Divine Seal: I, the Heaven-Defying Demonic Dragon, captured the goddess!

Chapter 162 I am the sinner of my clan!
The statue was about ten meters tall, standing there quietly, wearing a gorgeous black robe that looked lifelike. On the black robe, golden runes were shining.

Outside the robe is a large white cloak, which forms a sharp contrast with the black robe inside. The hood of the cloak is worn on the head, making the statue's face look very dark and unable to really see its appearance.

In its right hand, it held a staff that was two meters longer than its height. The staff was a mixture of three colors: black, white, and gold.

These three colors are intertwined. Black represents pure death, gold represents holy light, and the white seems to be related to the summoning power of the summoning magician.

Three colors of metal coiled up to form this magical staff. On the top of the staff was a huge crystal that was carved into the shape of a skull. It was all white and looked like an enlarged version of the Eternal Melody pendant.

Everyone was shocked when looking at the statue. Even though it was just a statue and everyone knew it was not a real entity, they were still shocked by the depth, wisdom, majesty and vastness it exuded.

Although some of them disliked the Necromancer, they had to admire this powerful man from ten thousand years ago. Just from the Tower of Aion, one could tell how terrifying he was back then. He should be as powerful as the Demon King.

"Congratulations, my child, you have passed the first test. Do you like the gift I left for you?"

"The Twelve Holy Guards were my twelve protectors back then. All of them were supreme beings of their own lineage. Unfortunately, human life is limited after all. In the end, I can only allow them to continue to exist in the form of undead. This is also one of the most precious resources I leave to you."

"What you faced before was their suppressed might. As you continue to move forward, the strength of the Holy Guards will be restored with each level of assessment you pass. Keep moving forward, my child. One day, you will restore the glory of my Twelve Holy Guards."

A beam of pure white light fell from the skull gem on the top of the staff and turned into a white beam of light that appeared in front of everyone. The diameter of the light beam was about three meters, emitting faint spatial fluctuations.

Lin Xin muttered, "This Holy Deathly Mage is too stingy. We have all passed the first level of the assessment, but he won't give us any more rewards."

Han Yu laughed and said, "What other rewards do you want? Without the test of the first floor of the Tower of Eternity, can our spiritual power be improved so quickly? Can our cultivation be so fast and stable? What's more, we have gained skills, experience, and two Holy Guards. Didn't the Holy Death Mage leave a message saying that the Holy Guards can still recover their strength?"

"Just think about it, if the red and blue skeletons we encountered had their spiritual power increased and could use more powerful skills, that would be a terrifying thing!"

Everyone felt that they deeply agreed with what Han Yu said, and nodded in unison.

"Han Yu is right. Now that everyone's strength has been consolidated and we have passed the first level, Cai'er has gained two guards. It's time for us to end our retreat!"

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This is a huge hall filled with darkness, at least a thousand square meters in size, more than ten meters high, and with octagonal walls around it.

The light in the hall was dim, except for a cluster of purple flames rising from each of the eight corners, bringing some light and an extremely rich dark atmosphere to this mysterious hall.

In the middle of this dark hall stood a man, with black hair draped over his back and blood-red eyes.

Progress, punch. The terrifying dark spiritual power fluctuations were released instantly like a blowout. Every time he punched, kicked, and every simple movement, there would be a terrifying sound of air explosion.

No one knew what material this hall was made of. No matter how much he wreaked havoc in it, the hall itself remained motionless.

Every time he launched an attack, a layer of dark purple magic patterns like scales would surge all over his body, and the blood in his eyes would become more intense.

Just when his momentum reached its peak, suddenly, a figure appeared silently behind him. This figure was slender, shrouded in a black robe, with long black hair scattered on both sides of his face, and his face could not be seen clearly. As if sensing the sudden threat from behind, the shirtless man suddenly turned around and punched the figure that suddenly appeared behind him.

This punch condensed his powerful fighting ability at the peak level, and the terrifying power was instantly increased to the extreme.

The entire center of the dark hall lit up because of his punch, and all the spiritual power he had blasted out before seemed to be concentrated on this punch at this moment.

The distortion caused by the compression of space seemed to be able to tear the hall apart at any time.

However, the figure that suddenly appeared did not move. Facing such a terrifying punch, he just raised his hand slightly, stretched out a white and slender finger, and pointed at the fist that seemed to dominate the world.

"puff--"

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. There was no explosion, and the seemingly very slender figure did not even emit any spiritual power fluctuations.

But in the next moment, the strong man with naked upper body flew backwards like a cannonball fired from a magic cannon.

With a loud bang, he hit the distant wall, and a purple light spread out from his body.

"Bang." The body that was clinging to the wall fell back to the ground.

The slender figure put his hands behind his back and spoke in a soft voice, "If you are too hard, you will break easily. If you are only hard but not soft, you will never reach the realm of defying the heavens."

This voice, this gentle voice, if someone familiar with him heard it, there would be only two results: crawling in front of him or being terrified.

The man who fell to the ground slowly got up, but did not stand up. Instead, he knelt there, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "Father."

"Your injuries are almost healed, why don't you leave here? Don't you want the position of the first heir?" The slender man tilted his head back slightly, letting his long hair flutter, revealing his extremely handsome face.

Feng Xiu, the Demon King, Feng Xiu.

And the one kneeling down against the wall with a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth due to the previous heavy blow, isn’t he Abao, the prince of the rebellious demon dragon clan who was severely injured after a hard fight with Long Haochen in the Dream Paradise?

A Bao lowered his head, not daring to look up, "I have no face to go out until I reach the level of defying the heavens."

Feng Xiu said calmly: "You can't even accept such a small setback?"

Po raised his head and looked at his father, "But this is not just a setback. This time, several of the Demon God heirs who followed me fell in the Dream Paradise, and our final mission also fell through."

"Although my father has absolute authority, this incident is too big and the responsibility lies entirely with me. I know how much pressure my father has endured in order to protect me. I am the sinner of my clan and I have failed your expectations of me. I..."

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(End of this chapter)