Wang Fan actually reached the eleventh level, which he never expected.
Originally, according to his estimation, Wang Fan could pass the seventh or eighth level, which was already his limit.
However, who would have thought that Wang Fan would pass the tenth level and reach the eleventh level.
The eleventh level is not far from the final eighteenth level.
Of course, even if it was not far away, in his opinion, it was absolutely impossible for Wang Fan to pass the last hurdle and seek that glimmer of hope.
Throughout the ages, countless talented evildoers have entered his Soul-Destroying Castle, but in the end they all died here.
Either become a slave or become a source of nourishment.
For example, among the human-looking monks below him, which one is not an amazingly talented person?
However, the most evil one among them has only reached the twelfth level, and has not even passed the thirteenth level, let alone the final eighteenth level.
"A glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope. It's absolutely impossible for you to win that glimmer of hope. I want you, my slave."
The withered bones murmured, and soon, the skeleton couldn't help but tremble slightly again.
Because on the other side, Yin Baiyi had already passed the offensive of the monster slave and entered the level.
Compared to Wang Fan's performance, Yin Baiyi looked even more powerful. She went all the way without stopping, and in just a short period of time, she had reached the eighth level.
This shocked Dry Bones extremely.
Monsters like Wang Fan and Yin Baiyi are already very rare, and it is extremely difficult to encounter one on a daily basis.
But now, he actually has two here at once.
"As expected of a descendant of the ancient tribe, you are indeed powerful. I want to see how amazing you can be."
Dry Bones murmured, then said no more and closed his eyes again.
Since ancient times, I don’t know how many monks have come to this Soul-Destroying Castle. Among those monks, there are even those who are at the peak of the Earth Realm God and are infinitely close to the Heaven Realm God.
However, those people all died here in the end, and no one has ever left.
He did not believe that Wang Fan and Yin Baiyi could break this taboo and leave this desperate place.
It is said to be a glimmer of hope, but no one has ever truly received that glimmer of hope.
No matter how magnificent you are, no matter how talented you are, you will eventually perish in this Jedi Soul-Breaking Castle and become either nourishment, blood food, or a slave.
Wang Fan had no idea that someone was still watching him secretly. At this time, he had already reached the eleventh level.
There was only one person in sight, and that was a white-haired boy. The boy looked exactly like a human, but he had the feeling of a young emperor.
He has a supreme domineering aura about him, and his temperament is so outstanding that it makes people feel ashamed of themselves and want to worship him at a glance.
However, Wang Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at this man.
Finally it’s not that Harder anymore, and it’s finally not the thousands of opponents.
He was really afraid of that Hade, afraid of the densely packed Hades.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Wang Fan couldn't help but grinned brightly: "Hi, how are you?"
The white-haired boy looked at Wang Fan, but he didn't speak at all. He just stared at Wang Fan coldly, and an invisible pressure enveloped him, as if he wanted Wang Fan to kneel down and worship.
Uncle's!
Wang Fan felt this scene and couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart.
Is this the legendary aura of king and tyrant? I just want him to worship me, but I think it’s too much to look down on him, right?
However, Wang Fan did not dare to despise this young man.
After all, thousands of Hades' levels can only reach the tenth level, but this young man alone can guard the eleventh level.
It can be seen from this that this young man is much more terrifying than those thousands of Hades.
Wang Fan carefully felt the opponent's cultivation level. It was the true cultivation level of Huang Realm God, the first level cultivation level of Huang Realm God.
If this kind of cultivation were placed outside, Wang Fan would not even look at it, and he could just crush it and explode it.
However, facing this young man, he felt a sense of extreme danger.
It felt as if the Huang Realm Gods he had seen before were all rubbish Huang Realm Gods, or fake Huang Realm Gods, and the young man in front of him was the real Huang Realm God, the real deal.
"Who is this person? How can he be so powerful? With the momentum he shows, even if he is in the same situation as me, he will not be any weaker than me."
"But his current cultivation level is that of a true Huang Realm God, while I am only at the eighth level of the Holy Emperor. In this case, it seems a bit difficult to handle."
Wang Fan muttered to himself, he really felt the danger and the pressure.
boom!
There was a loud noise, and when Wang Fan was thinking about this, the young man suddenly moved.
I saw that rays of divine light suddenly emerged from his body, and powerful pressure crushed him down. Then, he appeared in front of Wang Fan.
Endless demonic power surged, and he punched Wang Fan.
An ordinary punch was as powerful as an emperor's, as if an emperor had descended into the world.
Faced with such an attack, Wang Fan did not dare to be careless at all. The Holy Emperor's domain swept out, the divine energy surged in his body, and his physical strength also reached its peak.
He didn't dodge the opponent's punch, but followed it up with a punch.
Bang!
There was a loud noise and a powerful force struck. Wang Fan felt as if he had been hit by a god, and his whole body flew upside down instantly.
Kick, kick, kick!
He retreated a few thousand feet and then stabilized his figure. The divine energy in his body was shaking, and his breath was a little unstable, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
"So strong, who is this guy? Compared to the original Duan Wuji, he is simply much more powerful. If Duan Wuji faced this person, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to take a single punch. No, even if it were a hundred Duan Wuji
, it’s not even enough for this guy to fight.”
The divine energy in Wang Fan's body surged, quickly resolving the power and pain, and his face became extremely heavy.
The young man in front of me is really strong, too strong.
You know, Duan Wuji was once one of the top three peerless evildoers on the list of the top 100 holy emperors in the divine domain.
How can a person like that be promoted to the Yellow Realm God and be comparable to other Huang Realm Gods?
However, even so, Duan Wuji was nothing compared to this young man. How could Wang Fan not be shocked?
The young man punched Wang Fan, but his body didn't move at all.
He didn't give Wang Fan a chance to breathe. With a flash of his body, he once again raised the imperial pressure and charged towards Wang Fan.
This time, Wang Fan did not fight head-on with the opponent, but began to evade hastily.
In a head-on battle, it's not impossible to defeat this guy, but you'll probably pay a heavy price. When the time comes, I'm afraid you won't have the chance to continue to the next level.
Therefore, he could only plan to deal with it and consume the opponent's magic energy to achieve the purpose of defeating the opponent.
Of course, Wang Fan cannot guarantee whether it will succeed.
Just like that, Wang Fan started to dodge quickly, using his speed to the extreme.
The young man also seemed to be tireless and kept chasing Wang Fan.
The two afterimages kept flickering, and the sound of banging was heard endlessly.