94: Chapter 94 Destroying the Main God and Winning the First Battle

The Ghost King felt that change.

He floated in mid-air, his golden vertical pupils watching the two shrinking deities before him. The God of Agriculture's body shrank from eighty feet to fifty, and the Water God's body shrank from seventy feet to forty; their auras grew weaker, and their light grew dimmer.

The Ghost King did not pursue his victory.

He simply floated quietly, watching those two deities struggle in fear.

"Your believers are collapsing," the Ghost King said, his voice as calm as water. "Your Power Of Faith is drying up. Your divine power is dissipating."

The God of Agriculture looked up, his kind face full of fear.

"You... what on earth are you things?"

The Ghost King did not answer.

He simply raised his hand, and the phantom of the Ghost Gate Pass completely solidified behind him.

"The Netherworld," he said.

"The final destination of the dead."

"The judge of sins."

"The guardian of reincarnation."

He raised the ghost king sword.

"And you, Pseudo-gods of the Incense Divine Kingdom, are not worthy of having believers."

The sword fell.

The God of Agriculture's body was sliced in half with a single strike. Golden blood gushed out, turning into a sky full of light spots that were absorbed by the Ghost Gate Pass.

The Water God let out a desperate roar and turned to flee. But the Yellow Spring Road had already blocked all his paths of retreat. The grey-white path extended beneath his feet, and no matter which direction he fled, he would eventually return to the starting point.

The Ghost King's figure appeared before him.

"On the Yellow Spring Road, there is no return."

The sword fell.

The Water God fell.

The Ghost King sheathed the ghost king sword, turned around, and looked at the central ball of light on the temple's dome.

The Main God.

Sixth-Order Peak.

That ball of light was trembling violently—not out of fear, but out of rage.

A figure slowly stepped out from the ball of light.

It was an old man.

Ninety feet tall, wearing a golden robe embroidered with patterns of countless kneeling believers. His face was aged and majestic, with white hair and a white beard. His eyes were pure gold, without pupils, containing only endless divine might. In his hand, he held a golden scepter, its tip embedded with a fist-sized golden gemstone that reflected images of countless praying believers.

The Main God of the Incense Divine Kingdom.

Sixth-Order Peak.

The moment he stepped out of the light, the entire Incense Divine Kingdom trembled. The earth split open, the sky collapsed, and golden light gushed from the ground and descended from the heavens, converging on him from all directions.

His aura was climbing.

Sixth-Order Peak.

Half-step Seventh-Order.

The Main God looked at the Ghost King, his golden eyes full of killing intent.

"You destroyed my kingdom, killed my gods, and slaughtered my believers." His voice was aged and majestic, like a heavenly judgment. "You deserve to die."

The Ghost King looked at him, no fear in his golden vertical pupils, only calm.

"Your believers are praying in fear," the Ghost King said. "Your gods are falling in despair. Your kingdom is perishing in collapse."

He raised the ghost king sword.

"And you, Pseudo-god, it is time for you to be on your way as well."

The Main God let out a roar, raised his scepter, and charged at the Ghost King.

Two existences of the Sixth-Order Peak collided in the void.

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave spread in all directions, shaking the entire Tianyuan Arena.

The battle between the Ghost King and the Main God officially began.

...

While the Ghost King and the Main God were fighting, the armies of the five major races had completely invaded the heart of the Incense Divine Kingdom.

Shadow Demons harvested frantically among the crowds of believers, taking dozens of lives with every appearance. Their figures flickered across the battlefield like a group of invisible reapers, leaving the believers with nowhere to run.

The Mushroom People's Spore Domain covered the entire battlefield. Grey-white spores drifted in the air, causing the believers' wills to collapse, their bodies to weaken, and their souls to fall into a slumber.

The Ice Crystals' Extreme Cold Domain froze the earth. Frost covered every inch of land, leaving the believers with nowhere to stand, nowhere to hide, and nowhere to escape.

The Naga army advanced from the front. Tridents pierced the believers' chests, and mages' spells shattered their souls. Two hundred thousand Naga were like a grey-white tide, submerging every inch of the Incense Divine Kingdom.

Human priests walked the battlefield, their prayers echoing in the void. Grey-white Power Of Faith gushed from them, converging into pillars of light that pierced the sky of the Incense Divine Kingdom.

Those pillars of light fell to the ground, putting the souls of dead believers to rest, healing wounded clansmen, and making the fighting warriors even more valiant.

Chen Ming stood in the center of the battlefield, his pure golden eyes watching the collapsing temple.

"Believers of the Netherworld." His voice was calm as water, but every word reached the entire battlefield. "Do you see? Those Pseudo-gods, those high-and-mighty existences, those who made believers kneel, pray, and sacrifice everything."

"They can also feel fear."

"They can also fall."

"They can also die."

He raised his hand and pointed toward the temple.

"Because in this universe, there are no eternal deities."

"Only eternal order."

"The order where good and evil are rewarded accordingly."

"The order of life, death, and reincarnation."

"The order of the Netherworld."

Four and a half million believers shouted in unison:

"Long live the Netherworld!"

Grey-white Power Of Faith erupted from them, converging into a pillar of light a thousand feet wide that shot straight into the sky. That pillar of light pierced the sky of the Incense Divine Kingdom, the dome of the Tianyuan Arena, and the void, reaching Su Bai's world core.

Su Bai felt that power.

Pure, deep, and heartfelt Power Of Faith.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Humans... humans indeed," he said softly. "As long as they have faith, they are the strongest weapon."

He raised his hand, feeding that Power Of Faith back into the battlefield.

Grey-white light descended from the void, enveloping the entire battlefield. The light fell on the Shadow Demons, making them faster; on the Mushroom People, making their spores stronger; on the Ice Crystals, making their extreme cold even colder; and on the Naga, making their formation more stable.

And when it fell on the humans, it made them even more devout.

Their prayers grew louder, their faith more steadfast, and their light more intense.

The believers of the Incense Divine Kingdom, looking at that grey-white light and feeling that aura of death, finally collapsed completely.

They no longer ran, no longer prayed, and no longer felt fear.

They simply slumped to the ground, their eyes hollow and their faces blank, like the walking dead.

Their Power Of Faith was completely exhausted.

On the temple dome, that central ball of light finally went out.

The Main God's aura dropped from half-step Seventh-Order back to Sixth-Order Peak, from Sixth-Order Peak to Sixth-Order High, and from Sixth-Order High to Sixth-Order Mid.

His power was dissipating.

The Ghost King felt that change.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Your believers no longer believe in you."

The Main God let out a desperate roar, frantically swinging his scepter, but each attack was weaker than the last. The golden gemstone on his scepter began to crack, his golden robe began to fade, and his white hair and beard began to fall out.

He was dissipating.

The Ghost King raised the ghost king sword, the ghostly blue light on the blade intertwining with the grey-white Yin Qi to form a massive vortex.

"Pseudo-god, it's time to be on your way."

Nether Slash.

The ghost king sword slashed down.

The Main God used all his strength to raise his scepter to block, but the scepter was like rotten wood before the ghost king sword.

Crack.

The scepter snapped.

The ghost king sword struck the Main God's shoulder, slicing through his golden robe, his skin, his bones, and his soul.

The Main God's body was sliced in half.

Golden blood gushed out, turning into a sky full of light spots that were absorbed by the Ghost Gate Pass.

The Main God fell.

The temple collapsed.

That ten-thousand-foot-tall temple, having lost the Main God's power, began to crumble from the top. Golden stones fell from the sky, crashing into the ground and creating massive craters. The four balls of light on the dome had completely gone out. On the temple walls, the patterns of kneeling believers began to peel off, turning into golden powder that scattered in the wind.

Of the three million believers, fewer than five hundred thousand survived. They slumped in the ruins, their eyes hollow and their faces blank, like the walking dead. Their faith had collapsed, their souls had been consumed by fear, and their lives no longer had any meaning.

The Incense Divine Kingdom was destroyed.

Su Bai stood in the center of the world pod, watching the collapsing golden world with a calm expression.

"It's over," he said softly.

He raised his hand, linking his consciousness with the eye of destiny.

"The opponent has no ability to resist. Do you accept the surrender?"

Opposite him, Shen Zhao stood before his own tattered world projection, his face as pale as paper.

His lips were trembling, his hands were trembling, his entire body was trembling.

He looked at the believers slumped in the ruins, at the collapsing temple, and at the five fallen deities.

His eyes were full of unwillingness.

"I... I lost..." His voice was hoarse and trembling. "I lost..."

He raised his hand and tremblingly tapped the surrender button.

[Shen Zhao has surrendered]

[Ninth Match, Winner: Su Bai]

[Su Bai advances to the second round of the elimination tournament]

The world bridges began to disconnect. The golden light receded from the Netherworld World, and grey-white Yin Qi once again enveloped the entire void. The units that had died in battle were resurrected by the power of the eye of destiny and reappeared in their respective worlds.

The Ghost King sheathed the ghost king sword and turned to walk back to the Ghost Gate Pass.

Black and White Impermanence put away their funeral staff and soul-locking chain, walking back to the Hall of Impermanence side by side.

Ox-Head and Horse-Face emerged from the Tongue-Pulling Hell, escorting the God of Plague's soul and throwing him into the depths of hell.

The armies of the five major races began to retreat to their respective territories in an orderly fashion.

Everything was over.

Su Bai stood in the center of the world pod, looking at the light screen in front of him.

[Current Ranking: Advanced to the second round of the elimination tournament]

[Waiting for second-round matching...]

[Estimated waiting time: Thirty minutes]

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"The first round is done."

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the Netherworld World.

The grey-white Yin Qi surged like a sea.

In front of the Ghost Gate Pass, the Ghost King floated in mid-air, his golden vertical pupils watching him as he slightly bowed his head.

"Lord."

Su Bai looked at him, and his information appeared in his consciousness.

[Ghost King (Hero Unit)]

[Rank: Sixth-Order Peak]

[Grade: Six-Star]

[Skills: Ghost Kings Pressure (Active), Ten Thousand Ghosts Submission (Passive), Ghostly Qi Avatar (Active), Nether Slash (Active), Immortal and Indestructible (Passive), Ghost Domain (Active), Yellow Spring Road (Active), Ghost Gate Pass (Exclusive/Bound), Pseudo (Active)]

[Combat Record: Slayed God of War (Sixth-Order High), God of Agriculture (Sixth-Order Mid), Water God (Sixth-Order Mid), Main God (Sixth-Order Peak)]

Su Bai looked at that combat record, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Well done."

The Ghost King bowed his head.

"At your service, Lord."

Su Bai withdrew his gaze and looked at the other Hero Units.

Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and the leaders of the five major races were all intact. Although there had been some casualties, they had all been restored under the resurrection of the eye of destiny.