I have a city in another world

Upon seeing Tang Zhen surrounded, the group of explorers were startled, their feelings a mixture of joy and fear.

Logically speaking, Tang Zhen was an intruder who stole the opportunity that belonged to them.

If he were to encounter setbacks or danger, the explorers should be happy, for then there would be one less threat and one less competitor.

However, from another perspective, they, like Tang Zhen, are explorers of the secret realm, facing common enemies and challenges.

If Tang Zhen fails, they may not benefit, and may even pay a heavy price.

The four divine skeleton puppets did not care about the relationship between Tang Zhen and the explorer, and launched an attack on them equally.

The explorers were hoping that Tang Zhen and the Divine Relic Puppet would fight to the death, leaving them both severely wounded, so that they could seize the opportunity to launch an attack.

Or perhaps a fierce battle would allow them to gather more intelligence, facilitating their subsequent operations.

The situation on the battlefield is beyond their control; all they can do now is observe quietly.

The rune array took shape, and the battle situation instantly reversed.

At this moment, the four divine skeleton puppets simultaneously unleashed a suffocating pressure, launching deadly attacks on Tang Zhen from four directions.

"You ant, I sentence you to die!"

The puppet in heavy black armor was the first to attack, its giant axe whistling through the air as it cleaved down, attempting to split Tang Zhen in two.

The dark red liquid on the axe blade splashed out with swift swings, each drop transforming into a hideous ghost face in the air.

This is the blood of the dead, formed from the slaying of countless lives; it is an extremely insidious method of attack.

Where blood splatters, hideous faces will grow, opening their mouths to emit piercing screams.

Wherever the giant axe passed, tiny cracks appeared in the space, as if even the secret realm itself could not withstand the power of this blow.

"You think you can kill me? This isn't enough!"

Tang Zhen slightly shifted his body, and a golden light burst forth from his fingertips, blocking the giant axe at the critical moment.

"The power of rules?"

The evil spirit controlling the divine puppet was surprisingly insightful, immediately recognizing that Tang Zhen's attack was not quite right.

"How can a ninth-level cultivator like you use such an ability? There's something wrong with you, a serious problem!"

Amidst the sounds of doubt, the divine puppet's attacks grew increasingly fierce, as if it was eager to suppress and study Tang Zhen.

Each axe blow was faster than the last, like lightning bolts, continuously slashing at the surface of Tang Zhen's shield.

The two forces collided and canceled each other out, leaving Tang Zhen unharmed.

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the shockwave from the collision shattered the ground within a radius of several dozen feet.

At this moment, Tang Zhen's body shone with golden light once again.

The ghosts formed from the blood of the Forgotten Ones vanished into thin air the moment they came into contact with the golden light, letting out a shrill scream.

Just then, the green flames on the altar on the shoulder of the second bronze golem surged, and countless evil spirits swarmed out.

The eight arms of the divine puppet simultaneously wielded various instruments of torture, transforming into light and shadow to continuously drive away evil spirits while also attacking Tang Zhen.

Spiked iron whips lashed out, leaving afterimages, while spiked bronze hammers slammed into the ground.

Bloodstained instruments of torture and ferocious demons sealed off all escape routes from all directions.

"You lowly ant, I pronounce your judgment once again: you will suffer divine punishment and perish!"

The pronouncement of the divine puppet once again resounded throughout the entire space, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"A bunch of inhuman, ghostly, cobbled-together monsters, actually thinking they're high and mighty gods, able to wield their words and rule over everything!"

"Even if they are truly gods, they have no right to judge me!"

Tang Zhen snorted coldly, activated a divine rune of rules, and thousands of profound runes suddenly appeared around his body. The runes spun rapidly, transforming into an indestructible barrier. The torture instruments and evil spirits continuously attacked the barrier, bursting out dazzling flames, but they could not break through it even slightly.

"Another rule-based divine rune, what's this guy's background?"

The furious roar dissipated faintly in the spatial fluctuations.

The third puppet seized the opportunity to launch an attack, and the black mist on its lower body suddenly spread, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Within the thick fog, countless eyes opened simultaneously, projecting terrifying illusions that could drive one's mind to the brink of madness.

Twisted ghosts stretched out their claws from the mist, emitting disturbing howls, attempting to dismantle Tang Zhen's will on a spiritual level.

"Little tricks."

A golden light flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes, and the terrifying illusion melted away like ice and snow.

He raised his hand and pointed, and a pure white flame roared out, dispersing the black mist wherever it passed. The souls of the dead screamed in the flames and turned into wisps of green smoke.

The eerie and sinister fourth puppet finally seized its opportunity to attack Tang Zhen.

Its figure flickered across the battlefield like a ghost, its scimitar drawing deadly trajectories in the air. Each appearance was fleeting, and its attacks were cunning and ruthless, targeting Tang Zhen's blind spots.

The mask sprayed venom from its mouth, which corroded the ground, creating deep grooves and emitting a nauseating stench.

The four puppets worked in perfect harmony, launching wave after wave of attacks, giving Tang Zhen no chance to catch his breath.

The giant axe had just been deflected when instruments of torture rained down. The illusion had barely been broken when the poisoned blade was already at his throat.

They were tireless, their killing intent boiling, and every move contained earth-shattering power.

The cultivators watching the battle all paled in shock.

This level of combat was beyond their comprehension; even a slight ripple of energy required them to defend against it with all their might.

Those cultivators who were closer were even shaken by the aftershocks of the battle, coughing up blood and hastily retreating.

The Wrathful Flame Wizard was pale. At this moment, he finally realized how ridiculous his previous idea of ​​challenging Tang Zhen had been.

Faced with such a being, he couldn't even withstand a single move.

Despite being surrounded by four puppets, Tang Zhen remained calm and composed.

His figure flickered erratically amidst the dense attacks, each movement perfectly avoiding a fatal blow. His hands formed hand seals with such speed that they left afterimages, and he effortlessly conjured countless profound spells.

Seizing a fleeting opportunity, Tang Zhen struck the black puppet's breastplate with his palm. The force of his palm penetrated the armor, causing the puppet's massive body to tremble violently, and fine cracks appeared on the breastplate.

The flickering tricolor soul flames dimmed noticeably, then emitted an angry roar.

Seeing this, the other three puppets attacked even more frantically. The bronze puppet's eight arms swung like a whirlwind, and green flames shot into the sky.

The black mist of the multi-eyed puppet re-condensed, and the illusions projected from its eyes became even more terrifying, turning from illusion to reality, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The white-robed puppet's movement speed suddenly increased by three points, and the cold light slashed out by the curved blades almost formed a continuous line.

Tang Zhen let out a long roar and finally used his true trump card.

A golden light shone brightly around him, and a huge Dharma image rose from behind him, though it was so blurry that its true form could not be seen.

The four divine skeleton puppets were all taken aback, and a deep sense of panic rose in their hearts.

With a wave of his hand, the mysterious Dharma Image unleashed countless chains of laws, which coiled around the four puppets like serpents.

The battle reached its climax, with the chains of law clashing fiercely with the puppet's weapons, unleashing a deafening roar that shook the entire secret realm as if it might collapse at any moment.

The ninth-level cultivators watching from afar exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing a deep shock in the other's eyes. They finally understood why even a demigod cultivator would perish at Tang Zhen's hands.

Such strength was completely beyond their comprehension, even surpassing that of a ninth-level cultivator.

Unbeknownst to them, deep within the secret realm, an even more terrifying aura was slowly awakening. (End of Chapter)