On the ground of the Black Palace, four Tree-man Demigods were hidden in the forests in four directions.

Under their control, countless roots swayed gently, and numerous plants passed on messages.

Even across the walls of the Black Palace, the plants could communicate information.

After obtaining the exact positions of the five Demigods inside the Black Palace, the Tree-man Demigods relayed the information to Zhou Leng.

Deep within the Black Palace.

In the underground palace, monitoring room.

Some Demon Warlocks, dressed in suits, lazily watched the spell screens, sipping coffee and chatting.

"Where to hang out tonight?"

"Where’s the most fun?"

"Go near Sixth Avenue, it’s all bars, you can choose any from different countries, just show your demon identity, and people will swarm over like crazy."

"No, no, no, I’m afraid of getting infected..."

Suddenly, a red dot flickered on one of the screens.

"A powerful force is approaching from underground, immediately..."

Boom!

The wall exploded, and a figure burst through.

His running speed was so fast that the force around him carried masses of earth, mingled with the power of a Martial Saint, forming a fountain of earth and Qi Force behind him, charging into the underground palace at tens of Mach speed.

Walls collapsed, support columns broke, and all the demons were instantly smashed into pulp, mixing with the earth as the charge continued.

At the forefront of this torrent of earth, Qi Force, and flesh, a human passed through layers of walls.

In a vast underground hall, a Lower Martial Saint suddenly stood up, muscles twisting into iron, his body expanding into a pitch-black demon with two horns growing from his head, his aura almost on par with an ordinary Middle-level Martial Saint.

He was unsure of the enemy’s strength, but he knew that this time, the enemy’s power far exceeded his imagination.

Appearing when the Upper-Rank Martial Saint was absent and able to suddenly attack here, the opponent must be a formidable foe of the Demon Worship Sect.

He stood still, just staring in the direction of the incoming enemy.

As the Eagle Alliance’s finest Lower Martial Saint, Bateson was fearless.

A loud crash, the wall surface exploded, accompanied by debris and white Qi Force, a figure familiar to the whole world emerged.

"Hmph, I’ve heard you’re impressive, I..."

Bateson lunged straight at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng’s gaze was squarely forward, not even glancing at Bateson to his left front.

As the Lower Martial Saint approached, Zhou Leng continued to look straight ahead, then extended his left hand, all five fingertips aimed at the Lower Sword Saint.

At the Martial Saint stage, the Void-Breaking Finger Technique utilized the power of the Star-slaying Nineteen Swords, transforming the sword into a finger.

Five fingertips of the left hand each burst out with a ball of white light, and within each ball of white light, twelve streams of white Finger Sword Qi shot out.

Sixty streams of Finger Sword Qi, like lasers, flew over a hundred meters, rapidly rotating and cutting, producing a buzzing sound, and in a blink, each stream of Finger Sword Qi traversed hundreds of back-and-forth paths ahead.

The sixth sword of the Star-slaying Nineteen Swords, Star Chaos.

Swish, swish, swish, swish...

In a blink, that Lower Martial Saint was sliced thousands of times back and forth.

He hesitated momentarily, glanced down slightly, his entire body cut into minuscule pieces by laser-like Finger Sword Qi.

Crash... His entire body collapsed like a building, the fragments dropping to the ground.

From start to finish, Zhou Leng never glanced at him; instead, he punched a huge hole in the wall in front and charged into the place where the Demon Worship Sect’s Middle-level Martial Saint resided.

This was an underground practice hall as large as a basketball court, where a Middle-level Martial Saint fully demonized into a three-meter-tall form, with densely packed spikes and a bladed longtail flicking gently against the ground, stared at Zhou Leng.

His entire body was dark red, his eyes blazing with blood-red flames.

"You’ve got a lot of guts..."

The Middle-level Martial Saint stomped the ground and charged forward, with air and True Qi behind him condensing into a headless six-winged dark angel.

With a swing of the fist, a vast dark Qi surged forth, instantly engulfing Zhou Leng upfront.

Suddenly, the dark Qi split open in the middle, the edges flapping like tattered black cloth, rapidly reversing backward.

A pure white Qi Force enveloped Zhou Leng, tearing through the dark Qi, charging straight at the Middle-level Martial Saint.

"The light of God is inviolable by mortals."

That Middle-level Martial Saint finished speaking, and suddenly, from all directions, eight headless six-winged dark angels appeared, raising staff in both hands, crashing towards Zhou Leng together.

Zhou Leng’s right fist suddenly shone brightly, rapidly expanding.

Divine Light, Sky Blast.

With one punch, the Divine Light melted and shattered the angels from all directions.

Taking one more step, in an instant, ten shadowy arms appeared before him, each with a glowing giant fist at its end.

Ten Suns Burst Simultaneously.

Boom!

A powerful force exploded, engulfing the Middle-level Martial Saint and transforming into a white Divine Light, piercing through the underground palace, slanting upward to approach the ground.

As it progressed, the earth split in two, causing massive collapse.

On the ground.

Not far from the Black Palace stood the renowned Grand Monument, an obelisk built by fusing styles from the Olive Nation, Pyramid Nation, and others.

In front of the obelisk was a gigantic square reflection pool, clear and transparent, reflecting the cloudy sky.

This was one of the most famous tourist spots in the Eagle Alliance; visitors from all over gathered here.

Even with today’s gloomy weather, dense clouds couldn’t stop them from capturing memories.

One by one, the tourists took out their phones or Demonized Watches, aiming at the more than a hundred-meter-high obelisk, searching for angles to capture the shot.

Rumble, rumble...

The earth quaked.

Between the Black Palace and the obelisk, the ground collapsed over a vast area, and a brilliant white light pierced through the ground, shooting upward at an angle, striking the center of the obelisk.

With a loud crash, the obelisk snapped, the upper part flying out diagonally, crashing to the ground.

After passing through the obelisk, the white light continued into the sky at an angle, leaving behind circular white shockwaves, piercing through the clouds, vanishing into the horizon.

Above the clouds, there appeared a massive hole with a diameter of tens of kilometers.

Brilliant sunlight poured down, forming a gigantic pillar of light that illuminated half of the National Capital.

Like a golden crown, it crowned the city.

A figure, glowing all over, darted past the remaining half of the monument, causing roar wherever it passed, with everyone around being shaken to death on the spot.

Only martial arts masters from afar saw clearly multiple powerful Half-Divine Artifacts manifest on the person’s body, but they were all shattered.

Suddenly, another figure appeared, stopping, halting at the spot where the upper half of the obelisk had fallen.

They bent down, grabbed the broken obelisk, and lifted it with one hand, the tip facing the direction the first figure was fleeing.

Numerous tourists gasped.

Even though in his grip was the upper half of the obelisk, it exceeded sixty meters in height, and weighed tens of thousands of tons.

Yet, in his hand, it was like holding a mop pole, light and effortless.

Many suddenly gasped, calling out the name of the figure.

"Zhou Leng..."

"It’s Martial Saint Zhou..."

More people started capturing the moment.

They saw Zhou Leng take a deep breath, his chest and abdomen rising like the sun and moon, terrifying power surging forth, enveloping the entire obelisk.

Then, he vigorously hurled it forward.

Like throwing a javelin.

Boom...

The gigantic obelisk accelerated instantly to an incredible speed, emitting great shockwaves, friction igniting it into a fiery red trail.

The huge obelisk flew with a roar, slowly crumbling as it advanced.

Just before fully disintegrating, the obelisk’s tip struck the back of the Middle-level Martial Saint ahead.

With a massive crash, the obelisk tore through the Middle-level Martial Saint, pierced the large bridge over the Mark River, and fell into the great river, churning up towering waves.