836: Chapter Death Scythe, Mysterious Existence

The Giant Bear Great Yao let out a painful roar, its voice like muffled thunder.

Its massive body crashed down, instantly submerged by the swarming insect horde.

The insect horde was like a black carpet, completely covering the body of the Giant Bear Great Yao.

"Damn it! After being commanded, the combat power of these insects has increased by more than several times!"

Qinglan Lord said in a deep voice. He waved both hands, and countless fierce winds swept up, like invisible sharp blades, blowing away a swarm of Insect Race members.

Those Insect Race members were swept into the sky by the fierce wind like leaves, and then heavily slammed back onto the ground.

But his expression was extremely grim, and a hint of worry was revealed in his eyes.

Although the original insect tide was numerous, it lacked organization, like scattered sand.

Now, with these thousands of Emperor Realm Guards acting as core command nodes, the entire Insect Race army seemed to come alive, transforming into a precise, efficient, and ruthless war machine.

Their attacks were orderly, their coordination seamless, like a well-trained army.

Azure King, Yao Chen, and other top powerhouses also took action, unleashing Emperor Realm might.

However, these Insect Emperor Guards were not only individually powerful, but their coordination was seamless, and the mental link between them made them function as a single entity.

Whenever a powerhouse attempted to target one of them, several, or even a dozen, Guards would immediately coordinate defense and counterattack, and countless fearless insect hordes would serve as cannon fodder to obstruct them.

The insect hordes rushed toward the powerhouses one after another like moths flying into a flame, using their lives to buy time for the Insect Emperor Guards.

For a time, it was difficult to achieve decisive results.

The battlefield situation took a sharp turn for the worse!

The Allied Army, which had just seen hope, was instantly pushed back into the abyss of despair, becoming even more perilous than before.

Those thousands of Insect Emperor Guards radiating Emperor Realm aura were like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, coldly announcing the approach of destruction.

The Death Movement formed by the insect horde's shrieks, under the command of the Emperor Realm Guards, became more efficient and more deadly, like a black noose, slowly tightening around the necks of the Three Great Alliances, the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, and even the Alien Race Alliance.

The entire battlefield was enveloped in an atmosphere of oppression and despair, as if darkness was about to swallow everything.

"Command nodes... we must destroy them!"

Deep within Baili Ziyuan's dim eyes, that point of cold light suddenly blazed, as if two frozen stars had begun to burn!

He clearly perceived that the thousands of Insect Emperor Guards were not independent entities, but were connected through a vast, precise, and cold Mental Network, acting like a super brain with thousands of cores, commanding the entire Insect Race army.

And the center of this network was the Mysterious Existence, hidden deep within the Black Mist, radiating an aura that made even his Divine Soul feel suppressed!

"Senior Azure King, I'm going first!"

Baili Ziyuan's low voice was not loud, but it carried the solemn authority of an Edict that pierced through space and time, reaching deep into the Soul, instantly overriding all the shrieks and explosions on the battlefield!

He slowly raised his hands, not Forming a Seal, but as if embracing the Void Realm.

Following his movement, everyone on the battlefield—Human Race, Yao Race, Alien Race, and the frantically shrieking insect hordes—felt a sudden chill descending, originating from the Origin of life itself!

Buzz—!

The light between heaven and earth seemed to be partially withdrawn instantly, becoming dim and unclear.

The air stopped flowing, and sound seemed to be frozen mid-transmission.

Countless tiny, invisible grayish-white light spots, as if drawn by an invisible vortex, frantically converged from every corner of the battlefield!

These light spots came from the Remnant Souls of the recently fallen Human Race Knights, Yao Race Warriors, Alien Race powerhouses, and even the slain Insect Race members!

They were Life Imprints and Divine Soul Fragments that had been forcibly stripped away and had not yet fully dissipated!

The source of their convergence was precisely between the raised hands of Baili Ziyuan!

The grayish-white light spots were like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, growing more numerous and denser!

In front of Baili Ziyuan, a violently rotating Chaos Vortex formed, devouring light!

In the center of the vortex, the indescribable Law of Death was being forcibly condensed and materialized!

A terrifying suction force erupted!

"He's... absorbing the Souls of the Fallen on the battlefield?!"

Andre gasped in alarm, the staff in his hand trembling violently.

As an All-Element Mage, his perception of the Divine Soul was the most acute. At this moment, he felt a bone-chilling suction force that seemed ready to rip out his own Divine Soul!

"What an overbearing method... forcibly gathering the Souls of the Fallen for his own use!"

A sharp light burst forth from Viktor's eyes. He felt Baili Ziyuan's Qi rapidly climbing at a terrifying speed!

That was not simple energy accumulation, but an essential transformation, evolving toward something closer to "Death" itself!

"Roar!"

Within the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance, some seriously injured and slightly weaker Demon Kings even let out painful roars, feeling their Demon Souls become unstable, about to be forcibly sucked away by the vortex!

Deep within the insect tide, in the core area shrouded by Black Mist, an extremely angry, sharp shriek suddenly rang out!

It seemed as if the Mysterious Existence inside had sensed a threat!

The Remnant Souls of the slain Insect Race members were also part of its Mental Network and a supplement to its power!

Yet, they were being forcibly plundered now!

At the same time, those thousands of Insect Emperor Guards simultaneously erupted with dazzling Mental Fluctuations!

They stopped focusing on commanding the insect horde against the Ghost Army, and instead launched their cold Mental Energy Fields like countless sharp cones, fiercely stabbing toward Baili Ziyuan! They were attempting to interrupt this terrifying ritual!

However, it was too late!

The Chaos Vortex suddenly collapsed inward! All the grayish-white light spots and Soul Fragments of the Fallen were compressed to the extreme the moment Baili Ziyuan slammed his hands together!

Clang—!!!

A metallic tremor, seemingly originating from the Nine Nether Hells, echoed throughout heaven and earth!

A massive, ferocious-looking scythe appeared in Baili Ziyuan's hands!

The entire scythe displayed a deep, grayish-black color that seemed capable of swallowing all light; it was neither metal nor stone, but more like solidified Death itself!

The handle was wrapped in countless painful, wailing, and struggling Soul phantoms. The blade was long and curved, and a pale arc of light, terrifying enough to cut the Soul, flowed along the edge!

The moment the scythe appeared, the surrounding space exhibited a strange sense of distortion and sluggishness, as if even time feared this deadly weapon that harvested lives—the Scythe of Death!

"Those who obstruct me... Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

Baili Ziyuan's voice was like Ten Thousand Years of Profound Ice rubbing together, devoid of any emotion.

Holding the Scythe of Death, his dim eyes locked onto the cluster of thousands of Insect Emperor Guards radiating Emperor Realm fluctuations!

There was no earth-shattering charge; Baili Ziyuan's figure seemed to merge with space itself. With one step, he appeared directly in front of the Insect Emperor Guard cluster!

Facing the Mental Sharp Cones that stabbed toward him like a downpour, capable of instantly annihilating an early-stage Emperor Realm powerhouse, Baili Ziyuan merely swung the massive scythe in his hand indifferently!

Swish!

A simple, unadorned grayish-white arc of light silently slashed out from the blade.