The pavilion’s ninety-ninth level and roof were only separated by a thin screen. Although this screen seemed fragile, no one else aside from the First Nightking had ever managed to move past the screen in all of history. This screen had stopped any and all attempts to reach the summit. 

Nightking Zhenwu made no move to stop Lu Yin as he approached the screen.

Lu Yin’s eyes flashed, and he raised a hand to touch the screen.

RIght when he made contact with the screen, Nightking Zhenwu arrived next to him, and the Nightking also tried to pass through the screen.

Thus, the two youths touched the screen at the same moment.

This single layer of screen felt like an endless amount of spiritual force had been compressed into a storm of sharp knives that whirled about, attempting to slice Lu Yin’s body apart. The sheer power of this spiritual force could fry his brain like lightning.

Lu Yin groaned, and blood leaked from his ears as his eyes went slack. He was unable to endure this spiritual force. This was the power that had stopped countless geniuses from the Daynight clan, and it had also stopped Nightking Zhenwu during his last attempt to pass through the screen. 

Although Lu Yin’s spiritual force was incredible, he was only able to rival the Ten Arbiters’ spiritual force, and he was significantly lacking when compared to Nightking Zhenwu in this area, as the Nightking’s spiritual force was exceptionally gifted. There was no need to even mention the past First Nightking, as that man had beaten an entire...