eyes.

"All right."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Kid Allen."

"One month later, the Necropolis of the Gods opens."

...

Necropolis of the Gods, 16th Layer.

"Is there only one month left?"

Hearing Beirut's voice transmission.

Allen stood above the dried-up lake, reaching out to stroke his chin.

Time was not enough.

Although there were still a few slipped through the net on the 16th layer.

But those ordinary Six-Star Fiends no longer had much help for Allen's current improvement.

Go to the 17th layer?

Allen shook his head and decisively gave up this thought.

Those locked up on the 17th layer were definitely old monsters of the Seven-Star Fiend level.

With his current strength, facing a Seven-Star Fiend was still somewhat stretching it.

Even if he could win, it would definitely be a protracted and bitter battle.

One month's time was simply not enough.

What's more.

His primary goal right now was to get the reward of the 16th layer's gatekeeper.

At the very center of each layer, there were treasures left by Beirut.

The 15th layer gave sovereign force and the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The things given on the 16th layer were definitely even more precious.

Thinking of this.

A trace of burning heat flashed across the depths of Allen's eyes.

He put away all his laziness, transforming into a straight crimson thread of fire that directly tore through the sky.

Those remaining wardens along the way.

After feeling this unmasked and terrifying coercion.

All of them retreated into their own territories with extreme tacit understanding, not daring to let out even a fart.

What a joke.

That god of killing was obviously on his way.

Whoever went to court bad luck at this time was a pure fool.

Very quickly.

Allen crossed a million miles and arrived in front of an ancient cyan-gray altar.

This altar was a full ten thousand meters in radius, its surface covered with extremely complicated magical array patterns.

A vicissitudinous and vast aura slowly emanated from the depths of the altar.

And right at the very center of the altar, an old man sat cross-legged quietly.

The old man wore a spotless white robe.

His hair and beard were all white, just like a kind-faced neighboring grandpa.

Allen stopped at the edge of the altar.

He slightly narrowed his eyes, sizing up the old man before him from top to bottom.