I have a city in another world

Chapter 7013 One Sword Breaks Through the Secret Realm
When Tang Zhen cleaved open the dome of the secret realm with a single sword strike, scattering the hope of survival into the abyss of despair, the faces of the group of wizards below who had previously regarded him as an enemy were instantly filled with disbelief and astonishment.

They never imagined that at this critical moment when life and death hung in the balance, the one who would lend a helping hand and break free from this prison of death would be this mysterious entity that they had once been wary of and even hostile to.

But at that moment, the instinct for survival overwhelmed all complex thoughts.

Without giving them time to think, they fled the desperate situation as quickly as possible.

The appearance of the crack was like pouring cold water into a boiling oil pan, instantly arousing the monster's ferocious rage.

They could leisurely consume and torture their trapped prey, much like toying with insects caught in a spider's web, reveling in their despair.

But now, the prey that was about to be eaten was about to fly away, which completely enraged these bloodthirsty monsters.

One of the monstrous, ferocious-looking water monsters, exuding an aura of madness, raised its head and let out a hoarse, piercing roar that seemed to come from the ancient abyss.

The roar was like a battle cry, and the surrounding water monsters immediately responded with equally frantic howls, the eerie sound waves echoing continuously throughout the secret realm.

The next moment, the water monster, like an enraged swarm of bees, leaped wildly from the icy water and charged recklessly toward the surviving cultivators who were trying to escape.

Claws, fangs, corrosive liquid, and even their twisted bodies themselves became weapons, like deadly black tides, desperately trying to drag the explorers back into the dark cave and sink them with them into the depths of the icy waters.

How could the cultivators who saw the dawn of life sit idly by and wait for death?

The will to survive transformed into a tremendous force, urging the remaining power to rush towards the crack overhead that emitted the light of the sky.

In this chaotic and critical moment, several ninth-level cultivators demonstrated the responsibility and admirable qualities of strong individuals.

Instead of relying on their cultivation to escape first, they took the initiative to shoulder the heavy responsibility of covering the rear, standing like pillars in the middle of the river, blocking the most dangerous direction.

Various methods were employed to construct solid defensive lines, desperately resisting the frenzied attacks of the water monsters and buying precious time for the other lower-level explorers to escape.

Taking this chance to catch their breath, the explorers struggled to climb and leap along the steep, slippery rock face at the edge of the crevice.

When they used both hands and feet to crawl out of the crack that resembled a heavenly gate, and their feet touched the solid ground that was covered with rocks, a feeling of exhaustion from surviving a disaster almost made the explorers collapse to the ground.

Upon closer inspection of the surroundings, it turned out to be not the outside world as one had imagined.
The sky was a gloomy, oppressive expanse, as if permanently sealed off by thick, boundless dust, obscuring the sun, moon, and stars, and making it impossible to discern any direction.

The surrounding area was filled with an aura of desolation and death, making it impossible to tell whether this was another layer of the secret realm or the real outside area.

Standing on the rugged ground, the explorers suppressed their confusion and tried to recover their physical and magical strength as quickly as possible.

The danger was not far off; from the cave below the crack, the sounds of fierce fighting and the roars of the water monster could still be heard.

Instead of taking a good look at the unfamiliar environment, they spontaneously sprang into action and devoted themselves to rescuing their companions who had escaped.

The rope was thrown down, arms were stretched out, and people pulled and helped each other. At that moment, the instinct for survival made the explorers exceptionally united.

Not everyone is selfless. Some cultivators, the moment they escaped danger, had a glint in their eyes and the idea of ​​fleeing the perilous place alone took root in their hearts.

But all that could be seen was a strange and eerie forest of rocks, the sky was oppressive and chilling, and unknown dangers seemed to lurk in the distance.

This unsettling environment immediately dispelled their idea of ​​traveling alone.

In a completely unknown and dangerous situation, sticking together for warmth might be the only option. They could only suppress their thoughts and "obediently" join the rescue team, hoping to protect themselves in the upcoming collective operation.

During breaks from their busy rescue efforts, many explorers would unconsciously glance up and observe the figure silently suspended in the air.

At this moment, Tang Zhen still maintained the posture he had when he cleaved open the secret realm, standing quietly in the void, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze.

His face remained calm and expressionless, as if the earth-shattering sword strike just now was merely a casual gesture, with no further action taken.

Such a calm attitude is all the more admirable and reassuring.

A ninth-level cultivator, who was responsible for covering the rear and had some injuries, took a deep breath after confirming that most of the survivors had successfully escaped. He took the initiative to fly forward and came to the same height as Tang Zhen. He solemnly cupped his hands in greeting, and his voice was tired but extremely sincere: "Thank you for saving us. If you had not cut through this predicament, we would have had a hard time escaping."

These low-level cultivators probably have no chance of survival!

His gratitude came from the bottom of his heart. Without Tang Zhen's intervention, the ninth-level cultivators, though able to hold out for a while longer, would ultimately not have been able to withstand the combined attack of the divine skeleton monsters.

Those puppets made from the remains of gods must have undergone a horrific mutation, long since transforming from treasures into terrifying hunters.

The evil spirits that control them are filled with a deep-seated hatred and destructive desire for all living beings, and will never allow the explorers to leave.

Hidden deep within the secret realm, there is a "being" that even Tang Zhen, who fought alone against four divine skeleton puppets and was gaining the upper hand, chose to retreat. Just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.

Under the cover of several ninth-level cultivators, the last group of surviving explorers finally escaped the secret realm and struggled to climb out of the crack that resembled the mouth of a giant beast.

While everyone was still in shock and trying to figure out where they were, Tang Zhen, who was suspended in the air, started moving again.

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand and, without hesitation, slashed down fiercely at a seemingly ordinary, rugged ground in the distance.

A cold light, no less powerful than before, suddenly flashed, containing a chilling spatial cutting power that precisely struck the area of ​​jumbled rocks filled with tall stone pillars.

"Boom--!"

Where the sword light passed, those tall stone pillars that had existed for countless years broke and collapsed like rotten wood, tearing open another huge and deep crack in the ground.

Then, another mutation occurred!
An incredibly thick column of water, mixed with countless pebbles, silt, and some unidentifiable debris, erupted like a suppressed volcano.

Amidst the surging water column, there were many figures—panicked explorers with expressions of disbelief!
They were trapped in a secluded area of ​​the secret realm, attacked by a water monster, and awaited death in despair.

I never dreamed that Tang Zhen would cleave the rock wall above my head with a single sword strike, and then I would be swept away to the outside world by the backflow of water.

The survivors, tossed into the air by the water and then crashing heavily onto the pile of rocks, wore extremely mixed expressions.

The ecstasy of surviving a disaster, the extreme bewilderment at the sudden change in environment, and the disbelief as if in a dream.

They clearly hadn't anticipated that they would escape the dark secret realm in such a sudden and fortunate way.

Tang Zhen's second sword strike not only demonstrated terrifying power once again, but also staged an incredible yet awe-inspiring rescue right before everyone's eyes!

A group of explorers who had just escaped danger looked at him with complex and unreadable expressions, their gratitude mixed with a deep sense of awe.