113: Chapter 113 only takes three hours

Tianyuan Arena, Winners' Bracket Rest Area, Lounge No. 019.

Su Bai sat cross-legged on the sofa, his consciousness completely submerged into the Netherworld World.

The coordinates of nine world bridges expanded before him like nine massive gateways leading to nine different worlds. Each gateway emitted a different colored light.

The dark red of the Ashen Realm, the earthy brown of the Deep Rock Realm, the cyan-gray of the Storm Realm, the deep purple of the Gloom Realm, the scarlet of the Blood Sea Realm, the brilliant gold of the Golden Realm, the emerald green of the Emerald Realm, the ghastly white of the Bone Realm, and the dark gold of the Dragon Blood Realm.

Nine colors, nine civilizations, nine lands waiting to be devoured.

Su Bai raised his hand and gave a gentle wave.

"Open."

The nine gateways swung open simultaneously.

Grayish-white Yin Qi surged from the borders of the Netherworld World like a flood breaking through a dam, pouring into the nine gateways and into the nine worlds. Wherever the Yin Qi passed, the void began to tremble, world barriers began to crack, and the nine different colored lights began to be swallowed by the grayish-white.

Inside the core control room of the Tianyuan Arena, the alarm of the eye of destiny suddenly blared.

[Warning! Abnormal energy fluctuations detected!]

[Source: No. 1 Netherworld World]

[Anomaly Type: Simultaneous activation of nine world bridges]

[Risk Level: Unknown]

[Recommendation: Immediately disconnect connection]

Tian Heng stood before the eye of destiny, his pupils slightly constricting as he watched the light screen showing the nine world bridges operating in synchronization.

"Taking on nine at once..." His voice was soft, but every word sounded as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth. "Is this Su Bai insane?"

The calculation core of the eye of destiny whirred frantically as countless streams of data poured down the light screen.

[Nine world bridges operating in synchronization...]

[Netherworld World Yin Qi output power: Reached 800% of normal value]

[world core load rate: 92%]

[Estimate: If nine bridges are maintained simultaneously for more than six hours, the Netherworld World core will collapse due to overload]

[Current operating time: Three minutes]

Tian Heng looked at the "92%" figure, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest.

"Six hours?" he whispered. "He doesn't need six hours at all."

He paused, his gaze falling on those nine gateways.

"Three hours. At most, three hours."

...

In the Netherworld World, before Ghost Gate Pass.

Nine armies set out at the same time.

The first route, led by the Ghost King, targeted the Dragon Blood Realm.

The Ghost King hovered before the Dragon Blood Realm gateway, his golden vertical pupils coldly surveying the dark gold world within. Behind him, 1.5 million Naga Race warriors stood in neat formation, their silver-gray scales glinting coldly in the Yin Qi. 150,000 Ice Crystal Race warriors floated in mid-air, their bodies like moving glaciers emitting a bone-chilling cold.

"Dragon Blood Realm." The Ghost King's voice was deep like a tolling bell. "Dragon bloodline—even if degraded, they are the strongest opponents on this battlefield."

He drew his ghost king sword, its eerie blue light intertwining with the grayish-white Yin Qi.

"Naga, advance from the front. Ice Crystals, flank them. Leave the Dragon Blood King to me."

1.5 million Naga raised their Tridents simultaneously, letting out low battle roars. 150,000 Ice Crystals simultaneously released their Extreme Cold Domain, causing the air temperature to plummet to a hundred degrees below zero.

The Ghost King stepped into the Dragon Blood Realm.

The moment he stepped through the gate, a wave of scorching heat rushed toward him. It was Dragon Might; even if degraded and thin, the inherent pressure of the dragon bloodline still made ordinary Yin Qi units feel uncomfortable.

But the Ghost King was no ordinary unit.

He was the Ghost King of the Netherworld.

Behind him, the phantom of Ghost Gate Pass towered majestically, the runes on its doors erupting with blinding blue light. Before Ghost Gate Pass, that Dragon Might was like a breeze before a mountain, suppressed instantly.

In the center of the Dragon Blood Realm, a massive figure rose from a throne piled high with dark gold bones.

The Dragon Blood King.

He stood over ten zhang tall, his body like a small mountain. His skin was dark gold, covered in thick dragon scales.

Though those scales had lost the luster a dragon should have, they were still as hard as steel. A pair of curved dragon horns grew from his head; their tips were worn, but still sharp. His eyes were dark gold vertical pupils that clashed with the Ghost King's eyes in the void.

The Dragon Blood King's aura was at the peak of the Sixth Rank.

Behind him, 800,000 Dragon-Blood Orcs stood in neat formation. Those orcs were burly, generally over three meters tall, covered in thin scales with tusks protruding from their mouths, holding weapons polished from dragon bones.

The Dragon Blood King looked down at the grayish-white figure, a hint of contempt flashing in his dark gold vertical pupils.

"A ghost from the Yin Qi World? You dare step into the territory of the Dragon Blood Realm?"

The Ghost King did not answer.

He simply raised his hand, pointing the ghost king sword at the Dragon Blood King.

"Kill."

A single word.

1.5 million Naga charged simultaneously.

150,000 Ice Crystals simultaneously released an Ice Blade Storm.

The Ghost King's figure vanished from his spot and reappeared before the Dragon Blood King the next second, his ghost king sword slashing down.

The Dragon Blood King roared, raising both arms to block. His arms were covered in thick dragon scales, but before the ghost king sword, those scales were like paper.

The sword fell.

The Dragon Blood King's left arm was severed at the elbow, dark gold blood spurting out.

The Dragon Blood King's pupils shrank violently.

"You!!!"

The Ghost King gave him no chance to speak. A second strike had already slashed down.

Nether Slash.

The Dragon Blood King tried his best to dodge to the side, but the ghost king sword still struck his shoulder. The blade sliced through dragon scales, through muscle, and through bone, nearly cleaving half his body open.

The Dragon Blood King was sent flying, crashing through the throne behind him, through the dark gold bone wall, and through the border mountains of the Dragon Blood Realm.

His aura plummeted from the peak of the Sixth Rank to the middle stage of the Sixth Rank.

"How is this possible..." He struggled to stand up, his dark gold vertical pupils filled with disbelief. "What are you?!"

The Ghost King hovered before him, his golden vertical pupils looking at him coldly.

"Netherworld, Ghost King."

He raised the ghost king sword, the eerie blue light on the blade condensing into a massive vortex.

"On your way."

The third strike fell.

The Dragon Blood King's head flew off, dark gold blood drawing an arc in the air.

The Dragon Blood King had fallen.

Seeing the fall of their king, the morale of the 800,000 Dragon-Blood Orcs collapsed instantly. The Naga's Tridents harvested them, and the Ice Crystals' ice blades danced through their ranks.

The Dragon Blood Realm was crumbling.

The second route, led by Ox-Head and Horse-Face, targeted the Bone Realm.

The gateway to the Bone Realm emitted a ghastly white light, revealing a wasteland paved with white bones within. Countless Skeleton Warriors crawled out from underground, eerie green ghost fires burning in their hollow eye sockets. Their numbers exceeded 2.5 million, densely packed and covering the land.

Ox-Head stood before the gateway, his blood-red eyes looking at the wasteland of white bones.

"Bone Realm." His voice was heavy like thunder. "An undead civilization with extremely high Yin Energy Affinity. These bone racks are practically in the same line of work as our Netherworld."

Horse-Face stood beside him, a strange smile appearing on his long horse face.

"Same line of work? Then let's show them what the real underworld looks like."

He raised his chains, the runes on them erupting with pitch-black light.

Zhao Tiezhu stood behind Ox-Head and Horse-Face as 1.2 million Rakshasa let out earth-shaking battle cries. Dark gold blood-qi surged over them like burning flames.

"Bone racks?" Zhao Tiezhu grinned, his tusks exposed. "I love dismantling bones the most."

Ox-Head raised his Steel Fork and pointed forward abruptly.

"Rakshasa, charge!"

1.2 million Rakshasa surged out like a tide, crashing into the formation of Skeleton Warriors. Rakshasa claws shredded white bones, Rakshasa tusks bit through ribs, and Rakshasa fists smashed skulls. Dark gold blood-qi and ghastly white bone dust intertwined, turning the battlefield into a meat grinder instantly.

The sovereign of the Bone Realm hovered in the center of the wasteland—a massive existence stitched together from countless skeletons, standing over fifty zhang tall, his body composed of tens of thousands of skulls. His aura was at the high stage of the Sixth Rank.

He looked down at the Rakshasa who were shredding his subjects, the green ghost fires in his hollow eye sockets burning intensely.

"Undead... fighting undead?" His voice sounded like countless bones grinding together. "What things are you?"

Horse-Face's figure appeared before him.

Chains flew out from his palm, wrapping around the Bone Sovereign's neck.

"Netherworld, Law Enforcers." Horse-Face's voice was sharp as the wind. "Specializing in curing all kinds of defiance."

He yanked the chains, dragging the Bone Sovereign's body forward. Ox-Head appeared before him, his Steel Fork carrying the full weight of the Tongue-Pulling Hell as it smashed into the sovereign's head.

Boom!

The Bone Sovereign's head was smashed to pieces, countless skulls scattering in all directions. But his body did not fall; those scattered skulls circled in the air, reassembling into a new head.

"I am undead..." His voice came from the new head. "You cannot kill me!!"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Ox-Head and Horse-Face simultaneously activated their twin skill.

[Escort Impermanence]

Ox-Head and Horse-Face attacked together, the Steel Fork and chains intertwining into a massive net that enveloped the Bone Sovereign. The Bone Sovereign struggled desperately; his body constantly disintegrated, reassembled, disintegrated, and reassembled, but each reassembly was slower than the last, and each disintegration was more thorough.

Because Meng Po's power was entwined around the chains.

The mental link between Horse-Face and Meng Po played its role at this moment. Meng Po's "Six Paths Affinity" power was transmitted through the chains to the Bone Sovereign's body, suppressing the undead power within him.

The Bone Sovereign let out a desperate roar.

"No!! You can't!! I am the King of the Bone Realm!!"

Ox-Head's blood-red eyes stared at him, his voice heavy like thunder.

"Before the Netherworld, there are no kings."

The Steel Fork fell.

The Bone Sovereign's body was completely smashed, countless skulls scattering across the ground, no longer able to reassemble.

The Bone Sovereign had fallen.