77: Chapter 77 The Tomb of the Gods, Level 16!
Necropolis of the Gods, 15th Floor.
Looking at the long sword in his hand.
A satisfied smile appeared on Allen Dawson's face.
The sword blade was cold and biting, without a shred of the Divine Power fluctuations common to ordinary Divine Artifacts.
This was hardness and sharpness pushed to the absolute extreme.
He was already very certain.
This was absolutely the most special existence in the Coiling Dragon World.
A genuine Godspark weapon.
Even if it was still very primitive right now.
Even if it couldn't even be considered a Lowgod Divine Artifact at this moment, just a rough sword-shaped prototype.
But that was not a problem at all.
The strongest weapons in the Coiling Dragon World were never created naturally.
The exclusive Divine Artifacts of God-level Experts all relied on the accumulation of Divine Power washing over them day after day.
As long as Allen Dawson was willing to spend the time to nourish this long sword with his Divine Power.
One day, it would transform into the peerless, ferocious weapon most compatible with Allen Dawson.
"From now on, you shall be called the zhan tian sword."
Allen Dawson's fingers lightly caressed the cold sword spine.
A faint tingling sensation came from his fingertips once again.
But Allen Dawson smiled very happily.
Even a Physical Body comparable to a Highgod could not withstand this casual slash.
This thing was simply born for pure slaughter.
With a slight shift of his thoughts.
The zhan tian sword turned into a stream of light and vanished into the space ring on Allen Dawson's finger.
Having packed everything up.
Allen Dawson strode forward, heading straight to the back of the altar.
A mass of constantly twisting light and shadow hovered there.
It was precisely the teleportation passage leading to the 16th floor of the Necropolis of the Gods.
He stepped into it without the slightest hesitation.
The dark, deep spatial passage rippled with strange waves.
A brief sensation of weightlessness instantly enveloped Allen Dawson's entire body.
The light and shadows around him changed and receded at high speed.
However.
Before his feet had even touched solid ground.
A terrifying pressure that made his Soul tremble suddenly descended.
A streak of extreme black light tore through the Void Realm, carrying an aura of destruction, and slashed directly toward Allen Dawson's head.
It was too fast.
The attack was precisely timed to the moment the teleportation ended.
The timing was perfectly judged.
If it were an ordinary Five-Star Fiend, they would absolutely have been slashed into a mist of blood in that instant.
But Allen Dawson was battle-hardened.
In this moment of life and death, his reaction speed was pushed to the limit.
The muscles all over his body bulged like molten lava, forcibly dodging the vital point of his head.
At the same time.
Allen Dawson crossed his arms to protect his chest.
The material defense high-god artifact erupted with a blinding, brilliant halo.
The next instant.
That destructive black light slashed fiercely onto Allen Dawson's arms.
Unrivaled, immense force poured down.
Like a cannonball fired from its chamber, Allen Dawson was smashed away, crashing through a dozen towering black stone peaks in succession.
Debris flew through the air, and dust filled the sky.
Finally.
Allen Dawson smashed a giant crater with a diameter of one thousand meters into a desolate plain.
Violent shockwaves raged madly in all directions.
The ground along the way was plowed into a shocking, massive chasm.
He had flown for tens of miles.
Only then did Allen Dawson completely dissipate that terrifying force.
At the bottom of the deep pit.
Allen Dawson slowly stood up.
He brushed the dust off his body and spat out a breath of turbid air mixed with grit.
The Divine Power within his body vibrated slightly.
The slightly disheveled robes became smooth and flat again.
Although his posture was very disheveled.
But not even a shallow white mark was left on Allen Dawson's body.
Four-element Fusion Law plus a high-god artifact for defense.
This kind of monstrous defensive power was simply comparable to a mobile, humanoid fortress.
"That was quite a kick."
Allen Dawson raised his eyes to look at the horizon ten miles away.
In mid-air there—if you only read one Xuanhuan novel in your life, it might be 《Coiling Dragon: Heavenly Dao Rewards Diligence, I Rely on Hard Work to Transcend》—a sturdy, iron-tower-like figure was hovering.
The welcoming ceremony for this 16th floor was truly enthusiastic.
At the same time.
The figure in mid-air was also staring fixedly at the direction where Allen Dawson had fallen.
That was a burly man clad in heavy black armor, with tyrannical and cruel red light dancing in his eyes.
He was a Highgod who Cultivated the Laws of Destruction, imprisoned in this sunless Necropolis of the Gods for thousands of years.
Therefore.
The killing intent and mania in the depths of his heart had long since accumulated to a critical point.
And he had not held back in the slightest with that previous strike.
That was his proudest lethal technique.
He couldn't count with both hands how many Five-Star Fiends had died under this move.
He had thought he could end the battle instantly and finish this damn imprisonment career sooner.
However.
When his Divine Sense swept across that expanse of ruins, he was completely stunned.
The challenger actually didn't die?
Not only did he not die, but there wasn't even the slightest sign of serious injury.
This completely subverted his understanding.
He gripped the giant axe wreathed in black energy in his hand, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his knuckles cracked.
As the dust gradually dissipated.
Allen Dawson's aura was also clearly exposed in the air.
"Midgod?"
The Highgod of Destruction exclaimed in shock.
He suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had run into a ghost in broad daylight.
That Divine Power fluctuation could not be faked; he was truly just at the Midgod level.
Yet it was this weak Midgod.
Who had actually withstood a full-force strike from him, a dignified Six-Star Fiend.
Even the opponent at the Midgod Realm would absolutely not have been able to block that axe strike of his just now.
Unless the opponent was wearing a sovereign artifact.
As soon as this thought emerged, it was instantly extinguished by him.
How precious a sovereign artifact was; it was absolutely impossible for it to appear on a Midgod.
Then the only remaining explanation.
Was that this youth's strength itself had already stepped into the threshold of a Six-Star Fiend.
Even in Physical Body defense, he was far more terrifying than him, a Highgod of Destruction.
A strong wariness flashed in the eyes of the Highgod of Destruction.
The previous trace of contempt and arrogance disappeared instantly.
This was an out-and-out super Prodigy.
A monster that simply could not be measured by common sense.
Today, he had kicked an iron plate.
The Highgod of Destruction's heart sank slightly.
But he had no way out.
If he wanted to leave this place, the only way was to kill all the intruders.
"Who are you?"
The rough voice rolled out like muffled thunder.
In this voice, there was a trace of subtle probing.
He was trying to figure out the opponent's background.
Unfortunately.
Allen Dawson ignored the other party's call entirely.
He just looked at the burly man in front of him with great interest.
The opponent's aura was steady and refined, definitely not comparable to those ordinary Five-Star Fiends on the 15th floor.
"Six-Star Fiend."
Allen Dawson whispered softly.
He was just worrying that after the four-element Fusion, he couldn't find an evenly matched opponent to verify his strength.
And here came a high-level sparring partner delivered to his door.
It really was someone handing him a pillow just as he wanted to take a nap!
Thinking of this.
A coldness appeared at the corners of Allen Dawson's mouth.
He stomped his feet fiercely.
The huge reaction force instantly shattered a hundred meters of ground.
He rose from the ground like an angry Dragon soaring into the sky.
Without any nonsense.
He gave a response directly with the most violent action.
In the blink of an eye.
Allen Dawson crossed the ten-mile distance and hovered in mid-air, level with the Highgod of Destruction.
As the scarlet, blazing flames erupted.
The terrifying pressure of the four-element Fusion swept straight out in all directions.