112: Chapter 112 Fighting Nine at the Same Time

The relationship between Ox-Head and Horse-Face and Meng Po is closer than that of any other heroes.

The Ten Great Yin Marshals are responsible for arresting and escorting lost souls. But the final destination of those souls is the Bridge of Helplessness, the Meng Po Soup, and reincarnation.

Without Meng Po, it would not matter how many souls Ox-Head and Horse-Face escorted. Those souls would be unable to cross the bridge or drink the soup, and would only be blocked at this end of the River of Oblivion, becoming lonely ghosts and wild spirits.

Now that Meng Po has arrived, the work of Ox-Head and Horse-Face finally has real meaning.

The increase in their rank was not accidental, but inevitable.

Su Bai focused his consciousness on Ox-Head and Horse-Face, carefully sensing their changes.

Seven stars.

It was indeed seven stars.

But Su Bai had a faint feeling in his heart.

The potential of the Ten Great Yin Marshals ends here.

At most, they can only reach seven stars.

It is not because they are not strong enough, but because their position in the Netherworld system determines their upper limit.

The Ten Great Yin Marshals belong to the lowest-level department with the worst benefits among all departments in the Netherworld system.

The Six Case Clerks, where Meng Po belongs, is an internal management department of the Netherworld used to manage the Ten Great Yin Marshals.

As for those above the Six Case Clerks, they are the Ten Kings of Hell.

They have higher ranks and possess even more powerful strength.

The most famous among them are King Qin Guang of the First Hall, King Yama of the Fifth Hall, and King Zhuanlun of the Tenth Hall.

Su Bai took a deep breath, suppressing this realization in his heart.

No rush.

The six and seven stars of the Ten Great Yin Marshals are enough for the current Tier 6 battlefield. Once he finishes devouring those nine Tier 6 worlds and expands the Netherworld World enough, he will consider the next step.

He withdrew his consciousness and looked back at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness.

Meng Po was still working.

One soul after another took the bowl from her hand, drank the Meng Po Soup, turned into specks of light, and floated toward reincarnation.

Her movements were consistent, and her voice was always gentle.

But Su Bai noticed that every time she handed out a bowl of soup, the stone patterns on the Bridge of Helplessness would brighten a bit. Those stone patterns spread from the bridgehead to the bridge tail, from the bridge tail to the Wangxiang Platform, from the Wangxiang Platform to the Three-Life Stone, and finally gathered in the large cauldron in the center of Meng Pos Pavilion.

The soup in the cauldron was increasing.

It was not being used up; it was accumulating.

Meng Po Soup does not need to be brewed and used immediately. It can be stored, settled, and fermented. The longer it is stored, the more effective it becomes.

Su Bai looked at the gradually filling cauldron, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Just as he was about to withdraw his consciousness, his communication terminal suddenly vibrated.

It was not Chu Kuangren; it was Chu Zhentian.

A text message, no holographic projection, just a single line of words.

[Chu Zhentian: The nine worlds are ready. When do you want them?]

Su Bai glanced at the time.

There were still twelve hours before the third round of the knockout competition began.

Enough.

He raised his hand and replied with three words.

[Su Bai: I want them now.]

The moment the message was sent, his communication terminal began to vibrate wildly.

It was not one message, but dozens. The Chu family's combat command system, the resource allocation center of the Qinglin Province Creators Association, and the eye of destiny's schedule coordination module were all activated at the same time.

Chu Zhentian did not send any more text.

He dialed the voice call directly.

"Su Bai." Chu Zhentian's voice was as steady as iron, but Su Bai could hear that this twelfth-order Creator's breathing was a bit faster than usual. "The world bridges for all nine worlds have been connected. I've arranged the devouring order for you, starting from the easiest, one by one."

"No need," Su Bai interrupted him.

Chu Zhentian was silent for half a second.

"What do you mean?"

"All at once," Su Bai said.

The other end of the communication was quiet for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later, Chu Zhentian's voice rang out again. This time, there was an emotion in his voice that Su Bai had never heard before.

It was not shock or anger, but a near-frenzied appreciation.

"All at once?" He repeated those words as if savoring their weight. "Nine Tier 6 ownerless worlds, starting wars simultaneously. Can your Netherworld handle it?"

Su Bai did not answer this question.

He just said one sentence.

"Send me the coordinates of the world bridges."

The other end of the communication was quiet for a few more seconds.

Then Chu Zhentian laughed.

The laughter was light, but Su Bai heard many things in it. There was expectation, apprehension, and a sense of relief that said, "I really did not misjudge the person."

"The coordinates have been sent to your terminal."

The call ended.

Su Bai looked down at his communication terminal.

On the screen, nine coordinates were neatly arranged. Each coordinate corresponded to a world, and each world was marked with detailed information.

Ashen Realm. Deep Rock Realm. Storm Realm. Gloom Realm. Blood Sea Realm. Golden Realm. Emerald Realm. Bone Realm. Dragon Blood Realm.

Nine names, nine coordinates, nine pieces of land waiting to be devoured.

Su Bai closed the terminal and closed his eyes.

His consciousness sank into the Netherworld World.

The grayish-white Yin Qi surged like a sea.

Before the Ghost Gate Pass, the Ten Great Yin Marshals had already assembled.

The Ghost King floated at the very front, his golden vertical pupils as calm as water. Behind him, Black and White Impermanence stood side by side, Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood silently, the Day Patrol Envoy and Night Patrol Envoy, one in gold and one in silver, shone in harmony, and the Four Great Demon Underworld Envoys were scattered in all directions.

At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, Meng Po stopped her movements. She looked up toward the world core, a faint smile appearing on her aged face.

"The Lord is going to war," she said softly, then lowered her head and continued to scoop soup.

"Drink it."

"Forget your past life and go to the next."

In the Living World, all six major races, totaling 5.7 million units, were lined up.

Mushroom People emerged from the Mycelium Deep Forest. Five hundred thousand Mushroom People formed neat phalanxes, with grayish-white spores drifting around them like snowy mist.

Shadow Demons rose from the abyss. Eight hundred thousand Shadow Demons floated in mid-air, their bodies existing between darkness and Yin Qi, appearing faintly in the grayish-white light.

Ice Crystals came from the ice plains. One hundred and fifty thousand Ice Crystals were like moving glaciers, their bodies shimmering with a faint blue light in the Yin Qi.

Naga emerged from the ocean. 1.5 million Naga held tridents, their silver-gray scales shining in the Yin Qi.

Humans walked out of the ruins. 4.5 million humans knelt on the ground under the leadership of priests, and grayish-white Power Of Faith surged from them, converging into pillars of light that shot straight into the sky.

Rakshasas jumped down from the city walls. 1.2 million Rakshasas let out a world-shaking battle roar, dark golden blood energy surging on them like burning flames.

Zhao Tiezhu stood at the very front of the Rakshasa army, his Tier 6 aura released without reservation. His body had grown to five meters, his greenish-gray skin covered with thick keratinous scales, his fangs protruding, his claws like knives, and his dark golden vertical pupils burning with battle intent.

"Lord," his voice was as coarse as thunder, "the Rakshasas are ready."

Su Bai's conscious avatar stood at the world core, overlooking this piece of land with a diameter of 2,450 kilometers.

He raised his hand.

The coordinates of the nine world bridges appeared in his consciousness.

Ashen Realm. Deep Rock Realm. Storm Realm. Gloom Realm. Blood Sea Realm. Golden Realm. Emerald Realm. Bone Realm. Dragon Blood Realm.

Nine directions, nine battlefields, nine simultaneous wars.

The corners of Su Bai's mouth curled up slightly.

"Ten Great Yin Marshals, hear my command."

The Ghost King bowed his head.

Black and White Impermanence bowed their heads.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face bowed their heads.

The Day Patrol Envoy bowed his head.

The Night Patrol Envoy bowed his head.

Leopard Tail, Bird Beak, Fish Gills, and Wasp bowed their heads.

"We are here."

"Ghost King, take the Naga Race and Ice Crystal Race to attack the Dragon Blood Realm."

"Black and White Impermanence, take the Shadow Demon race and Mushroom People race to attack the Golden Realm."

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face, take the Rakshasa race to attack the Bone Realm."

"Day Patrol Envoy and Night Patrol Envoy, take the humans to attack the Emerald Realm."

"Leopard Tail, take all the beast races of the Netherworld to attack the Gloom Realm."

"Bird Beak, take all the avian races of the Netherworld to attack the Storm Realm."

"Fish Gills, take all the aquatic races of the Netherworld to attack the Deep Rock Realm."

"Wasp, take all the insect races of the Netherworld to attack the Ashen Realm."

"As for the Blood Sea Realm, I will have Meng Po attack it personally."

Nine orders, nine battlefields, nine targets.

The Ten Great Yin Marshals bowed their heads simultaneously.

"Yes."

Su Bai withdrew his gaze, and his conscious avatar dissipated from the world core.

The next second, his true body appeared at the boundary of the Netherworld World.

The coordinates of the nine world bridges unfolded before him like nine giant portals leading to nine different worlds.

He raised his hand and gave a light wave.

"Open."