In the Netherworld Prison Void.
A towering peak of gold iron, surrounded by a shining and splendid radiance, flew toward the sky-supporting giant ape from above Pang Jian's head.
"Huff! Huff huff!"
From the deep-sea lands and Fragment Land, from the orderly heavens above, an uncountable number of artifacts flew out.
War swords, bronze furnaces, long knives, giant tripods, spears, shields.
Numerous demon instruments, demon instruments, and Divine Artifacts, originally held by the Alien Gods and powerful Bloodline Fighters, now slipped from grasp.
All articles from the entire Nether Hell World, anything mingled with gold, silver, copper, or iron, were sucked up by this mountain manifested by Pang Jian, swirling into it like moths to a flame.
"Clatter! Clatter!"
The ethereal mountain of gold iron suddenly solidified in an instant.
And what really constructed it, what turned it from ethereal to tangible, were the countless artifacts!
