With the agreement reached by the sixteen survivors, the rest of the task became much simpler. Everyone turned to look at Xinghai, who was glaring at them with a look that seemed ready to devour them alive. Their gazes were deeply meaningful; they would just have to wait and see who would ultimately emerge victorious. Ever since the appearance of the King of Hell of the First Hall, Xinghai had been plagued by a very bad premonition. When he underwent his reincarnation and re-cultivation this time, his mother had once divined his fortune, telling him he would face a major tribulation. If he survived it, he could return to the Divine Realm; if he failed, he would be doomed beyond redemption.
It was precisely because of this prophecy that he had taken such a desperate risk, using an entire sect as an array to absorb the cultivation of high-level immortals to assist himself in ascending to divinity. Yet in the end, he had fallen short of success at the very last moment and been sealed away right here. How could he not harbor deep resentment in his heart?
This time, he had accumulated sufficient power and pulled in tens of thousands of immortals, preparing to try one last time, only to have it ruined by these few little ants right before his eyes!
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