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But now...

The lingering sense of unreality in Chen Ming's heart was filled.

Because in the battle scene of the Demon Lord that I just witnessed, any one of the massive army of the Divine Path below would be an opponent of the level of Shadow Blade.

Chen Ming boasted that he was stronger than Shadow Blade.

But just how much stronger can it be?

If he were to enter this world and become a part of the scene, how different would he be from these people who would vanish in the blink of an eye?

"call……"

Just thinking about the gap made him feel desperate.

I thought I was strong enough, at least I really didn't catch my breath after entering the game, and I was frantically improving myself.

But now it seems that just two years of effort pales in comparison to these monsters who have lived for countless years and have been resurrected countless times...

They are nothing but ants!

A strong sense of frustration, like a giant millstone, relentlessly crushed Chen Ming's heart.

At that moment, Chen Ming's heart suddenly trembled.

An uncontrollable thought suddenly surged into my mind.

"Without taking shortcuts, there is no hope of achieving anything in this life."

"No matter how many hardships we endure, no matter how many times we struggle desperately, even if we give our all..."

"In the end, it can all be wiped out with just a glance or a wave of the hand."

What's the point?

A variety of emotions flashed in Chen Ming's eyes.

fear.

unwilling.

Shrinking back.

confused.

Hesitation.

As these emotions intertwined and flickered, they eventually formed an irrepressible expectation and longing in his eyes.

He almost instinctively raised his hand, about to stroke the divine runes in front of him.

The divine runes shimmered with an eerie and magnificent purple-gold hue.

Those fifteen strokes seemed to outline the myriad paths of the world, divine patterns that captivated and enchanted the viewer at a glance.

It exudes endless charm at this moment.

Chen Ming was completely unable to control himself.

His hand slowly reached out, and he seemed to be possessed.

On this empty, deserted white marble avenue.

No one could stop Chen Ming from reaching out his hand at this moment.

"Snapped……"

Chen Ming's fingertips finally touched the divine runes engraved on the base of the sculpture.

A faint sound came from the light tapping of fingertips.

The cold touch of the white marble felt like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head.

Chen Ming was startled and instantly broke free from the strange state, regaining his senses.

"What's going on...?"

"I feel like I've been bewitched!"

Chen Ming recalled his state just now and felt a wave of fear.

This was definitely something the Hall of Truth did on purpose.

Through a series of exquisite battles, the audience is irresistibly drawn in, and then these battle scenes subtly influence their inner world.

Just like those gamblers who are addicted to gambling, they have become accustomed to winning or losing tens of thousands of dollars at the card table. After winning hundreds of thousands of dollars in one night, they can no longer tolerate the five or six thousand dollars they earn from working hard for a month.

Having witnessed countless divine powers.

How could one not feel disgusted with oneself right now?

Especially Chen Ming.

He wasn't just watching these battles with awe and reverence.

He was still secretly comparing the gap between himself and them.

After all, Chen Ming already knew the true nature of this world, and he understood that if he wanted to transcend all of this, he needed to defeat opponents far superior to these ancient powerhouses.

Above them are the poles that use themselves as disposable petri dishes.

Above the highest level lies the power of oversight left behind by the Creators, an absolute and invincible force in this world.

In terms of regulatory power, it is precisely the creators who have created this inescapable, endlessly recurring world of the Colosseum.

Layer by layer.

Stacked on top of each other.

The sense of pressure on Chen Ming also increased exponentially.

Therefore, Chen Ming's willpower, which had been as strong as steel that had sustained him to this point, became his greatest weakness at this moment, causing him to fall into demonic possession.

As the saying goes, too much rigidity leads to breakage.

Chen Ming just encountered such a situation.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he was jolted awake and managed to pull back from the brink, preventing the worst from happening.

He looked at his fingertips lightly touching the Demon Lord's divine mark, and felt a wave of fear wash over him, his back breaking out in a cold sweat.

Just as Chen Ming was feeling fortunate...

Suddenly, a cold system notification sounded in his ear.

"Ding... You have successfully initiated the challenge!"

"Awakening the No. 85 strongest warrior—[Demon Lord]!"

"The battle between the No. 23 powerhouse [Tian Kui] and the No. 85 powerhouse [Demon Lord] is ready!"

"Battle is about to begin. Please prepare, No. 23 [Tian Kui]!"