However, it was already the twelfth ring, and not only had he left the realms completely polluted by corruption, but the sealing power was also weak.
Nevertheless, Wang Zijia had no intention whatsoever to interact with these sinners that pursued him. While they had yet to finish speaking, his body was already emanating a thick spatial fluctuation.
He, who surged forward, turned into a blood-red book in an extremely abrupt manner.
In an instant, he vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a Gu insect flying around in bewildered circles. The next moment,
"Snap!"
The insect burst apart, dissolving into oblivion, eventually not even leaving a speck of dust.
"Hmm?"
"Eh?"
"Where did he go?"
"What kind of space-breaking technique is this?"
"No, is this some sort of inter-realm traversal?"
The divine thoughts of the six top-tier sinners spun rapidly, and one of them realized something, suddenly saying with an ugly expression, "Dammit, he's already in the eleventh layer!"
