173: Chapter 170 Devouring!

He was afraid!

Thoroughly afraid!

This seemingly young Human Race was simply a monster through and through!

His eerie Clone was even more like a nightmare reaping lives!

In just a fleeting moment, three of their five North Sea Demon Clan Great Grandmasters had already fallen!

Escape!

Must escape!

This thought was growing wildly in Ao Shang's mind!

However, just as he prepared to burn his Essence Blood at all costs to flee, that ghostly black figure appeared silently above his head!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped him!

"No!!!"

Ao Shang let out a desperate roar.

He dared not be arrogant in the slightest anymore. Opening his mouth, he spat out dragon blood containing his Origin Essence Blood onto a simple, ancient small bell!

Hum!!!

The small bell grew with the wind, instantly transforming into a hundred-zhang size. On the bell body, totems of ten thousand demons were carved, and a desolate, ancient, and overbearing aura permeated from it!

The North Sea Demon Clan's supreme treasure!

The Ten Thousand Demon Bell!

"Clang!!!"

Ao Shang exhausted all his strength to strike the Ten Thousand Demon Bell!

A visible, gray-colored sound wave spread crazily in all directions with the Ten Thousand Demon Bell as the center!

Wherever the sound wave passed, space twisted and shattered like the surface of water!

The first to bear the brunt was the indestructible dark clan clone hovering above Ao Shang's head!

The moment it touched the gray sound wave, the indestructible dark clan clone's body, composed of pure dark energy, actually trembled violently, emitting a "sizzling" sound, as if it were about to disintegrate and dissipate at any moment!

Even Chen Zhiwen in the distance felt as if his Physical Body was about to be shattered directly by this terrifying bell toll!

Golden blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his figure was forced to retreat repeatedly!

The power of this Ten Thousand Demon Bell was truly terrifying!

"Hahaha! Chen Zhiwen!"

Seeing the Ten Thousand Demon Bell succeed, Ao Shang let out a wild laugh like one who had survived a disaster.

"This is the supreme treasure left behind by our North Sea ancestor of ten thousand demons. Once the bell tolls, it can suppress and kill all living things! Today is your death day!"

He frantically urged the Ten Thousand Demon Bell, and waves of destructive sound continuously swept toward Chen Zhiwen and the indestructible dark clan clone!

Chen Zhiwen's Physical Body began to crack inch by inch!

The indestructible dark clan clone also became increasingly illusory!

The scales of victory seemed to tilt again at this moment!

However, just as Ao Shang was preparing to activate the Ten Thousand Demon Bell to launch its strongest strike and completely erase Chen Zhiwen, a strange change suddenly occurred!

Hum!!!

A nine-story small pagoda, entirely pitch-black and wreathed in Chaos aura, unexpectedly flew out from his body without Chen Zhiwen's control!

The prison suppressing pagoda!

It hovered quietly above Chen Zhiwen's head. From the pagoda body, an invisible yet terrifying energy that seemed capable of suppressing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths emanated!

The gray sound wave that was sufficient to shatter the Physical Body of a Great Grandmaster vanished without a trace the moment it approached within three feet of the prison suppressing pagoda, like a clay ox entering the sea!

The terrifying Divine Might of the Ten Thousand Demon Bell was easily neutralized in front of the prison suppressing pagoda!

Two supreme treasures stood face to face in the Void Realm, and for a moment, they were evenly matched!

"What... what is that?!"

The wild laugh on Ao Shang's face instantly froze!

He stared fixedly at the black small pagoda exuding an ancient aura, his golden vertical pupils filled with endless shock and disbelief!

The appearance of the prison suppressing pagoda won Chen Zhiwen a precious moment of respite!

His injuries recovered rapidly under the circulation of his surging Qi and blood.

He raised his head and looked at the terrified Ao Shang in the distance, murderous intent surging in his eyes!

"It's over."

His cold voice, like a cold wind from beneath the Nine Netherworlds, resounded in Ao Shang's ears.

The next moment, he took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from where he stood!

When he appeared again, he had already arrived before Ao Shang's massive head!

The dao-slaying sword in his hand, without any fancy tricks, carried all his strength and that indomitable overbearing will, and stabbed fiercely into Ao Shang's brow!

"No!!!"

Ao Shang let out the last unwilling roar of his life.

Puchi!

The sound of a blade entering flesh rang out clearly.

The dao-slaying sword pierced in from his brow and came out from the back of his head!

Ao Shang's massive body stiffened suddenly.

The vitality in his pair of golden vertical pupils dissipated at a rapid speed.

In the end, it completely turned into dead silence.

Boom!!!

The thousand-zhang-long Dragon body fell from the high sky like a mountain range that had lost its support, smashing a bottomless giant pit into the earth!

The Old Ancestor of the North Sea Biyou Flood Dragon Clan, Ao Shang, had fallen!

High in the sky, Chen Zhiwen held the blood-stained black sword, his purple robe fluttering in the wind.

Behind him, the prison suppressing pagoda and the indestructible dark clan clone hovered quietly.

One person, one pagoda, one shadow, overlooking the dead and silent world below.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to have lost its sound.

Outside the mountain gate, the Cultivators who came to watch the battle, whether Human Race or Yao Race, all had faces left with only dullness and blankness.

They had witnessed a... myth that was enough to overturn the entire pattern of the Desolate Province!

I don't know how long it took before a tsunami-like exclamation finally erupted from the crowd!

"Dead... they are all dead!"

"Five North Sea Demon Clan Great Grandmasters... actually, all of them were killed by Chen Zhiwen alone!"

"God! What did I see? Is this still a human?!"

An uproar was completely set off!

The entire Desolate Province would be completely... boiling because of this battle!

High in the sky, the gale whistled, blowing Chen Zhiwen's purple robe and making it flutter.

His indifferent gaze slowly moved away from the five massive Yao Race corpses below and finally landed on the simple small bell that had lost its master and was quietly hovering in the Void Realm.

The Ten Thousand Demon Bell.

On this bell, a desolate and overbearing ancient Demonic Qi still lingered, as if ten thousand demon souls were sleeping and roaring inside it.

It truly lived up to being the supreme treasure of the North Sea Demon Clan.

A hint of temptation flashed in Chen Zhiwen's eyes.

He was about to raise his hand to collect this trophy.

However, just at this moment!

Hum!!!

A slight hum, which seemed to originate from the beginning of the Dao, sounded abruptly!

The prison suppressing pagoda hovering behind him actually moved on its own without any warning!

It turned into a streak of pitch-black light, appearing above the Ten Thousand Demon Bell in an instant.

On the pagoda body, Chaos energy circulated, and an indescribable, terrifying aura that seemed capable of suppressing the heavens and devouring the ages descended with a bang!

"What... what is that pagoda doing?!"

In the crowd below that hadn't completely dispersed, someone let out a shocked cry.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on that one person, one pagoda, and the ancient bell!

Under the gaze of countless people who were shocked beyond measure, a deep vortex suddenly appeared at the bottom of the prison suppressing pagoda.

That vortex was pitch-black as ink, as if it were connected to a Universe of extinction.

An irresistible, terrifying devouring force erupted from within!

Hum... hum...

The Ten Thousand Demon Bell trembled violently, and the totems of ten thousand demons on the bell body seemed to come alive at this moment, emitting shrill wails and struggles!

It wanted to resist!

However, under the domineering and unparalleled suppression power of the prison suppressing pagoda, all its struggles appeared so pale and powerless.

The massive bell body was pulled by that devouring force, sinking little by little toward the black vortex at the bottom of the prison suppressing pagoda.

Like a giant beast swallowing its food.

This scene was eerie and shocking!

Everyone held their breath, their hearts seemingly stopped beating.

That was a supreme treasure!

A treasure that would make any Great Grandmaster crazy!

Now, it was being treated as nourishment by another treasure... and devoured!