Strong light bursts out from the depths of the disk.

This artifact, which belongs exclusively to the Ancient God of Destiny, although it has lost most of its power, still plays a role and touches the spiritual core of the altar.

But Rhodes knew that he had not passed the test yet.

On the stone bricks, Adam Yarrell said that the Spiritual Core is a very powerful and exquisite spiritual object. It has a very powerful independent detection ability and can determine whether the person who touched the core is the real owner.

It was very difficult to deceive its judgment. He tried countless methods. Even if he managed to cheat the initial judgment, he could not pass the continuous in-depth detection. In the end, all methods failed.

Adam Yarrell believes that unless the seven gods who built the altar return or possess their own unique artifacts, it will be impossible to unlock the core of the spirit.

After reading this passage, Rhodes immediately thought of the Divine Sword of Destiny.

This is the weapon specially left for him by the Ancient God of Destiny.

However, in order to escape the attack of the King of the Deep Sea, Rhodes threw the Divine Sword of Destiny away. When he took it back, it had been irreversibly damaged and lost most of its power.

Whether it can pass the judgment of the spiritual core is still an unknown thing.

The strong light completely enveloped the Divine Sword of Destiny, sweeping back and forth on its surface.

Rhodes and others carefully stood outside the light to avoid being detected.

This method has achieved results. The genuine Sword of Destiny seems to have gained recognition from the core of the spirit. The bright light gradually becomes darker, and a flickering mist slowly emerges on the disk.

Rhodes was keenly aware that the field in the tower changed with its appearance.

"This, this is the core of the spirit?"

"We succeeded?"

"So much star marrow, so much star marrow..."

Liszt was so excited that he could hardly speak. He wished he could huddle in a corner for fear of accidentally disturbing the detection.

However, the next moment, the fog suddenly turned red.

A powerful field expanded instantly. Before Liszt could speak, his eyes darkened and the world turned upside down.

"What...what happened?"

After only a second, the light returned to the eyes.

However, what comes into view is an infinite and desolate space.

The sky was filled with gray clouds, and the ground was filled with gray sand. He stood on a large barren rock, with No. 7, No. 9 and No. 19 behind him, looking panicked.

Only Rhodes stood calmly in front, his robe swaying with the strong wind.

"We, where are we?"

"What location is this?"

"Did the test fail?"

A series of questions were asked, but Rhodes just said calmly: "Don't worry."

He closed his eyes and opened them after a moment.

"This should be the interior of the altar, the plane fault at the core of the spirit."

"If I'm not mistaken, all the spirits sacrificed to the altar are stored here."

Liszt was stunned and murmured: "Why are we here?"

Rhodes didn't answer. He took a step forward and came to the edge of the boulder. He looked around and saw that everything he saw was gray.

Liszt thought so too, but he soon discovered something was wrong.

"What is that?"

No. 7 and No. 9 also quickly discovered something strange.

"There seems to be a gray line on the horizon..."

Rhodes shook his head slightly: "No, that's not the gray line, that's the black tide!"

This sensitive word instantly hit everyone's heart.

"Black tide?"

"Why is there a black tide here?"

"Isn't that the gray line?"

Senior investigators used their own detection methods, but still couldn't see clearly until the gray line approached.

"Oh my god..."

Everyone was shocked by what they saw.

It was an endless stretch of monsters, densely packed, layered and endless.

They have different shapes, and most of them are gray evil spirits. Their ranks are not high, and most of them are only between un-leveled and advanced levels.

However, their number is extremely large. At a glance, they are at least in the hundreds of millions.

Liszt was shocked: "No, no, how is this possible? Why are there so many monsters?"

Rhodes said calmly: "Activating the altar requires injecting spirituality. In the past, the ancient gods may not have the means to separate spirituality in large quantities, or they did not bother to waste energy. In many cases, souls were directly injected. Only Sig Lai

The Kingdom of Si and Adam Yarel are infused with spirituality, and this plane fault has long been polluted by the black mist. What you see is the birth of the souls and spirits that have been sacrificed to the altar for thousands of years.

monster."

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

No. 7 said anxiously: "Let's use the road sign to escape quickly!"

Almost immediately, Liszt agreed with this opinion, but Rhodes shook his head.

"No need."

No. 7 said anxiously: "No, Mr. No. 0, even if there are only level monsters, so many of them are unstoppable. We will be overwhelmed by monsters!"

Rhodes responded to his question with 200,000 spiritual energy. This super powerful spiritual energy fluctuation is like an unshakable mountain here, overlooking the dust on the ground.

No. 9 shouted: "Your Excellency No. 0, you are the Herrscher. Level monsters are just dust to you, but cleaning up the dust also requires your strength. With so many monsters, you will be exhausted!"

Liszt said anxiously: "Even if you can kill them all, the backlash of the black mist from so many monsters will swallow up your soul."

Facing everyone's doubts, Rhodes just smiled.

"Don't worry, nothing can swallow me."

"There is no monster that can be my opponent."

Rhodes moved his feet and flew out like lightning.

That tiny figure was submerged in the overwhelming gray fog in the blink of an eye.

These evil spirit monsters born from polluted spirituality are almost all gray. They are like a terrifying sandstorm, with the potential to sweep across the world.

Liszt was so anxious that he almost jumped off the rock to chase Rhodes, but fortunately, he was held back by No. 7 and No. 9 in time.

In terms of frontal combat effectiveness, he is only a third-level combatant and does not have any mass-destructive capabilities.

If things go like this, they will only be drowned in the dust along with Rhodes.

"Your Excellency No. 1." No. 19 said: "Please believe in Your Excellency No. 0, he will create miracles."

Liszt roared: "How to create a miracle? Haven't you learned the Survey Corps' combat power estimation course? What is the theoretical limit of a special combatant? One million level monsters! If you calculate soul pollution, then

There are only 100,000. How many thousands are there?"

No. 19 said: "Your Excellency No. 0 has a very strong soul purification ability, and he is a Spark Sequence and has many methods."

"Don't tell me this!" Liszt said angrily: "Nothing can deal with so many monsters. Even dust should be dealt with by those who clean up the dust!"

No. 7 suddenly said: "Your Excellency No. 0 is not a reckless person. He must know this better than us. He must have his reasons for persisting in the past."

No. 9 said: "The battle must have gone very smoothly in the early stages. Mr. No. 0 will not be in danger. If he shows signs of decline, it will not be too late for us to go."

This sentence finally calmed Liszt down.

After being silent for a few seconds, he said: "Okay, everyone, prepare all the beacons. If anything unusual occurs, we will rush to No. 0 with all our strength and activate the beacons on him at all costs."

No. 7 and No. 9 nodded at the same time: "Okay, that's it."

Liszt walked to the rock and looked towards the direction of Rhodes.

The place has been submerged in gray fog, and no battle scenes can be seen.

Everyone prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that Rhodes could create his true miracle again.

Far away.

Surrounded by the "Sandstorm", Rhodes was not fighting as hard as they imagined.

He didn't even use his psychic powers, he was just flying aimlessly.

There is nothing within two hundred yards of the body. As soon as the gray evil thoughts approach this range, they are instantly evaporated.

The "sandstorm" roared crazily two hundred yards away, but it couldn't invade even half a cent!
To be continued...