"Found it!" John immediately detected a spatial weak point—it was at the throne above the great hall.
Buzz!
The Sword of Divinity and Demons hummed with sword intent as John swung it. A barrage of sword skills, along with Light and Dark magic spells, struck down violently.
Boom!
The hall shook with a deafening roar, and a spatial rift appeared—it was the seal that imprisoned the fallen gods.
Without hesitation, John leapt through the rift.
Spatial power fluctuated as he descended into a barren land.
"What a bizarre place!" John frowned deeply. The environment here was even more unsettling than the Abyss of the Demon Race.
There was no detectable energy or life force here. Seals were scattered everywhere, each imprisoning the fallen gods of various races.
