158: Chapter 158 The Power of Chaos, It's a Pity You Didn't Come From That World

Ye Qingxue stood in the center of the Chaos Land, her left eye as black as ink and her right eye as pure white as snow. Watching the torrent of Chaos Beasts being suppressed by the Netherworld army, the curve of her lips did not disappear; instead, it grew wider.

“Su Bai, your Netherworld is stronger than I expected.” Her voice echoed in Su Bai's mind, cold as ice, “But Chaos cannot be defeated by brute force alone.”

Her left eye lit up.

Ink-black light surged from her pupil, like ink dripping into clear water, spreading across the Chaos Land. Wherever the light passed, the Chaos Power began to boil, the bodies of the Chaos Beasts began to swell, and their forms began to disintegrate.

Returning to chaos.

The bodies of a hundred thousand Chaos Beasts disintegrated simultaneously, turning into Chaos Power and merging with the chaos on the ground.

That Chaos Power began to condense, forming something more primitive and more essential.

Chaos Domain.

With Ye Qingxue as the center, gray-white Chaos Power began to rotate, forming a massive vortex. The radius of the vortex expanded rapidly: ten miles, twenty miles, thirty miles, forty miles.

Fifty miles.

The Chaos Domain unfolded.

Su Bai's pupils contracted slightly.

Within the Chaos Domain, he felt a power he had never experienced before.

The Chaos Domain was negating all order, negating all rules, and negating all existence.

The light wheel of the Six Paths of Reincarnation trembled violently at the world core. The rule power of the Heavenly Path began to blur, the distinction between good and evil in the Human Path began to blur, the fighting intent of the Asura Path began to blur, the instinct of the animal path began to blur, the hunger of the hungry ghost path began to blur, and the punishments of the hell path began to blur.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation began to fail in the face of the Chaos Domain.

Su Bai thought to himself that things were looking bad, yet a look of longing appeared in his eyes.

If he could obtain a new world later, and that world happened to be a Chaos World...

Could he not create Pangu within that Chaos World?

After all, Pangu's creation of the heavens and earth was precisely from chaos. Once the world was split open, wouldn't he be able to create the Primordial World from his past life as well?

It was just that he didn't yet know how to possess two worlds simultaneously.

He had never heard of any Demigod, or even a True God above that level, possessing two worlds.

The rule powers of the Netherworld World were failing one by one within the Chaos Domain.

Su Bai felt that power.

All skills that relied on rule power were completely neutralized.

In the face of the Chaos Domain, the Netherworld World was stripped of all its regulatory outer layers.

Only the most primitive elements remained.

The Hero Units themselves.

Seeing this scene, Su Bai's desire for the Chaos World grew even stronger, and he even felt a bit of pity in his heart.

If the opponent had also transmigrated from his world, they would probably have already used Pangu to split the heavens and earth, filling the Heavenly Court with ten thousand rays of golden light, right?

The Ghost King gripped his ghost king sword. The ghostly blue light on the blade had dimmed by more than half, but his fighting intent had not dimmed. He didn't need rule power; he only needed his sword.

Black and White Impermanence stood side by side. White Impermanence's smile remained gentle, while Black Impermanence's face remained fierce. Their soul-hooking power had failed, but they still had their funeral staff and soul-locking chain, as well as their battle instincts forged through a thousand refinements.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face stood at the front of the Rakshasa and Dragon-Blood Orc line. The light on their steel forks and chains had gone out, but their bodies remained burly and their wills remained steadfast.

Golden Shackle and Silver Lock leapt down from the Soul Capturing Platform, their golden and silver brigandine armor flashing with the last remnants of light in the chaos. Their soul-restraining power had failed, but they still had their Golden Hammer and Silver Hook, as well as their battle techniques forged through a thousand refinements.

Su Bai stood at the world core, feeling the Chaos Domain's erosion of the Netherworld World.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation were trembling and the rule powers were dissipating, but not a single one of his heroes had fallen.

He had known long ago that the Chaos Domain would cause rules to fail. He had known long ago that for thirty breaths of time, he would be unable to rely on any rule power.

Thirty breaths. The Chaos Domain could only last for thirty breaths.

He only needed to hold out for thirty breaths.

“Ghost King.” Su Bai's voice rang out at the world core, as calm as water, “Without the Yellow Spring Road, without the Ghost Gate Pass, you still have your sword.”

The Ghost King did not speak. He simply raised the ghost king sword, the tip pointing toward the center of the Chaos Land, toward Ye Qingxue.

“Ten Great Yin Marshals.” Su Bai's voice continued to ring out, “Without rule power, you still have your battle instincts.”

Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the Day Patrol Envoy, the Night Patrol Envoy, and the Four Great Demon Underworld Envoys—ten figures stood simultaneously on the border of the Netherworld World. Facing the erosion of the Chaos Domain, not one of them retreated.

“Eight Great Races.” Su Bai's voice echoed in the minds of every living being, “Without the augmentation of rule power, you still have blood, flesh, and bone. The Rakshasa's claws will not become blunt because the rules failed; the Dragon Flame of the Dragon-Blood Orcs will not be extinguished because the rules failed; the Naga's trident will not become soft because the rules failed; and the faith of humanity will not dissipate because the rules failed.”

Zhao Tiezhu stood before Rakshasa City, his dark-gold vertical pupils watching the incoming chaos, his mouth splitting into a ferocious grin.

“Rakshasa, ROAR!”

One and a half million Rakshasas simultaneously let out a war cry, dark-gold blood qi surging from their bodies. Even without the augmentation of rule power, their war cry still shook the heavens and earth.

Blood Howl stood on the Dragon Blood Wasteland, Dragon Flame erupting from his mouth. Even without the augmentation of rule power, the pure golden flames were still enough to melt steel.

“Dragon-Blood Orcs, offer up your dragon blood!”

Four hundred thousand Dragon-Blood Orcs slashed their wrists, dragon blood surging from the wounds and turning into a golden river. Even without the augmentation of rule power, the strength contained within the dragon blood continued to burn.

Naga, Shadow Demons, Mushroom People, Ice Crystals, Humans, and Bone Spirits—all races simultaneously let out a war cry. Even without the augmentation of rule power, their fighting intent still burned like fire.

The power of thirteen million living beings converged into a torrent of interwoven gray-white and gold, surging toward the boundary of the Chaos Domain.

Su Bai stood at the world core, his gray-white eyes watching the chaos that was eroding the Netherworld World, his expression calm.

Thirty breaths. He only needed to hold out for thirty breaths.