There was a huge scar on the ancient god's chest. It was as if someone had almost sliced his chest open before Heng Ji. Even if an eight-star ancient god was not a royal, the strength of his physical body was still terrifying. Even so, such a wound had been left on him, which was enough to show just how powerful the person who had left this scar was.
Roar!
The ancient god was less than 1,000 feet away from Wang Lin. Although it was far, with the ancient god's 10,000 feet body, it was less than the distance of a fist. The instant he closed in, the eight-star ancient god let out a roar and threw a punch at Wang Lin.
An extremely powerful storm roared and swept away the fog in the area. A huge illusory figure appeared behind the ancient god.
This illusory figure was also an Ancient God, but it was wearing a suit of armor. A boundless aura of slaughter emanated from this illusory figure, and in the center of this illusory figure's eyebrows, there were actually … nine stars!
Wang Lin was the God of Luck, and he was a royal God of Luck. He knew very well that the illusory figures behind the ancient gods were either their inheritances or their loyalists.
That illusory figure was a symbol that bore witness to the identity of the Ancient God and the source of its inheritance. This Eight-star Ancient God's inheritance or the person it was loyal to was clearly the illusory armored Nine-star Auspicious God behind it!
Even though Wang Lin's eyes were closed, he could clearly sense all of this. When the eight-star ancient god's punch arrived, the galaxy trembled. When the fist was less than 100 feet away from Wang Lin and the wind howled, Wang Lin didn't open his eyes. Instead, he took a step forward and raised his right hand to collide with the God of Luck's fist.
Wang Lin didn't stop moving. He took a step forward and pushed the ancient god to the side. A loud bang echoed, and the ancient god's dim eyes were filled with disbelief. The ancient god's full power punch was pushed away by a gentle palm from Wang Lin.
After pushing away the ancient god's fist, Wang Lin's palm landed on the God of Luck's tall body.
With a boom, the ancient god vomited a mouthful of blood and was forced back 100,000 feet.
Just at that moment, the other three Ancient Gods suddenly arrived. From three different directions, they threw a punch at Wang Lin. The full power of three Eight-star Ancient Gods was extremely terrifying. The moment the three punches neared, seven stars twinkled and rotated between Wang Lin's eyebrows. The Royal Ancient God Star suddenly appeared.
Time seemed to slow down. Wang Lin's eyes were still closed as he took half a step forward. His right hand slapped the fist of one of the ancient gods. A boom rang out, and the ancient god's body trembled. The fist fell to the ground, and Wang Lin walked up to it and placed his hand on its chest.
The ancient god's body violently trembled and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. His body was sent flying tens of thousands of feet away.
Wang Lin turned around and reached out with both hands to grab the fists of the other two God of Luck. Although he only grabbed a small portion of them, it was as if he had grabbed hold of the souls of the two ancient gods. Then he pushed them away.
A huge boom echoed out as the two ancient gods coughed up blood and were sent flying far away.
All of this takes time to describe, but actually happened in the blink of an eye. Wang Lin had forced the four ancient gods to retreat. The golden ring of light on his forehead had dimmed by half and was rapidly fading away. Once it was completely gone, it would be the same as Wang Lin having complete control over it.
Although the ancient gods had been forced back tens of thousands of feet, after the God of Luck, there were still the ancient devils. The four ancient devils were ferocious and bloodthirsty as they charged toward Wang Lin. Devil energy billowed out, and ancient devil divine abilities appeared.
These divine abilities were extremely strange. Some turned into ancient devil treasures, while others turned into shrill spirits that resembled devil souls. They surrounded the four God of Luck and charged toward Wang Lin.
A huge, black battle axe appeared. It was an ancient devil treasure, and one of the four God of Luck slashed toward Wang Lin. Wang Lin's eyes were still closed, but his expression became cold.
The ancient gods were of the same race, so he could hold back a bit. However, the ancient devils and ancient demons were of different races. The moment the battle axe fell, Wang Lin's body flickered and he raised his right hand to press down on the blade of the axe. The ancient devil trembled violently and the axe collapsed into devil energy. Just as it was about to dissipate, the devil energy charged toward Wang Lin's closed right eye.
In the blink of an eye, it was completely absorbed by his right eye.
As he absorbed the devil energy, Wang Lin stepped forward and arrived before the ancient devil. His right hand pressed down on the ancient devil's chest and his fingers clenched into a fist. Then he pulled.
A miserable scream echoed as the 8-star ancient devil's body collapsed into countless pieces of flesh and blood. A dense, black gas was pulled out by Wang Lin and landed on his closed right eye.
All of this didn't stop the other three ancient devils. They seemed to have lost their minds as they recklessly charged forward with their original cruelty and bloodthirst. One of the ancient devils arrived behind Wang Lin and opened his mouth to devour Wang Lin.
At the same time, the other two ancient devils arrived on Wang Lin's left and right. Ji Mo's spell appeared and charged at Wang Lin with devilish energy.
Even the four God of Luck demons closed in.
Wang Lin's expression was calm, and his eyes were still closed. The halo on his forehead was almost completely dim, and only a sliver of golden light was still struggling. He didn't turn around, but when the ancient devil closed in, he retreated and slammed his back into God of Luck.
There was a thunderous bang and the ancient devil let out a miserable scream. Devil energy exploded into a storm, and God of Luck's body collapsed. Wang Lin didn't stop. He walked out of the storm and pressed his left hand against another ancient devil. The Karma Mark appeared once more.
While absorbing the ancient devil's devil energy, Wang Lin calmly moved toward the last ancient devil. Countless God of Luck spells closed in on him, but Wang Lin passed through them as if they were transparent. The ancient devil stared at him in disbelief as his palm landed on his chest.
Thunderous rumbles echoed and the ancient devil turned into fog. Before it could dissipate, it was strangely sucked into Wang Lin's palm and disappeared.
This scene didn't make the four ancient devils stop at all. They charged toward Wang Lin from all directions.
Wang Lin didn't move but pressed his right hand against his closed right eye. The moment he raised his hand, the last sliver of golden light on his forehead disappeared. Now the golden light around his forehead was completely devoid of light.
Wang Lin opened his eyes.
Outside the fog, Old Devil Zhan was excited. He stared at Wang Lin, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"In such a short period of time, he … he really subdued this treasure!!
The possibility of him being the third one isn't 30%, but 50%!
"I've searched the Inner Palace for countless years, and Seven-Colored has also searched the Outer Palace for countless years, but we still haven't found the third one. I don't know where the third one is … If I can find it first …" Old Devil Zhan's eyes lit up and he clenched his fists.
As for Wang Lin, the moment he opened his eyes, the golden blood formed by the Immortal Celestial Body appeared between his eyebrows. It moved along the dim light ring and covered the entire area. As it moved, the light ring gave off an even brighter, golden light.
However, this time, the golden light belonged to Wang Lin! "You're all courting death!"
Wang Lin's white hair moved without any wind. There was still a golden light around his forehead, and his robe was as white as snow. The moment he spoke, a monstrous killing intent spread out from his body.
Under this slaughter aura, Wang Lin raised his right hand and pointed at the sky. A giant, golden palmprint appeared.
War Spirit Print!
This was the first time Wang Lin had used it after awakening from the dream dao, and its power was countless times stronger than before. The moment he used it, space itself trembled. The giant palmprint that seemed to cover the entire star domain pressed down. The four ancient demons trembled and let out miserable screams as the palmprint pierced through their bodies and caused them to collapse.
Strands of demonic energy gathered in Wang Lin's left eye and were absorbed.
"As for the four of you, as ancient gods of my clan, you should have died on the battlefield, but your consciousness was erased and you became puppets … As a king, I can feel your sorrow …" Wang Lin's eyes were filled with sorrow as he looked at the four ancient gods charging at him. He raised his right hand and pointed at them.
The War Spirit Print that had destroyed the four ancient demons changed direction and followed Wang Lin's finger toward the four ancient gods. Wang Lin closed his eyes as if he didn't want to look.
The moment he closed his eyes, a thunderous rumble echoed and the four ancient gods dissipated. Before they died, they revealed expressions of relief. "It's time for the divine retribution to end!"
Wang Lin raised his head and opened his eyes. He looked at the rift and walked toward it. When he closed in on the rift and saw what was inside, his pupils shrank.
Inside the rift was the same as the world he had seen before. It was endless, the sky was dim, and there were countless stone statues on the ground.
These statues were of ancient gods, ancient devils, and ancient demons.
Real celestial spiritual energy filled this place. It wasn't dense, but it was obviously different from outside. This celestial spiritual energy was the aura of the Immortal Astral Continent.
Below Wang Lin, there was an ancient demon statue, and there was a young man standing there. This young man had a head of white hair and was wearing a white robe. His eyes were cold as he looked up at the sky.
Wang Lin's gaze only shrank when he saw this young man.
Whether it was his appearance, aura, or everything else, this young man was exactly the same as him!
Wang Lin's eyes returned to normal and he slowly said, "Who are you?"
(To be continued)