Chapter 2024

Real God Extreme Thunder

"Don't let him escape!"

The crowd behind him shouted in unison. Immediately, divine artifacts flew over and landed heavily on Zhuowen's body.

Zhuowen's powerful consciousness swept out explosively. The killing intent vortex formed by the forty-eight Original Demonic Golden Swords increased in power and actually blocked all of the divine weapons.

With a muffled groan, Zhuowen spat out blood from the corner of his mouth. With a loud roar, a vortex of killing intent soared into the sky, dispersing all the divine weapons in its way.

Raising his Torch Dragon wings, Zhuowen shot out like a bolt of lightning and broke through the encirclement.

"Chase!

This person is injured, he can't have escaped far. "

The cultivators behind him turned into streaks of light and followed closely behind Zhuowen.

As for the forty or so cultivators in front of him, nearly twenty of them had died due to the self-destruction of the Extreme Dao Fire Sword. The remaining twenty or so cultivators had all suffered either heavy or light injuries.

However, the 75 plus cultivators did not feel fearful at all. Instead, they felt enraged. Ignoring the wounds on their bodies, they chased after Zhuowen.

In their eyes, this Zhuowen was extremely detestable. He actually used despicable means to injure them.

Zhuowen's face was extremely gloomy as he sensed the crazy crowd of cultivators chasing after him.

Although his original body's battle prowess was not bad, he was still no match for so many cultivators.

At present, the only person capable of dealing with so many cultivators was the black-robed Zhuowen.

However, the black-clothed Zhuowen's injuries were too severe, and he was far from fully recovered.

In order to let the black-clothed Zhuowen recover as soon as possible, Zhuowen took out all the Level 1 and Level 2 divine medicines from his Spirit Ring to treat the black-clothed Zhuowen, hoping that the black-clothed Zhuowen could recover in a short period of time.

Half a month later, Zhuo Wen stopped on top of a hill. However, before he could rest for long, a group of divine weapons came crashing down on the hill, smashing the entire hill into smithereens.

Zhuowen was forced to dodge helplessly. At this moment, his face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He was already injured, and he had been running for his life for half a month. The exhaustion of his mental and physical strength had taken a huge toll on him.

The cultivators chasing Zhuowen took turns to fight him, not giving him any chance to rest. This was why Zhuowen had consumed so much energy in just half a month.

In the end, Zhuowen landed on a mountain peak. He had already reached his limit. He immediately turned around and stared calmly at the two hundred plus cultivators in front of him.

In the beginning, there were only nearly 655 cultivators besieging Zhuowen. Later, the self-detonation of the Supreme Dao Flame Sword killed over 75 of them, leaving only over 25 cultivators.

However, half a month's worth of pursuit had naturally alarmed the other cultivators on the 60th floor. Following that, the other cultivators joined the ranks of the besiegers.

The team of over 25 cultivators had grown to over 755 cultivators. That was nearly two-thirds of all the cultivators on the 60th floor. At any rate, those who could make it to the 60th floor were not ordinary cultivators. Thus, it was only natural that there would not be too many of them.

"What?

You can't run anymore? "

A man with a full beard crossed his arms and stared mockingly at the exhausted Zhuowen in front of him.

He could also tell that Zhuowen had reached his limit and was unable to escape from their clutches.

"Why aren't you handing over the spirit ring on your body?"

"Be sensible and hand over the spirit ring. Also, honestly tell us what you obtained from the Devilfall Valley. Perhaps we will let you die a quick death."

"..."

The cultivators around the bearded man were all clamoring, not putting Zhuowen in their eyes at all.

Zhuowen raised his head and looked at the crowd in front of him, his eyes filled with coldness, and said: "Since you want my spirit ring, then I'll give it to you!"

With that, Zhuowen took off the spirit ring and threw it towards the crowd.

"Snatch!"

The moment Zhuowen threw out the spirit ring, many cultivators' eyes lit up. They couldn't wait to rush out, wanting to snatch the spirit ring.

The bearded man who had spoken just now was the fastest. He was far ahead of the crowd. With a stroke of his right hand, he grabbed the spirit ring in his hand.

However, the moment the bearded man grabbed the spirit ring, he let out a blood-curdling scream. His right hand was severed from his shoulder and blood splattered everywhere. The intense pain caused him to involuntarily cover the wound on his severed right arm.

Ci ci ci!

The bearded man realized that something was wrong and hurriedly retreated. Unfortunately, a terrifying bolt of lightning that was as sharp as a sword suddenly blasted onto his head.

Puchi!

In an instant, the bearded man's entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist. He couldn't be any more dead.

The death of the bearded man immediately caused many of the cultivators behind him to stiffen and their expressions to become sluggish.

Soon after, everyone saw a figure whose entire body was filled with black lightning walk out from the Spiritual Ring.

This person was dressed in a black robe and his body was surrounded by surging demonic energy. Within the demonic energy, there was a faint purplish black lightning, as if terrifying lightning was constantly brewing in the dark clouds.

This person slowly took the spirit ring and leisurely wore it on the middle finger of his right hand. Immediately after, a pair of pitch-black demonic eyes stared coldly at the cultivators in front of him.

This pair of eyes was filled with an ancient indifference. It gave everyone the feeling that the heavens were coldly looking down on them.

At this moment, in this pair of eyes, all of them were like ants. They were extremely lowly.

"It's … It's the guy who went through twenty lightning disasters. He's Real God Extreme Thunder!"

In the crowd, someone's voice trembled.

Real God Extreme Thunder was the first step of an Extreme Dao Real God. Legend had it that Real God Extreme Thunder had terrifying fighting power and had mastered the ultimate power of lightning disasters. He was a terrifying Real God that only existed in legends.

Now, in front of them, Real God Extreme Thunder had truly appeared. Moreover, the aura of Real God Extreme Thunder was so strong that it caused them to feel fear.

"Do you want the spirit ring?

Come and snatch it. I can tell you clearly that Devilfall Valley contains countless disaster crystals, many precious mineral veins, many precious divine medicines, endless resources and the inheritance of the Demon Way Almighty. "

"All of these are in my Spiritual Ring. If you can kill me, then all of these things will be yours."

Zhuowen, who was shrouded in demonic aura, let out a bewitching voice and instantly ignited the greed in the hearts of countless cultivators at the scene.

"So what if he's Real God Extreme Thunder?

He's only one person and we have two hundred people. Everyone, attack together. This person will definitely die. "

In the crowd, someone suddenly shouted. It was as though he was trying to boost his courage and also the courage of everyone else.

"That's right!

He's only one person and we have so many people. So what if he's Real God Extreme Thunder? "

"Real God Extreme Thunder originally existed in legends. This person is only pretending to be mysterious. His goal is to make us retreat. Everyone, don't be fooled."

"…"

Voices rose one after another from the crowd, and the fear that had filled everyone's hearts was completely washed away.

Greed overcame the fear of the unknown and it blinded everyone's eyes. Hence, everyone took out their divine weapons and attacked Zhuowen courageously. They hoped to kill this person and obtain the spirit ring that contained the inheritance and treasures of Devilfall Valley.

The black-clothed Zhuo Wen smirked coldly. In half a month's time, under the treatment of many divine medicines, the black-clothed Zhuo Wen had recovered completely. Moreover, he had obtained the true power of Real God Extreme Thunder.

However, he had also suffered a great loss. Originally, with Devour's recovery power, he only needed a period of time to recover.

However, Zhuo Wen was surrounded and chased by so many cultivators. The black-robed Zhuo Wen could only consume precious divine herbs to recover as quickly as possible. The price he paid was that he had used up all his Tier 2 and Tier 1 divine herbs. This made Zhuo Wen's heart ache.

Zhuowen decided that he would make up for the price that he had to pay from the cultivators who were chasing after him.

Boom!

Terrifying purple lightning spread out and formed a huge lightning gate.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! More than two hundred divine weapons hit the lightning gate but they were unable to break it open.

Creak!

The Lightning Gate opened wide, and the many Divine Artifacts were sent flying. The black-robed Zhuo Wen took a step forward, opened his mouth, and spat out a sharp Lightning Sword.

The lightning sword was ten feet long and its surface was covered with purple lightning. It was the Extreme Lightning Sword and it was Real God Extreme Thunder's powerful weapon.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The black clothed Zhuo Wen suddenly slashed out with the Extreme Lightning Sword in his hand. Instantly, lightning appeared in the sky like a river of stars, and then the two hundred plus God Artifacts were blasted apart.

Zhuowen took a step forward with his right foot and rushed to the front of the cultivators. His speed was as fast as lightning.

The five cultivators at the front only felt a bolt of lightning flash before their eyes. Then, they realized that they had been beheaded. Their heads were thrown high into the air, and they could only watch as their headless corpses fell to the ground.

Puff!

Puff!

The black-clothed Zhuo Wen was like a God of Slaughter as he charged into the crowd. A terrifying bloody wind was stirred up. Blood rained down like a torrential downpour. When it landed on the ground, it formed a river of blood.

Although many cultivators tried their best to take out their divine weapons to block, they were all destroyed by the Extreme Lightning Sword. They could not block the Extreme Lightning Sword at all.

In just twenty breaths' time, more than half of the two hundred cultivators were killed.

"This is Real God Extreme Thunder's power. It's too terrifying. Let's go!"

A cultivator was shivering and he had lost all will to fight. He screamed and retreated.

The cultivator's words were like a fuse that caused the rest of the cultivators to panic. Then, the cultivators started to run in all directions.

"What?

Who set up a trap array here? Damn it! "

However, when these cultivators retreated a thousand meters, they suddenly realized that a huge trapping formation had appeared behind them, blocking their path of retreat.

Zhuowen watched everything from the back quietly. He formed a seal with his right hand and set up a strong trap array with the Seal of All Things.