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The sword forms collapsed, and the nine dragon souls flew backward. Nonetheless, they could not stop the fist from pounding toward Nash. Damn it! What the hell was this?

Nash's heart raced, and his scalp almost exploded. His first thought went back to the enormous skull. Could it be the revival of the god of the West? This idea took root in his mind as soon as it appeared.

Just as he was about to escape, he found himself frozen in place by an invisible force, unable to move at all. Even being an expert in the Profound Oriental Realm, he was suppressed by that invisible force. Just as the fist was about to hit Nash, a dilapidated building descended from the sky. In an instant, Nash broke free from the restraints and disappeared from the spot.

The dilapidated building slammed into the fist, cracking the giant fist's bones, making it retract back into the ground.

Shrouded in darkness, Nash heard footsteps behind him.

As he turned around, he saw a nearly 120-meter-tall skeleton striding toward him. At the top of the skeleton was the giant skull. At this moment, flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull, emitting a green light. Standing on top were the members of the Titan Guild.

Jenny sat cross-legged in the middle of the skull. Her face was pale, but her eyes were filled with excitement. The skeleton beneath her was the bones of a god, capable of killing Legendary Realm experts with just a finger. "Nash, come into the building quickly!"

On the seventh floor of the dilapidated building, Ryan stood by the window and shouted. Seeing this, Nash immediately flew into the seventh floor of the building.

Jenny's mouth curved slightly. She slowly raised her right hand, and a huge palm rose from the ground.

The palm blocked Nash's path. Nash drew out the Nine Dragons Sword and cleaved down with Mountain Carver.

The sword forms fell on the skeletal palm but still did not cause any damage to it.

The palm slapped toward Nash, who was defending himself with the sword horizontally. Nonetheless, it was as if the palm was carrying millions of tons of force. It even managed to crack the Nine Dragons Sword. Completely confused, Nash leaped into the air, attempting to leap over the palm and enter the building.

Once again, Jenny raised her hand, and the massive palm appeared in front of Nash out of nowhere. It then grabbed him in its palm.

Nash immediately crossed the Nine Dragons Sword with the Dragon's Roaring Spear, blocking the palm's grip.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The Dragon's Roaring Spear broke into pieces, and the Nine Dragons Sword developed more cracks.

The dilapidated building came crashing again, breaking a finger of the skeletal fist. Nash sprang out from between the fingers and smoothly entered the seventh floor of the dilapidated building.

"Let's go!" Eric shouted.

The dilapidated building shot out at an incredible speed.

It was unclear how long had passed before the dilapidated building landed with a crash.

On the seventh floor, Nash was sitting cross-legged, and his face was as pale as paper. Ryan squatted down and asked, "Nash, are you okay?"

Nash shook his head and said, "I'm fine, just some minor injuries to the nascent soul!"

Eric twitched his mouth and said, "You call injuries to the nascent soul minor?"

Nascent soul injuries were not just external or internal injuries. Nascent soul was the foundation of a Profound Oriental Realm cultivator, and ordinary medicines could not heal those injuries.

Nash glanced at everyone and felt slightly relieved to see all members of the Celestial Dragon Squadron present.

"Where did this building come from?"

Nash looked at the dilapidated

building. It was not very spacious,

about 200 square feet and

square-shaped. Each wall emitted a faint white light, making it look like it was daytime. However, the walls were covered with cracks, giving the impression that it could collapse at any moment.

Yet, despite being such a dilapidated building, it could easily break open the fist of a god of the West.

Eric lit a cigarette. Seeing Ryan eagerly eyeing him, he tossed another one over.

After taking two puffs of the

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cigarette, Eric slowly said, "I found it on a deserted island. The building, has nine floors, but we can only enter the seventh floor, and only on the seventh floor can we control the movement of the building!"