Urban All-Round Master

"No! That’s not the real Holy War!" The handsome guy squinted his dog-like eyes, noticing something was off.

If what was in front of them was the real Holy War, how could it look like this? Besides, how could a Holy War appear here? Clearly, based on all these signs, it doesn’t make scientific sense.

The handsome guy’s words immediately snapped Lin Zifeng back to reality.

In serious analysis, the handsome guy’s words weren’t without reason.

Sure enough... Lin Zifeng used his perspective eyes to see that it wasn’t truly a demonic Holy War, but rather just a projection...

However... this projection seemed too mysterious, right?

Because within this projection, not only did the demonic Holy War appear, but there were also many skirmishes between cultivators. As Lin Zifeng watched the giant projection in front of him, he was puzzled, not knowing where this projection originated from.

"A mirage!" The handsome guy exclaimed: "This is a mirage!"

"What mirage?" Lin Zifeng was anxious, worried about his father, and couldn’t understand the meaning of this ’mirage’ from the handsome guy’s words.

"You fool, kid, a mirage projects distant scenes forward. Don’t you understand that?" The handsome guy was jumping anxiously, surprised that Lin Zifeng was even duller than him.

"What does that prove?" Lin Zifeng was eager to know whether his father was alive or dead, not caring about the so-called mirage. If given a choice, he’d rather live ten years less and meet his parents.

Unfortunately, everything was far from his ideals.

"Let’s go! Let’s follow and see." The handsome guy was yelling.

Lin Zifeng couldn’t wait for another moment and hurriedly followed the handsome guy’s footsteps forward. He knew that the deeper he went, the closer he might get to seeing his father.

But the deeper they went, the more corpses there were on the ground, and with the blood still fresh, he could still faintly hear the sounds of skirmishes ahead.

"Must be that several groups of strong cultivators have already gone deep!" The handsome guy suddenly reminded them. Although they didn’t know how many layers they had entered, it was mostly uneventful along the way, suggesting some powerful individuals had fought their way in.

"Looks like we came too late." Lin Zifeng’s eyes were cold. No wonder, the entrance to the Dark Prison hadn’t just been opened today; presumably, many cultivators had already entered successfully.

Moreover, this was a Western region, where many Western cultivators had undoubtedly entered the depths of the Dark Prison, which was quite normal.

"Being late isn’t a problem; we’re here safe and sound, dropping into safety." The handsome guy was instead pleased, grinning: "If I’m guessing correctly, then we should be on the thirteenth layer!"

All the way here, the handsome guy had been cautious, counting it on his fingers. They had now entered deeply; this should pretty much be the thirteenth layer of the Dark Prison, though how many more layers further in was unknown.

"The thirteenth layer! Then where are the kings here?" Lin Zifeng was shocked; he remembered that in the Amazon Dark Prison, each layer would have a king, but here, not only was there no king, it was so peaceful that it unnerved Lin Zifeng.

"Who cares about the kings, as long as we aren’t attacked or stopped." The handsome guy grinned and laughed, "Little Lin, quickly, quickly follow your big brother Mastiff’s footsteps forward. I believe we’re not far now."

This time, the handsome guy was even more delighted. Originally, he wanted to explore the Dark Prison, but due to the many dangers, he was cowardly and lacked the skill to go deep.

Now, with nobody coming to stop them at the thirteenth layer, it fitted the handsome guy’s intentions perfectly.

Time, like quicksand, passed by, and after two more days, they didn’t know how many layers deeper they had gone, finally witnessing the so-called skirmish of the strong who entered earlier!

The scene was impressive; numerous powerful figures were fighting against the kings of the Dark Prison!

Among them, Lin Zifeng even saw that enchanting and country-toppling woman in white, the Human King, with a unique charm, although she was just an unconscious shell. Still, her looks and aura were exceptional.

She was the most breathtaking woman Lin Zifeng had seen in his life.

Besides the Human King, there were the Ghost King, the Rune King, the Heavenly Serpent King, the Peacock King, the Jiuyou King, and many other kings jumping out into the bloody battle.

There were even some particularly fierce kings that Lin Zifeng didn’t recognize, nor did the handsome guy, as these big shots were kings of certain eras during their lives.

Some kings could even be traced back to five hundred years ago, when the handsome guy wasn’t even born yet.

But one thing was sure: the deeper the king in the Dark Prison, the stronger they were.

So strong that it made the heart tremble.

The scale of the battle was vast, the atmosphere bloody and brutal, the battlefield enormous, and who knew how many cultivators were involved.

But Lin Zifeng didn’t care about how intense their battle was; he only wanted to know where his father was now?

According to the handsome guy’s earlier estimation at the thirteenth layer, they had walked for two more days. Now they were at least at the fifteenth or seventeenth layer, but why hadn’t he seen his father yet?

The Ten Layers Jiuyou King hadn’t died; could it be that his demonic Holy War father had fallen here?

Boom, boom, boom...

The battle erupted anew, reaching a critical point, with a large number of cultivators, both Eastern and Western. Among them, there were even hundreds of Saints!

This was something Lin Zifeng had never heard of before. Ordinarily, just one Saint’s appearance could shake a region, but now there were actually as many as hundreds of Saints!!!

What kind of concept is this?

But one thing Lin Zifeng could confirm was that close to eighty percent of these near a hundred Holy Level cultivators were from the West, while genuine Holy Level cultivators from the East were quite rare, only about twenty percent.

Though twenty percent might seem small, appearing with twenty Holy Level cultivators in the Dark Prison was simply mind-blowing.

"Oh my! Oh my! Oh my! A real battle of a hundred Saints!" The handsome guy howled, his eyes fanatically lit up.

From the moment of its birth, it had never seen such a shocking battle with so many Holy Level masters, it was as if all the powers of the Mortal World were focused here.

"And we don’t even know what hidden secrets lie behind this Dark Prison!" The handsome guy gnashed its teeth, frustrated at knowing so little about the Dark Prison’s existence. If possible, it would have stayed awake fewer years back at the Greek Altar.

Hearing the legends of the Dark Prison would have been a good choice too, rather than being blind now.

(The final battle is about to begin, everything starts from the Dark Prison, kill, kill, kill! Brothers, let’s leave a deep imprint for our boss’s year-end finale!)