After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

On the outskirts of the Demonic Abyss, three layers of light curtains enveloped the cold air, sealing the surging black fog within the abyss.

Two hours...

Dark, three hours later...

Time passes little by little.

The time of waiting is always anxious.

If it is confirmed that the person is a demon from another world, then it is necessary to mobilize all the people of the Divine Punishment Department.

But the problem now is that whether that person is or not is just a suspicion, and there is no conclusion.

The messenger of God sat upright in the golden chariot, with impatience gradually appearing between his brows.

The elders of the Fu family and Hu Tiancheng and others stood quietly on both sides, their eyes occasionally sweeping towards the direction of the Demon Abyss.

The three hundred Red Flame Armored Soldiers were on high alert, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Four hours later, the divine messenger lifted the curtain of the carriage and swept a cold gaze over the crowd: "How long can that thief survive?"

Hu Tiancheng hurried forward and bowed, "My Lord, the devouring power of the Demonic Abyss's Corrosion Mist intensifies with time. The thieves have already suffered heavy losses in the fierce battle, and they have no valuable treasures to protect themselves. I believe that within six hours at most, we will see the outcome."

The Fu family elder nodded slowly: "Under the Eclipse Mist, even a Divine Bridge in its late stages would have difficulty withstanding. If this boy's strength is not enough to reach the Divine Bridge, then even if his body is strong, six hours is indeed the upper limit."

The divine messenger snorted coldly, "It's better this way. If you let him get away, you should all understand the consequences."

The curtain dropped, waiting to continue.

From late night to the next morning, and then from early morning into darkness again, the Demon Abyss was always silent.

The black fog continued to surge as usual, and there was no movement except for the eternal roar that seemed to never stop.

The divine messenger spoke again, his face as dark as water: "A day and a half has passed, and there's not even a sound? Could he really have died in there?"

Hu Tiancheng looked puzzled. "Common sense doesn't allow this to happen... Could he really have some way to resist the eroding fog? That's too unlikely. I'm afraid he really died in it."

"I also think this possibility is the greatest. Even if we enter this magic fog, it will only last for one day at most." The elder of the Fu family also said.

As they were talking, the sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard in the distance. A group of Fu family monks were galloping over, escorting dozens of bound people.

The leading general dismounted and knelt on one knee: "Your Excellency! All the men and women from Tianshe Pavilion have been captured and are awaiting their fate!"

The divine messenger raised his eyebrows slightly, then remembered the order from yesterday: "Bring it up."

The one pushed to the front was an old man with disheveled hair, swollen cheeks, and even his skeleton staff was broken - it was the old monster Mo Qianyang from Tianshe.

Upon seeing the divine envoy, Mo Qianyang immediately knelt and kowtowed, "Sir, spare my life! I have never accepted a disciple, let alone known the Black Stone Town thieves! Someone must have framed me!"

He knocked his head until his forehead bled, his voice hoarse, "Although I have followed evil ways, I have never dared to offend the Divine Court over the years. I beg for your understanding, sir!"

The divine messenger looked at his bewildered appearance with a cold gaze, the corner of his lips raised slightly: "Black Stone pointed it out, the thief claimed to be from the Tianpardon Pavilion, and even called you by your name... You say it has nothing to do with it?"

Mo Qianyang burst into tears. "It must be that old bastard Black Stone seeking revenge. It's common knowledge that he and I have always been at odds. I beg you to understand."

The divine messenger said no more, but waved his hand indifferently: "Hold him. If the thief shows up, use him as a hostage. If he is already dead, we will deal with him later."

"Unjust, unjust, the greatest injustice of all time~"

Mo Qianyang was dragged away wailing, and the decades-long foundation of Tianshe Pavilion disappeared into thin air.

This was something Qin He had never expected. At the beginning, he just wanted to avenge Mo Qianyang's pursuit and made up an identity to cause some trouble for Mo Qianyang.

As a result... the Fu family took action, and a group of people attacked the Tianshe Pavilion directly from the outside, killing all the gods and Buddhas who stood in their way. Some of the people in the famous Tianshe Pavilion fled, and some died.

The rest were all caught here.

In the face of absolute power, existence and destruction sometimes have nothing to do with oneself.

And deep in the Demonic Abyss, Qin He is experiencing the biggest crisis since crossing the border.

No matter how strong the body is, it cannot withstand the Demon Abyss's forced extraction of life force.

The magic fog seemed to have touched the power of the law. It was completely unreasonable and endlessly extracted. When the supplies were exhausted, Qin He had no other choice.

Two days later, his life was hanging by a thread.