Paradise of Demonic Gods

Everyone present looked at this scene in astonishment. No one had expected that Grade—the fiercest and craziest amongst the 13 Commanders—would be injured in just an instant. This Fang Xingjian, who had just assumed the position of commander in the White Army, seemed to be a lot stronger than they had expected.

At the sight of this scene, Hui He's eyes were filled with a hint of solemnness.

However, at this moment, before several billion people worldwide, how could they possibly back off? Moreover, the victory would only be decided after a fight. After all, neither he nor Grade had unleashed their full powers yet.

Therefore, as Grade was being pushed back, Hui He made his move, also using the attack—The World Abides to the Heart. Despite this, its prowess was over ten times stronger than the version that Qin Wang had performed.

The world stopped moving, and the air came to a standstill. Numerous gray dust particles stopped in midair. It was as if the pause button had been pressed on everyone and everything.

Wherever gray energy passed by, everything in the world was sealed and the world came to a standstill. All the movements in the microscopic world seemed to be extremely close to an actual motionless state.

The sealed space extended out toward the Panwei Sword, and a tremendous amount of gray light instantly wrapped around the Panwei Sword.

"Seal!"

With a cold bellow from Hui He, gray light formed many long gray bandages that wrapped around the Panwei Sword.

Almost every one of these Deathly Bandages—which were created through microscopic means—possessed unique traits that surpassed aerospace materials' characteristics in being able to exist in a stable state under most hellish environments. Even a pull of several hundred tons would not be able to damage it in the least.

Following this, a huge gray coffin descended from the sky, slowly sucking in the longsword that was wrapped up by the bandages.

The darkness in the gray coffin seemed as if it was connected to an alternate dimension. No matter what modern technological probing means were used, there was no way to perceive the situation in it.

The entire process was quick as lightning and was completed in almost the blink of an eye. By the time everyone reacted to what was going on, the silver longsword was already been wrapped up in layers of bandages and was slowly being sucked into the coffin, inch by inch.

Almost like it was sensing danger, the entire silver longsword trembled wildly, wanting to break out from the suction force from the coffin.

Hui He smirked and pushed out a palm. A huge purely gray hand materialized. It seemed to be made from actual flesh and blood, with every vein and artery appearing in great detail. Majestic powers burst out, bringing about strong gales that sent the hall's roof—which weighed over one million ton—flying.

This palm struck toward the longsword, wanting to push it into the coffin.

Just then, a myriad of sword light shot out from Panwei Sword.

Earlier on, the Panwei Sword had only sent out one or two streams of sword light and it had already managed to crush everyone from the Gray Army. It had been hard to fend off.

When a myriad of sword light flickered at this moment, a hint of astonishment flashed on Hui He's face.

Pffft pffft sounds kept ringing out, and the Deathly Bandages were completely shattered, turning into dust that dissipated into the sky.

Then, without stopping, the sword light pierced through the impending huge gray hand. As if dismembered by countless sharp blades, the gray palm scattered explosively into a myriad of fragments. Simultaneously, the gray coffin also exploded, turning into endless fragments.

Breaking through Hui He's seal in an instant, the myriad of sword light did not stop at all. They gathered into one point and struck out toward Hui He.

Hui He let out an enraged bellow, and The World Abides to the Heart's sealed space suddenly contracted. It turned into a gray light sphere that was the size of a basketball, crashing toward the sword light.

The World Abides to the Heart's sealed space continued to contract with space, and its strength kept on increasing. When it reached the size of a basketball, all the microparticles seemed to stop moving, and their temperatures reached an unprecedented negative 260 degrees Celsius.

This was the great skill that Hui He had created when he stepped into the microscopic domain—Zero Seal.

At the next moment, the Light Pursuit Sword's sword light and the Zero Seal's light sphere clashed fiercely together.

Without any sound, the light sphere broke down. The sword light pierced a great hole in Hui He's body with a flash.

Amidst an agonizing cry, Hui He's body shattered and countless amounts of gray energy dissipated. They then slowly formed a new body. Hui He now looked warily at the Panwei Sword.

'Where on earth did this Fang Xingjian pop up from? His understanding toward the world, technology, and universal truth portrayed in that stream of sword light earlier are simply deep and unfathomable.'

Seeing that he was unable to take down Fang Xingjian single-handedly, Hui He let out a low bellow, shaking up the air. He said to Grade, "Grade, what are you still standing there for? Let's attack together to suppress him."

Grade's black air currents, that had been scattered explosively, were already extended out from his body once again. The horror in his eyes gradually dissipated, now replaced by endless feelings of greed and desire.

An unknown power had injured him at the instant he came into contact with the Panwei Sword, to the extent of even leaving an extremely horrified emotion in his body. However, Grade's true nature was still greed. It was an instinct that was deeply engraved in his bones. Numerous consciousness were shouting this loudly.

Therefore, within a short period of time, the greed in his heart overcame the feeling of horror. Moreover, the amount of greed in his heart was unprecedented due to how special the Panwei Sword was. Surges of black aura rose from the surface of his body like many water bubbles, and he seemed to have become stronger.

Encompassed by a black aura, his eyes were fixed on the silver sword and Jessica as he bellowed out crazily, "Hand over this sword and hand over the page of the Book of Wisdom! They are both mine!"

As he spoke, the black aura rose once again, and a myriad of consciousness were bellowing out in void space. Streams of black souls kept flying out from Grade's body and then went pouncing toward Jessica.

They bellowed out loudly. Their eyes were filled with black light, and endless feelings of greed appeared as if wanting to engulf everything in this world.

These were the avaricious souls that Grade had unleashed from his body. Each of them was a member of the Black Army. Due to the power of greed, they had engulfed each other and had always been suppressed in Grade's body.

Right now, with Grade unleashing them all at once, it was as if the entire Black Army had descended from the sky.

Faced with an overwhelming amount of avaricious souls, the Panwei Sword trembled slightly once again, and a myriad of sword light instantly fought intensely against them.

However, this time around, the sword light which could slash through everything was no longer effective. Every one of those souls bit out greedily toward the sword light that had shot out toward them. They started to slowly engulf these beams of sword light.

Seeing that both parties were at a stalemate, Hui He made a move once again.

Hui He's right hand suddenly clenched tightly. This simple act of clenching his fist seemed to have pulled in all the light and brilliance in the world. A state—which was as if he had grasped the world in his hand and was looking down from a great height—seethed out, making it hard for one to hold back the urge to kneel and bow to worship him.