157: Chapter 157 The Recurring Chaos Beasts

Two figures continued to weave through the torrent of Chaos Beasts, the funeral staff and soul-locking chain falling alternately, each attack taking away the "existence" of a Chaos Beast.

But the birth rate of the Chaos Beasts was faster than the speed at which they were being eliminated.

The Shadow Demons and Mushroom People also fell into a bitter struggle. The Shadow Demons' sharp claws tore through the bodies of the Chaos Beasts, but the torn bodies turned into chaos energy and re-condensed into new Chaos Beasts. The Mushroom People's Spore Domain eroded the bodies of the Chaos Beasts, but since the bodies were chaos itself, the spores could not erode "nothingness."

Su Bai watched the stalemate on the flanks, his expression remaining calm.

He had expected this long ago.

Chaos Beasts have no souls, no fixed forms, and no fixed weaknesses. Conventional attack methods were significantly less effective against them. However, this was not unsolvable.

"City God."

"Present."

The City God's voice came from the City God Temple, steady as a bell. He sat behind his desk, his deep brown eyes looking at the chaotic land, holding the seal of the city god in his hand.

"Chaos Beasts have no souls; can the Judgment of the Underworld try them?"

The City God was silent for a moment.

"No. Without a soul, there is no good or evil, no sin, and no subject to be judged. The Judgment of the Underworld is ineffective against Chaos Beasts."

Su Bai nodded.

He had already guessed this answer. Chaos Beasts were not living beings, nor were they departed souls; they were not any kind of existence that could be judged. They were Creations of chaos, the opposite of order. The Judgment of the Underworld was ineffective against them.

But he had other methods.

"Meng Po."

"Present."

Meng Po's voice came from the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, raspy and gentle. She stood in Meng Pos Pavilion, holding a bowl of Meng Po Soup, her aged eyes looking at the chaotic land.

"What can the water of the River of Oblivion make the Chaos Beasts forget?"

Meng Po smiled.

"The water of the River of Oblivion can make all existences forget their own existence. Although Chaos Beasts have no souls, they have an 'existence.' As long as they remember who they are, their forms, and the instructions Ye Qingxue gave them, they can fight. If they forget these things, they will return to chaos."

She gently tilted the bowl in her hand.

The medicinal soup in the bowl turned into a small stream, pouring down from the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, passing through the River of Oblivion, through Ghost Gate Pass, across the boundary of the Netherworld World, and surging toward the flanks of the Chaos World.

The grayish-white stream meandered through the void like a thread of fate. It passed through the torrent of Chaos Beasts, through the erosion of chaos energy, and through the "Creation" light curtain set up by Ye Qingxue.

No attack could block it.

Because Meng Po Soup is not an attack, but oblivion.

The grayish-white stream surged into the torrent of Chaos Beasts, turning into a fine grayish-white rain that fell upon them.

The bodies of those Chaos Beasts drenched by the rain began to change.

They forgot their forms, their missions, and who they were. Their wolf-like bodies began to blur, their eagle wings began to dissipate, and their snake-scaled skin began to shed.

They forgot their "existence."

One Chaos Beast disintegrated, then ten, then a hundred. Wherever the grayish-white curtain of rain passed, the Chaos Beasts collapsed like sand sculptures, turning into chaos energy and returning to the chaotic land.

Ye Qingxue's right eye contracted slightly.

"Meng Po Soup... can make Chaos Beasts forget their own existence?"

Her voice remained cold, but her speaking rate quickened slightly.

She raised her hand, and the pure white light in her right eye suddenly brightened. On the flanks of the chaotic land, the "Creation" light curtain began to expand, from ten zhang high to a hundred zhang, and from a hundred zhang wide to a thousand zhang. More Chaos Beasts surged out of the light curtain, faster and in greater numbers than those eliminated by the Meng Po Soup.

Ten thousand, thirty thousand, fifty thousand. The torrent of Chaos Beasts was like a flood breaking through a dam, surging toward the battle lines of Black and White Impermanence, the Shadow Demons, and the Mushroom People.

Although Meng Po's medicinal soup could eliminate Chaos Beasts, there was only one Meng Po and one bowl of soup. Meanwhile, Ye Qingxue's "Creation" light curtain could continuously produce Chaos Beasts.

Su Bai watched the surging torrent of Chaos Beasts, his expression remaining calm.

"Ox-Head and Horse-Face."

"Present."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stepped out from the Tongue-Pulling Hell, their steel forks and chains flashing with a cold light amidst the Yin Qi. Their auras were no longer seven-star, but eight-star. The completion of the Ten Layers of Hell had allowed their quality to achieve a breakthrough.

"Take the Rakshasa Race and Dragon-Blood Orcs and break through from the front. The target is the core of the Chaos World."

Ox-Head's blood-red eyes burned with battle intent.

"Understood."

A ferocious smile appeared on Horse-Face's long face.

"Chaos Beasts have no souls, but they have existence. My Myriad Ghost Tracking can track existence."

Zhao Tiezhu stepped out from Rakshasa City, his sixth-rank high-stage aura released without reservation. His body had grown to six meters, his grayish-blue skin covered with thick horny scales, fangs exposed, and claws like knives.

"Rakshasa, to battle!"

1.5 million Rakshasa surged out from Rakshasa City, dark gold blood energy churning around them like burning flames.

Blood Howl stepped out from the Dragon Blood Wasteland, his sixth-rank peak aura making the surrounding air tremble. His dragon scales shimmered with a pure gold light under the chaotic radiance, and four patterns were wound around his dragon horns.

"Dragon-Blood Orcs, to battle!"

400,000 Dragon-Blood Orcs followed closely behind, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth as dragon prestige permeated the chaos.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood at the very front, with the allied forces of the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orcs behind them.

Opposite them, the torrent of Chaos Beasts was surging forward.

Ox-Head raised his steel fork, and the phantom of a Fire Ox appeared upon it, dark red flames burning at the tips.

"Hells Gate."

Behind Ox-Head, a massive gate opened.

That gate was not physical but a manifestation of rules. The gate was three zhang high and two zhang wide, its frame covered with hellish runes. Inside the gate was darkness, but in the deepest part of that darkness, the light of the Ten Layers of Hell could be seen flickering.

The power of the Ten Layers of Hell surged from the gate, turning into ten chains that ensnared the ten thousand Chaos Beasts charging at the front.

The chains were not physical restraints but the manifestation of hellish power. The Chaos Beasts ensnared by the chains began to be dragged toward Hells Gate. They struggled, roared, and changed forms, but the gravitational pull of Hells Gate was not physical; it was at the level of rules. The "existence" of the Chaos Beasts was locked by the hellish power, making escape impossible.

Ten thousand Chaos Beasts were dragged into Hells Gate, disappearing into the darkness within. They would be punished within the Ten Layers of Hell until their "existence" was completely eroded by the hellish power.

Horse-Face raised his chains, which were wrapped in dark red flames.

"Myriad Ghost Tracking."

The chains flew from Horse-Face's hand, turning into countless small branches, each branch ensnaring the "existence" of hundreds of Chaos Beasts.

No matter how the Chaos Beasts changed their forms or split and recombined, as long as their "existence" remained, the chains could track them.

The Chaos Beasts ensnared by the chains could not escape, hide, or disguise themselves. Their existence was locked by Horse-Face's chains, turning them into sitting ducks for Ox-Head's Hells Gate.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand. Chaos Beasts were dragged into Hells Gate in batches, the power of the Ten Layers of Hell operating frantically to digest these Creations of chaos.

Zhao Tiezhu and Blood Howl led the allied forces of the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orcs, cutting into the torrent of Chaos Beasts from both sides of Hells Gate. The Rakshasa's claws tore apart the existence of the Chaos Beasts, while the Dragon-Blood Orcs' Dragon Flame incinerated their forms. The Chaos Beasts disintegrated in swaths under the attacks of the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orcs, turning into chaos energy and returning to the chaotic land.

But Ye Qingxue's "Creation" light curtain was still operating. The speed at which Chaos Beasts surged from the curtain was faster than the speed at which they were being eliminated.

Fifty thousand, eighty thousand, one hundred thousand. The torrent of Chaos Beasts surged like a tide, pushing the battle lines of the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orcs back several hundred zhang.