Chapter 1101

Tianlan Plane.

Deep within the Demon Beast Mountain Range.

On the peak of a lush green Shanfeng, an ancient pavilion stands.

Inside the pavilion lies a complex chessboard.

At this moment—

Two figures sit on the left and right, playing chess.

The figure on the left—

Wears a black long robe, with a strange eye-like symbol on his brow, long black hair cascading over his shoulders, exuding majesty and grandeur.

Beside him rests a long staff, emitting a terrifying power that subtly distorts the void.

The entire person appears—

Overflowing with a domineering aura.

The figure on the right—

Has long purple hair, wears a purple long robe, with a handsome yet eerie face, eyebrows sharp like swords, and a hint of bloodlust in his pupils.

Beside him.

A purple, extremely thin soft sword dances up and down, carrying a terrifying sharpness.

The two play chess at great speed.

They even form afterimages.

Only a brief moment passes.

Upon the chessboard—

The pieces are densely packed.

"Too many pieces, what then?"

The Lord of the Demon Beasts, clad in black robes, speaks.

"Kill."

The eerie man says coldly, waving his hand casually.

Immediately—

Sword qi erupts; most of the pieces on the board instantly turn to dust, vanishing into thin air.

"Haha—"

"Zilin, so many years have passed, yet your killing intent has grown even stronger."

The Lord of the Demon Beasts laughs loudly several times.

His body stands straight like a spear, radiating a terrifying momentum that knows no retreat.

"You still haven't given up? You still wish to open the passage to the Earth God Plane?"

The eerie man, Zilin, remains expressionless, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Or have you already given up?"

A smile curves the Lord of the Demon Beasts' lips:

"Back then, when you attacked the passage, you angered a Mo Ce existence from the Wind God Plane and were imprisoned in the Bartel Prison—"

"I do not believe that after being locked up for tens of thousands of years, you have lost your determination to enter the Wind God Plane!"

The eerie man, Zilin, falls silent.

His hands clench slightly into fists.

Threads of cold, terrifying sword qi emerge.

They dance around, cutting through heaven and earth.

"Do you have a way?"

After a moment, he speaks coldly, his eerie eyes flashing with icy purple light.

"Outer Gods."

"We can use that Outer God—"

The Lord of the Demon Beasts begins.

But—

He has not finished speaking.

In the void—

A light laugh suddenly appears:

"Earth God Plane? Wind God Plane? Truly unexpected, a medium plane can actually involve two high-level planes!"

Hoo—