124: Chapter 124 The Extinction of the Wind Spirit, the Bone Spirit of the Underworld

1.5 million Rakshasa surged from the direction of Rakshasa City, their dark gold blood qi like a burning sea, dyeing the purple mist of the Gloomy Swamp dark gold.

Zhao Tiezhu charged at the very front, his Tier 6 middle stage aura released without reservation; his claws tore through one Shadow Demon after another, and his fangs crushed their shadow bodies.

Blood Howl followed closely behind as 400,000 Dragon-Blood Orcs let out earth-shaking war cries. Blood Howl's Dragon Flame incinerated the Shadow Demons, turning their shadow bodies to ash. His Dragon Might suppressed the Shadow Demons' Space Folding ability; within the range of his Dragon Might, the Shadow Demons were unable to perform any Space Folding.

The Frost King arrived from the Extreme Cold Ice Plains, and the Extreme Cold Domain of 150,000 Ice Crystals warriors covered the entire battlefield. The Shadow Demons' speed slowed in the extreme cold, their shadow bodies began to freeze, and their Space Folding ability became unstable under the low temperature.

Jin led 200,000 Golden Giants to outflank them from the wings, their metallic bodies moving across the battlefield like mobile fortresses. Their fists smashed into the Shadow Demons, pounding their shadow bodies into fragments.

The Naga surged out from the Deep Blue Sea Abyss; 1.5 million Naga warriors rose from the waters of the Gloomy Swamp, their tridents piercing the Shadow Demons' bodies while the mages' incantations shattered the Shadow Demons' wills.

The Mushroom People's Spore Domain covered the entire battlefield, and greyish-white spores drifted through the air, causing the Shadow Demons' shadow bodies to begin to rot.

Human priests prayed in the rear, and the Power Of Faith of 4.5 million humans transformed into pillars of greyish-white light, blessing the warriors on the front lines.

Even the Tree Spirits sent reinforcements. 50,000 Tree Spirits arrived from the southern wasteland, their vines entangling the Shadow Demons and trapping them in place, making them targets for the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orcs.

The eight great races joined forces to fight the Shadow Demons.

Shadow Blade stood in the center of the battlefield, his greyish-white eyes watching the enemies surging from all directions, finally realizing one thing.

The Shadow Demons had provoked public wrath.

Although the Troglodytes were weak, they were the most hardworking race in the Netherworld World. They provided a vast amount of resources for all races; without the Troglodytes, the civilization of the Netherworld World would regress by at least three hundred years.

The Shadow Demons' attempt to monopolize the ore veins and massacre the Troglodytes had touched the bottom line of all races.

"Retreat." Shadow Blade's voice was as cold as iron. "Shadow Demons, retreat."

600,000 Shadow Demons receded like a tide, leaving behind shadow fragments and greyish-white mist covering the ground.

In this battle, the Shadow Demons lost 200,000. The Troglodytes lost 80,000. The Rakshasa lost 10,000. The Dragon-Blood Orcs lost 20,000. The Ice Crystals lost 10,000. The Golden Giants lost 5,000. The Naga lost 30,000. The Mushroom People lost 10,000. The humans lost 2,000. The Tree Spirits lost 10,000.

The Shadow Demons' ambition was completely crushed.

The eight hundredth year.

The Wind Spirits went extinct.

Seven hundred years had passed, and the number of Wind Spirits had dropped from 300,000 to 50,000, then to 10,000, and finally to 1,000. Their winds grew weaker, their bodies became more transparent, and their voices grew lighter.

The Wind Spirits had never crossed the boundaries set by the Shadow Demons. They lingered on in the most peripheral skies; the storm clouds had already dissipated completely, leaving only a few wisps of grey-blue breeze drifting at the edge of the Netherworld World.

Feng Hen had grown old. He was the last elder of the Wind Spirits and their last hope. His body was so transparent it was almost invisible, and his voice was as light as wind passing through dry leaves.

"The Wind Spirits... are going extinct." He stood upon the last storm cloud, looking down at the greyish-white land below, his grey-blue eyes filled with sorrow.

By his side, fewer than a thousand Wind Spirits remained. Their bodies were equally transparent, their winds equally weak, and their wills equally dejected.

"Elder, where... can we still go?" a young Wind Spirit asked, a sob in its voice.

Feng Hen did not answer.

He closed his eyes and felt the wind of the Netherworld World. The wind condensed from Yin Qi blew from Ghost Gate Pass, crossed River of Oblivion, crossed Bridge of Helplessness, passed through Rakshasa City, crossed the Dragon Blood Wasteland, passed through the Golden Ruins, crossed the ruins of the Emerald Jungle, passed through the mist of the Gloomy Swamp, and finally reached this most peripheral sky.

In those winds, there was no aura of the Wind Spirits.

The Wind Spirits had been forgotten by the Netherworld World.

"We... cannot go back." Feng Hen opened his eyes, his grey-blue eyes filled with a sense of release. "The era of the Wind Spirits is over."

He spread his arms, and his body turned into a wisp of grey-blue breeze, dissipating into the Yin Qi.

"Wind Spirits, return to the wind."

One thousand Wind Spirits, one after another, turned into breezes and dissipated into the sky.

Their bodies turned into grey-blue points of light, like fireflies filling the sky, drifting in the Yin Qi. Those points of light drifted to every corner of the Netherworld World, landing on Ghost Gate Pass, into River of Oblivion, at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, on the walls of Rakshasa City, on the ground of the Dragon Blood Wasteland, on the metallic fragments of the Golden Ruins, and in the mist of the Gloomy Swamp.

The Wind Spirits were extinct.

Their wind merged into the Yin Qi of the Netherworld World. From then on, the wind of the Netherworld World was no longer just the flow of Yin Qi, but carried the will of the Wind Spirits, their memories, and their souls.

Su Bai watched this scene from the world core and remained silent for a long time.

He did not intervene. Because he knew that some races were destined to be unable to survive in the Netherworld World.

Wind Spirits needed pure wind elements, but the Netherworld World only had Yin Qi.

That the Wind Spirits had lived in the Yin Qi for eight hundred years was already a miracle.

"Rest in peace," he said softly.

The eight hundred and fiftieth year.

The Skeleton Warriors completely integrated into the Underworld Space.

Seven hundred years of evolution had turned the Skeleton Warriors from undead creatures into true Underworld creatures. Their bodies were no longer pale white bone, but greyish-white bone matter covered in eerie blue runes. Those runes were naturally formed by Yin Qi on the bone, identical to the runes on Ghost Gate Pass.

The Skeleton Warriors no longer needed to eat, drink, or breathe; they only needed Yin Qi to maintain their existence. Their bones were constantly strengthened in the Yin Qi, evolving from ordinary bone into "Yin Bone," with hardness comparable to steel and toughness comparable to rubber.

Their consciousness was also evolving. The initial Skeleton Warriors had no self-awareness and were just skeletons driven by undead power. Seven hundred years of nourishment by Yin Qi had caused their soul fires to evolve from eerie green to eerie blue, and their consciousness grew from blurry to clear, and from clear to complete.

They had their own language, their own culture, and their own faith.

They believed in the Netherworld, the Ghost King, and Meng Po.

The leader of the Skeleton Warriors was an entity called "Gu Ming." His bones were thicker and stronger than those of other Skeleton Warriors, his eerie blue runes were denser, and his soul fire was deep blue, like an eerie light in the deep sea. His rank was at the peak of Tier 5.

Gu Ming stood before Ghost Gate Pass, his deep blue soul fire looking at that thousand-zhang giant gate.

"Skeleton Warriors have been working for the Netherworld for seven hundred years." His voice was low and raspy, like bones rubbing together. "We moved departed souls before Ghost Gate Pass, maintained order at the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, and cleared the river channels by the banks of River of Oblivion. We did all the dirty, heavy, and bitter work that other races were unwilling to do."

He turned around and looked at the two million Skeleton Warriors behind him.

"But we are not slaves. We are citizens of the Netherworld. We are entitled to have our own name, our own territory, and our own civilization."

The Ghost King hovered before Ghost Gate Pass, his golden vertical pupils looking at Gu Ming.

"What do you want?"

"A name," Gu Ming said. "The name 'Skeleton Warrior' was given to us by other races. It represents death, fear, and ugliness. We want a name that belongs to us."

The Ghost King was silent for a long time.

"Bone Spirits," he said. "From this day forward, you are called Bone Spirits. Guardians of the Underworld, guides of the departed souls."

Gu Ming's soul fire burned fiercely, its deep blue light illuminating the entire Underworld Space.

"Bone Spirits... Bone Spirits!" He let out an earth-shaking war cry. "Warriors of the Bone Spirits, we have our own name!"

Two million Bone Spirits let out a war cry simultaneously, their eerie blue soul fires flickering in the Underworld Space like stars across the sky.

From 그 day on, the Skeleton Warriors were renamed Bone Spirits.

They established a city of their own at the edge of the Underworld Space.

Bone City.

The city was built from greyish-white bones, its walls covered in eerie blue runes that shimmered with an eerie light in the Yin Qi.

The social structure of the Bone Spirits began to take shape. The lowest level consisted of ordinary Bone Spirit warriors, with ranks ranging from Tier 2 to Tier 3. The middle level consisted of Bone Spirit Centurions, at Tier 4. The high level consisted of Bone Spirit Generals, at Tier 5. The highest level was the Bone Spirit King, Gu Ming, at the peak of Tier 5.

The Bone Spirits no longer worked for other races; they began to live for their own civilization.

They built Bone Halls, Bone Towers, and Bone Walls in Bone City; they began to research the essence of Yin Qi, explore the depths of the Underworld Space, and establish equal trade relations with other races.

At the same time, a new order emerged in the Overworld of the Netherworld World.