The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 771 - 733 Human Race’s Identity_1

Chapter 771: Chapter 733 Human Race’s Identity_1

When the original inhabitants of this world were casually exterminated by Pang Jian, those alien God Spirits backing them began to converge upon Pang Jian’s location.

Taking the lead was a three-headed, six-armed Giant Spirit Race God Spirit, who towered like a mountain of tens of thousands of feet, his presence the most astonishing of all.

His six arms each held a club, a pair of knives and forks, chains made of Beast Bones, and a black iron Shield, and from a distance he roared barbarously, "Netherworld God, meet your demise!"

Perched atop the heads of his three heads were a member of the Ghost Clan, the Heaven Clan, and a God Spirit of the Yao Clan respectively.

Along with him, a total of four God Spirits made their appearance first.

"Elder Yuan, are you going to intervene in this?" Pang Jian frowned.

The death of the lower Bloodline-level natives, trivial as fish and shrimp, was inconsequential.

These four God Spirits, however, were beckoned and invited here by their Realm Gods, was their life and death equally insignificant?

"Purgatory will soon experience a similar assembly," Elder Yuan answered indirectly, while actively distancing himself from Pang Jian and adding, "The restrictions on God Spirits in Netherworld Prison are gradually being lifted, even Low-rank Gods can now enter. Soon, your Fifth Realm of Purgatory will become like this as well; I hope by then you are prepared."

Pang Jian maintained a stern face and replied, "What I meant was whether you also don’t care about their life or death?"

Elder Yuan said indifferently, "I also want to know by what method you managed to kill Youkui, that Middle-level God."

"Alright then!"

Pang Jian nodded and said no more.

With a thought, he communicated with his main body, located at the dome of the Fifth Realm of Purgatory, amidst the surging Demonic Energy of the deep sea.

— He planned to tear a spatial rift to retrieve a suitable weapon.

The Thunder Pond, the Five Thunders Bombardment, and the Ghost Firefly were all under the control of his main body at the moment.

"Hiss!"

Just as a fine spatial rift was about to appear, he noticed that the constantly hollow eye sockets of "Fan Di" were surreptitiously releasing waves of Divine Sense!

The Realm God named Elder Yuan was intently watching the spatial rift that was about to reappear!

Pang Jian abruptly remembered Elder Yuan’s recent probing and contemplation over the healing spatial rift outside of Netherworld Prison.

It seemed that Elder Yuan was quite eager to learn about Purgatory’s situation, or even to enter Purgatory directly!

Having killed Fan Di and then shrunken inside Fan Di’s body to follow him all the way, Elder Yuan, under the guise of an invitation but in reality a coercion, must have had ulterior motives for bringing him into Netherworld Prison.

At this thought, the spatial rift that should have fully opened suddenly healed back to its original state.

As expected, Elder Yuan, maintaining a distance from him, saw his abnormal Divine Sense waves dissipate as well.

Pang Jian clearly felt that Elder Yuan was quite disappointed.

"Are you on guard against me?" Elder Yuan asked softly.

Pang Jian replied, "One must always guard against others."

Elder Yuan nodded gently with Fan Di’s skull and said, "It’s better to be cautious."

"Netherworld God!"

At that moment, the massive figure of the Giant Spirit Race God Spirit descended upon him like a mountain with a thunderous crash.

Without a word of explanation, this Giant Spirit Race God Spirit brazenly attacked, wielding a black giant club that smashed down with the sound of wind and thunder.

"Die!"

The Giant Spirit Race God Spirit glared at Pang Jian and bellowed.

This sound exploded like rolling thunder!

The thousand-acre area where Pang Jian stood, along with the remnants of the previous warships, limbs, and corpses, all burst into chaos with his single command "die".

Fine iron, Beast Bones, human bones, and flesh, driven by his Divine Power, all shot towards Pang Jian.

And the gigantic black club grew larger and larger in Pang Jian’s eyes, while an overwhelming force that seemed capable of obliterating everything had already pressed down on him first.

"A somewhat foolish Netherworld God."

"Yeah, seems like someone who just came back from outside and hasn’t figured out the situation in the Netherworld Prison."

"As long as it’s a Netherworld God, he should die here."

Atop the heads of the Giant Spirit Race God Spirit, with its three heads, the deities from the Ghost Clan, Heaven Clan, and Yao Clan looked at Pang Jian and spoke with cold sarcasm, but none of them made a move.

Clearly, they thought that just the strike from the Giant Spirit Race God would be enough to annihilate Pang Jian body and Spiritual Soul.

In the distance.

Haiwei too was looking up, closely watching Pang Jian’s actions, and whispered, "If you truly possess the strength to kill Youkui, you should be able to handle these low-rank gods. Even though these four are from the Mysterious Fog World, low-rank gods are still just low-rank gods after all."

Further away, other deities who had heard the news also stopped in their tracks.

Seeing that the Giant Spirit Race God Spirit and the three like-minded deities had already taken action, they felt there was no need to intervene.

As soon as they saw Pang Jian dead, they would turn around and leave, continuing with their own affairs.

Suddenly!

"Boom!"

A colossal body, over ten thousand zhang tall and surrounded by seven-colored radiance, appeared abruptly in the space where Pang Jian was.

Many iron ores, Beast Bones, scraps of iron, and droplets of blood that were coming at him were no more bothersome than a tickle when they landed on his body; he raised his hand and caught the dark stick.

"Give it here."

With a strong tug, the stick changed owners in an instant.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He swung it several times, striking the body of the Giant Spirit Race God, causing the once formidable deity’s Divine Bones to start "crackling" as they broke.

"Die."

The same word was uttered by Pang Jian, a divine sound spilling from his mouth.

There was no scream or roar, but the Giant Spirit Race God’s Spiritual Soul had already exploded.

"Sizzle!"

Pale white lightning, like wriggling worms and long snakes, flowed out from the eyes, nostrils, and ears of the Giant Spirit Race God.

The deities from the Heaven Clan, Ghost Clan, and Yao Clan immediately distanced themselves from the Giant Spirit Race God in alarm, looking at Pang Jian with shock and uncertainty.

"He’s not from the Nether Tribe!"

"The Netherworld Gods of the Nether Tribe can utilize all kinds of powers, especially adept in Soul Secret Techniques, but they definitely do not wield Thunder Divine Power!"

"If he’s not of the Nether Tribe, then..." The deity from the Ghost Clan, a chillingly thin old crone, suddenly showed great fear in her wan green eyes and screamed, "He’s from the Human Race, he, he is Pang Jian!"

As a God Spirit from ’Ghost Prison’ in the Mysterious Fog, Lv Yan would not accept orders from Zimo, but she had heard about Youkui’s death.

Being from the Ghost Clan herself, she came from the Misty Sea, while Youkui belonged to the Outer Star River and was also a Middle-level God.

She had encountered Youkui before, known well the fearsome power of Youkui, and naturally she paid attention to the one who had killed him.

"Human Race!"

"The Human Race God Spirit from Purgatory!"

"He’s the very Pang Jian that He Motian and Zimo, those two scoundrels, have been seeking everywhere!"

Once Pang Jian’s identity was confirmed, the many deities all changed expression, and their gazes toward Pang Jian transformed.

The Human Race, especially a Human Race God Spirit that had escaped Purgatory, they knew well what that implied.

That was someone who dared to destroy the Hall of Gods, the symbol of supreme authority, in the Outer Star River.

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