266: Chapter 266 The Illusory Image of the Underworld

The Senluo Ghost Domain stretched for six or seven hundred meters.

Ghost Souls emerged constantly, and resentment soared to the heavens.

All attributes of enemies within the Domain were suppressed by twenty percent.

The legion of Ghost Souls summoned by Hong Yin moved as if through an uninhabited land, clashing with the Strength Clan and the Breaking Clan.

Su Wen, wearing a mask, stood atop a Ghost General.

He looked down from above.

He knew Zi Ji was nearby.

He had no concerns.

Su Wen wanted to see how long it would take for the Breaking Clan and the Strength Clan to be annihilated.

He released his Spirit Ability without reservation, and the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring began to rotate.

"Sixth Spirit Skill!"

"Underworld Descent: Ten Thousand Ghosts' Assistance!"

The moment the Spirit Ability was activated, light flickered in the sky, and then a phantom of a gate resembling the Underworld appeared in mid-air.

The World suddenly darkened, and Yin Qi spread out like ink.

The outline of the Underworld emerged from the Void Realm; the ghostly aura suppressed all things into silence, and even the wind froze into cold blades.

The moment the Underworld Gate opened, dark thunder rolled across the sky, and the Yin wind howled.

Countless fragmented vengeful Souls shrieked as they swarmed out.

Piercing, shrill ghostly screams punctured eardrums; wherever the Yin Qi passed, the vitality of the earth was extinguished, and life-claiming ghost shadows were everywhere.

Those of the Breaking Clan and the Defense Clan who were still fighting instantly felt terror.

The phantom of the Underworld floated above their heads like a sword held to their necks.

A large number of Underworld Ghost Souls joined the battle, putting pressure on the Breaking Clan and the Strength Clan; people were constantly trampled and dragged into the black mist by Ghost Souls, their desperate wails cut short by ghostly shadows as boundless fear spread through the mortal World.

"What kind of Spirit Ability is that? To actually release so many things that are neither human nor ghost."

Yang Wudi held his Soul Breaking Spear, and his seventh spirit ring rotated rapidly.

"Destroy it, or we will surely die!"

Looking at that projection of the Underworld, a continuous stream of Ghost Souls floated out from within, seemingly without end.

To this point, Yang Wudi and Tai Tan still hadn't figured out exactly who wanted to exterminate their two clans.

The Spirit Hall?

It didn't look like them at all; there were no people from the Spirit Hall here, only a group of ghosts and monsters.

"No, he is the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. I have seen this kind of spirit ring before."

"To think that the dignified Holy Son of Spirit Hall has such a dark Spirit!"

Tai Tan stared at Su Wen, the only one among the Ghost Souls who looked human.

He could never forget those six unique spirit rings on his body; they were an existence that had never appeared from ancient times to the present.

The current Su Wen didn't look like a Saint at all; he was a complete Devil Head.

"Holy Son of Spirit Hall, why do you attack us? With your current methods and behavior, wouldn't it bring shame to the Spirit Hall if word got out?"

"Hahaha, I'm not a man of many words, so you only need to know that none of you will leave alive tonight."

The Ghost Garment Ghost Emperor Spirit appeared beside Su Wen, followed by 'Martial Soul Possession.'

A dark red power radiated from the Spirit.

Everywhere the dark red power passed, the surrounding buildings and the ground were draped in a layer of festive red carpets and lanterns.

More black-shadow Ghost Souls emerged from the ground.

The Ghost Emperor Spirit's body expanded to over a hundred meters in size, cradling Su Wen in its hands.

Su Wen stood in its palm, easily looking down at the ground below.

The emerging Ghost Souls surrounded the Ghost Bride, while also emitting sonic interference energy toward the surrounding enemies.

The Underworld, the Ghost Bride, the shrieking of ten thousand ghosts, blood rain falling from the sky, and rolling dark thunder.

Both Yang Wudi and Tai Tan were intimidated, let alone the members of their clans.

"Destroy that thing above first!"

"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul True Body: Human and Spear as One!"

Yang Wudi suppressed the shock in his heart and stared intently at the phantom of the Underworld.

If this gate didn't close, the surrounding Ghost Souls would keep increasing.

No matter how many were killed, they could never be finished.

Yang Wudi transformed his entire body into a black flame form and charged toward the Underworld phantom.

The Yin wind swept in, and over a hundred Ghost Souls crashed into him; Yang Wudi felt his mental World suffer a Soul-like blow.

He couldn't help but show a pained expression as he swung his long spear, resolving one Ghost Soul after another, but he was ultimately surrounded by thousands of them, unable to get any closer to the Underworld phantom.

The red veil on the Ghost Emperor Spirit's head swayed in the wind, and its eyes could be vaguely seen emitting a hazy blood-light, locking onto Yang Wudi.

This single glance caused the Ghost Souls around Yang Wudi to automatically self-destruct.

A mushroom cloud exploded in the air, and the resulting fire vortex swept Yang Wudi inside.

The Underworld phantom lowered a chain, locking Yang Wudi's Soul and dragging it toward the Eighteen Levels of Hell; no matter how Yang Wudi's Soul struggled, it could not escape the tight Binding of the Soul-Hooking Chain as it entered those Eighteen Levels of Hell.

"Ah!! Die!!"

Tai Tan was also besieged by a large number of Ghost Souls and was heavily wounded; he chose to self-destruct.

The explosion of a Spirit Douluo took out a swath of Ghost Souls, but Tai Tan's Soul was similarly tethered by the Underworld phantom and pulled toward the Eighteen Levels of Hell, toward the direction of the oil cauldrons...

After passing through the Eighteen Levels of Purgatory, they would once again become monsters in the Ghastly Rain.

With the deaths of the two Clan Chiefs, the Strength Clan and the Breaking Clan were slaughtered to the last by the Underworld army in just a few moments.

When the phantom of the Underworld vanished, the Ghost Souls in the entire area dissipated along with it in the blink of an eye.

Only the Ghost Souls summoned by Hong Yin remained in place.

Hong Yin recalled the Ghost Souls, and Su Wen recalled Hong Yin.

The World instantly returned to the normal colors of the night.

A short while later, several figures flew in from the distance.

When the people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School arrived, they saw Su Wen rummaging through things in the ruins of the Strength Clan.

"Holy Son of Spirit Hall..."

"This!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the surroundings strangely.

Sword Douluo did the same.

Especially Sword Douluo; he had already felt the evil aura here from a distance. That evil was simply indescribable, more fallen than a Fallen Spirit Master, as if it were an aura that had crawled out of Hell.

But after arriving, he actually couldn't see the evil power anymore.

"Saint, what is going on here?"

"We received a message that there was a powerful Fallen Spirit Master here, suspected to be a Titled Douluo. Why don't we see them?"

Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo came before Su Wen.

Sword Douluo's expression was somewhat surprised; he actually couldn't feel the sinister aura on Su Wen's body.

He remembered that during their last meeting, Su Wen's entire being was full of darkness and ultimate evil. Looking at him now, the aura on his body had mostly dissipated, one could even say it was almost gone.

Strange, did this kid learn to restrain the power of his Spirit, or did he obtain another Opportunity?

"School Master Ning arrived quite late. They have already been wiped out by our Spirit Hall. If you had been a bit earlier, you would have seen a spectacular battle."

"This... the Strength Clan, they..."

"How can one exterminate Fallen Spirit Masters without sacrificing people? The Strength Clan and the Breaking Clan have all perished in battle. I am currently accepting their inheritance..."

"What???"

Ning Fengzhi frowned, somewhat unbelieving.