Apotheosis

The creatures Fire Emissary had brought neither reached the Eternal Realm nor gained the Myriad Tribulations Bodies.

However, as creatures from the Grand Plain Stage, they were not weak. At the least they could put a lot of pressure on the Holy Souls.

The Ghost Cicadas that had been sent out earlier had already made Winchell's group struggle hard. If these three Other Shore races joined forces with them, there was no doubt they would be crushed.

These Other Shore creatures continued entering the white vortexes while Fire Emissary's gaze fell on Zen.

Obviously, he had come for Zen by the order of the Element Spirit race.

What puzzled him was that they had only ordered the Crane Split race, the Ice Lynx race and the Cyan Spirit race to attack. These three races belonged to the second tier in Stage Thirty-two and possessed ordinary strength.

If reports were true, Zen had killed the Blood Spirit Tortoise on the Other Shore and these three races would be far from enough to challenge him. This confused Fire Emissary. He had no idea what the Element Spirit race was up to.

In fact, when Yellow Thearch gave him such an order in the Source World, he had outspoken his doubt. But the emperor did not explain and just ordered him to do as he was told.

Pearce and Auden were very hesitant when they saw the Other Shore creatures constantly drilling into the painting.

Zen was clearly the Fire Emissary's target and not Winchell.

If they entered the painting as well, they definitely wouldn't be able to save Winchell. If Zen made a move, defeating these creatures would be no problem, but he would have to stay alert to their cunning tricks.

In Pearce's hesitation, Zen turned around and stretched a hand to Libby. "Give me the Celestial Spear," he said.

Libby paused a moment and then with a gentle wave of her hand, a long spear burst from her Sumeru Space and landed firmly in Zen's hand.

"Zen, are you really going in?" Pearce thought about dissuading him, but he couldn't stand aside and helplessly watch Winchell and the others being killed.

"I can't watch them die. Master Winchell was

Winchell's original size.

With a flip of his hand, a round black stone appeared in his palm. It was a Heavy Stone.

They had been very lucky this time and not long after entering the stone forest, he found this Heavy Stone.

"What a pity..."

He raised his hand and was about to throw the Heavy Stone when

a wild clanging suddenly rang out from not far off.

Behind the creatures rushing over, came the bang of heavy objects clashing. Then there were broken limbs floating in the air, blood splashing everywhere and gruesome howling could be heard throughout.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

A Celestial Spear was spinning in Zen's hand.

To him, these Other Shore creatures were nothing.

He had only released fifty thousand divine megatons of force, which was still far more than these creatures could take.

The long spear spun around like a windmill, the slightest touch of it causing death or serious injury.

Zen killed the creatures all along the path like this. When the last Other Shore creatures had been minced, he appeared before Winchell and the others. His body was soaked in blood of all sorts of colors, as if he had been painted on like he was a canvas.

Winchell and the others stood not far away, staring blankly as they watched Zen rushing in and killing every creature in his path.

They had been at the end of their rope and now couldn't believe what they were witnessing!