Four monks have fallen?

The martial artists found it unbelievable.

The shock in their hearts had not yet dissipated, and their enthusiasm still lingered!

Could it be that the Heavenly Dao couldn't suppress Julius Reed?

Suddenly.

Devonte Weather noticed that Julius Reed seemed to be looking at him.

Those eyes, wrapped in black and blood-red, seemed ready to devour him!

"No!" Devonte Weather couldn't care less anymore and turned to flee!

Even though he was praised as the number one in the Northern Border, he didn't have the courage to resist!

Boom!

The longsword exploded!

And pierced right through Devonte Weather's body!

The longsword, imbued with the nation's fate, drained him instantly!

"Lord, spare us!"

"We are willing to serve you! We wish to respect the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance as the number one under heaven! We only beg you to spare us, mere ants!"

Moments ago, these martial artists who were praying to heaven and earth were now terrified, not daring to lift their heads.

But at this moment, Julius Reed could hear nothing.

In his heart, there was only one word.

Kill.

"Alright."

Suddenly.

A gentle voice appeared in the center of the arena.

"This world, still has me." Hiddy closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reached her hands from behind Julius Reed, covering his eyes.

In an instant!

Flames soared in the center of the arena!

Hiddy's face turned pale, yet she continued her actions.

The fire grew more intense, eventually enveloping both of them completely.

"Damn it, the Evil Qi has increased again." Hiddy looked grim, seemingly trying to suppress the power within Julius Reed, but found it challenging.

As the flames grew stronger, the Evil Qi was finally forced to retreat, continuously condensing and finally flowing along Julius Reed's fingers into the Dragon King Ring.

"I remember now." Julius Reed opened his eyes, his gaze gradually restored.

He grabbed Hiddy's hand and turned around.

"Don't do this anymore, it's not good for you."

Hiddy's phoenix flames could suppress the deathly energy, but every time she helped Julius Reed, she harmed herself.

The most serious was when Julius Reed fought into the temple.

That time, after helping him recover, Hiddy underwent a seventy-year nirvana before she could heal.

"What can I do? It's my choice." Hiddy smiled beautifully despite her pale complexion.

"Killing them won't help." She shook her head. "In five thousand years, a cycle; when you recover, those people are destined not to sit still."

Rumble!

Just then!

The entire arena started to tremble!

"Is it an earthquake?"

The martial artists stood up, panic-stricken, looking at the ground below.

All five monks were obliterated; logically, no one should be able to control this Dusty Platform!

Yet now, the arena was indeed shaking!

And the tremors grew stronger!

Devonte Weather was dead.

The body of this top expert from the Northern Border lay on the stands.

The martial artists lost their backbone, momentarily unsure of what to do.

"Should we run?"

Some started hesitating.

But more looked towards the center of the arena.

Julius Reed recovered.

A bold speculation arose in the people's minds.

Julius Reed had lost his power!

Lost that earth-shattering power!

In this manner, could he be killed?

But ultimately, no one dared to take that step.

To be the first to act.

No one isn't afraid to die; it's a human instinct.

The trembling grew more intense!

Boom!

The entire arena suddenly started to tilt!

"It seems, the enemy really can't hold back." Julius Reed picked up Hiddy and sprinted off!

In an instant, he appeared at the edge of the stands.

The entire arena visibly began to overturn.

Some martial artists couldn't stand firmly and directly fell into the abyss!

Screams for help!

Roars!

And wails filled the Dusty Platform!

An irresistible force made the inclination angle of the Dusty Platform grow ever larger!

The entire process lasted half an hour!

Finally.

The Dusty Platform completely inverted!

At this moment, the martial artists who survived looked at the center of the arena, their pupils constricting!

Some were even scared out of their wits.

What was that?

It was a hell!

At the top of the tall structure, bodies hung one after another!

"The eight child of Ridge!"

"Weren't those people from Demarco Mount?"

"And the Undead Tribe!"

Some calm and sharp-eyed individuals recognized the bodies hanging on the sharp spears atop the structure!

Corpses everywhere!

The bodies dropped through the mechanism on the arena before now all hung on the building!

But, this was far from everything!

Some bodies had long dried, appearing quite aged.

Blood kept dripping along the bodies, pooling in the moat below.

Windy Johnson blew past, filling the air with a pungent bloody smell.

Was it a mortal hell?

The structure was scarlet all over, and the original color was obscured.

Due to the high stands, the martial artists could recognize it was a city.

A very ancient city.

Drop!

The blood from those bodies gathered more and more; the blood in the moat seemed about to overflow.

White bones, severed limbs, and countless heads!

The entire city lacked any human presence.

More like a city of hell!

Such a scene chilled every martial artist witnessing it personally!

The timid ones had already gone mad with fright.

Finally.

A drop of blood fell.

Right at the moment, the blood in the moat began to overflow!

"What are those words!" Someone pointed at the location of the city gate.

The stone on the city gate had three words carved on it.

But the writing was stained red with blood and wasn't noticed at first!

"Skilid... City..." A martial artist carefully discerned, reading the words above.

"Skilid City? What kind of place is Skilid City, why haven't I heard of it?"

"Could it be that Skilid City is the fabled hell? How could there be such a thing under the Dusty Platform!"

"Everyone always says the Dusty Platform is the closest place to the gods, beneath the gods, could it be hell?"

Today's events turned the martial artists' understanding upside down.

The Dusty Platform had existed for countless years; everyone only knew it hosted the Heaven Ranking Competition annually!

No one had ever mentioned such a city beneath the Dusty Platform!

"Skilid City!" Julius Reed glanced at the city and chuckled softly. "Orson Martinez couldn't hold back."

"Orson Martinez is both a friend and an enemy to you. After all, everyone wants to be number one under heaven."

Hiddy leaned her head on Julius Reed's shoulder, pouting: "The world of men is all about fighting and killing."

"And the world of women is all about buying?" Julius Reed didn't move but looked down at Skilid City!

Silent for thousands of years, Skilid City, missing for thousands of years!

It turned out to be hidden beneath the Dusty Platform?

Let's not mention anyone else, even he hadn't thought of it.

Years ago, Julius Reed planned to talk to Orson Martinez but met the Imperial Master on the way. After a fierce battle, Julius Reed suddenly found Skilid City had vanished.

The entire city, along with its inhabitants, disappeared.

Orson Martinez vanished for thousands of years, only appearing recently.

Creak!

The old city gate emitted a creaking sound.

Then.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

From the dead-silent Dusty Platform, footsteps sounded.

The sound came from the city of hell.

Extremely clear.

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