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nJoelson and Oswede also chose to enter.

nOswede could be considered half a saint-level leader. He had a straightforward personality, which was more in line with Joelson’s personality.

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nMoreover, his strength was not bad and he was within Joelson’s control. Even if he had any bad thoughts, he could easily suppress them.

nWhen the majority of saint-level cultivators gradually disappeared into the ten-colored light pillar, a few black figures appeared outside the light pillar.

nThe leader was a black-haired man wearing a black-and-gold robe.

nIf Joelson was here, he would be able to recognize this person as the Dark Saint, Webster, whom he had met once.

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nWebster had an evil smile on his face as he looked at the ten-colored light pillar. He turned to the person behind him and said in a low voice, “How are the preparations for the seal going?”

n“It’s already being broken at full speed. Based on the current progress, it might take three years or even longer.”

nWebster chuckled and said, “There’s no rush. As long as the Four Great Thrones and the Dragon King aren’t around, we’ll have plenty of time. However, should I go in and have some fun?”

nWebster stroked his smooth chin and made a thoughtful gesture.

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n“Let’s wait until everything is set in stone, hehe.”

nWebster’s figure disappeared into the void.

nIt was a little different from the feeling when he had used the spatial teleportation array before. This time, he had really entered from one world to another.

nWhen he opened his eyes, he saw a dense green forest with no end in sight. He could not see where the edge of the world was at all.

nIt was so big.

nA hint of shock appeared in Joelson’s eyes. Compared to the space of the ranch, this small world was much bigger.

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nA white-gold light blossomed in Joelson’s hand and streaked across the air. The void shattered like a mirror.

nThe strength of space was even weaker than that of the midland realm. This was far inferior to the space of the ranch.

nA thought suddenly appeared in Joelson’s mind. Could the plane where the midland realm was also a world created by a powerful existence?

n“There were so many people when we came in, why isn’t there any of them now?”

nOswede asked in puzzlement.

n“Maybe there’s a teleportation array or something like that at the entrance.”

nJoelson replied casually, then turned around and flew into the dense forest. Oswede followed carefully behind him.

nAfter stepping into the dense forest and walking for less than ten minutes, Joelson felt that something was wrong.

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nIt was too quiet.

nHe did not see any creatures, birds, animals, or insects.

nThere was not even wind.

nHuge ancient trees stood beside him but they gave people a feeling of death. It was as if they had not entered a lush forest but a grave.

nThe plant and air laws were activated, and the power of perception spread in all directions.

nWith his current strength, everything within a hundred miles would be detected. If the requirements were lowered, it could even be expanded to a thousand miles.

nA hundred miles. A thousand miles, Not a single living thing could be found.

nJoelson took a deep breath and said to Oswede, “Be careful, there’s something wrong here.”

nOswede nodded. He had also noticed something.

nJust as Joelson was about to move forward, not far behind him, the ground melted like the surface of water and a strong and fierce black panther quietly appeared.

nIt moved like a ghost. Its sharp claws cutting through the void and stealthily clawing toward Oswede’s back.

nA dazzling platinum light flashed, and the black panther was cut in half from its waist.

nHowever, it didn’t seem to feel any pain. The first half of its body continued to attack, and more white-gold light flashed.

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nThe void and the black panther were cut into countless pieces and, finally, they were all dead.

nAfter the light, the calm face of Joelson was revealed.

nOswede’s face was pale and his face was full of fear.

n“Saint-level magical beast! But why does it look like a zombie?”

nOswede said in a low voice.

nJoelson stared at the remains of the black panther on the ground. His eyes flashed as he said calmly, “Undead.”

nOswede was shocked.

nJoelson’s brows slowly furrowed.

nThis forest was too strange. It seemed peaceful but, in fact, there were dangers everywhere.

nIf he had only used the plant law to sense the surroundings, the appearance of the black panther would have fooled his senses.

nFortunately, the air-type laws sensed its appearance and he killed it first.

nThe power of the laws here seemed to have been distorted. The plant-type laws were mixed with the aura of the undead laws!

nThis was indeed a tomb!

nJoelson’s expression changed and he whispered to Oswede, “Let’s go.”

nIn his perception, countless saint-level magical beasts and undead were quickly recovering from the underground and rushing towards them.

nJoelson wanted to fly out from the sky above the forest.

nCountless thick black-green vines appeared out of nowhere and swept over like pythons.

nHis hand gave off a white-gold light like sharp blades and cut the vines in front of him into pieces. A foul-smelling green liquid flowed out of the broken parts.

nJoelson felt a slight sense of obstruction. The tenacity of these vines was somewhat beyond his expectations.

n“Huh?”

nA muffled groan.

nJoelson turned his head and saw that Oswede had already been entangled by the vines.

nThe Golden Lion was like a golden lion at this moment. His entire body was burning with golden-yellow battle spirit flames and the longsword in his hand was brandished.

nHowever, his attack was far less sharp than Joelson’s. There were many vines and he quickly fell into them.

nJoelson had no choice but to turn around. The white-gold light was released wantonly, helping Oswede break free from the vines.

nAt this time, countless magical beasts appeared around the two of them.

nEach of them was like the black panther from before. Their eyes were gray and lifeless. They looked like zombies.

nThey were weaker than ordinary saint-level monsters but there were too many of them. There were no less than a hundred of them.

nAt a glance, they were so dense that they made one’s scalp tingle.

nThe magical beasts instantly pounced on them.

nThose that could fly into the sky blocked the path in the sky.

nRays of platinum light rose from behind Joelson and hovered in the air. Joelson stretched out his hand.

nThe platinum light fell like a curtain and shot out in all directions. One after another, the saint-level magical beasts were dismembered and their corpses fell to the ground.

nThe space in this area was filled with black cracks, and it was constantly being broken and healed.

nThis was still too slow.

nThe people of Joelson could not help but frown.

nOswede unleashed a golden battle energy flame and spread it out, igniting the trees that were filled with the aura of death. Although it was quickly extinguished by the aura of death from the saint-level daemons, the power was not small.

nSeeing this scene, Joelson decided not to sprinkle the white-gold light anymore.

nA faint purple flame appeared at his fingertip.

n“Get out of the way.”

nJoelson calmly said to Oswede.

nOswede was stunned for a moment and quickly ran to his side. Joelson casually threw the flame at the magical beasts below.

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