943: Chapter reveals his trump card again: the Gate to the Underworld.

Hu Lai's eyes were blood-red, like burning flames, filled with madness and determination.

He pointed a finger at Baili Ziyuan, his finger appearing like a sharp sword pointed at death itself.

In an instant, those dozens of violent beast shadows were like an army of Vicious Beasts receiving orders; they galloped, roared, and tore through the Void Realm, pouncing fiercely toward Baili Ziyuan from all directions.

Some beast shadows galloped as fast as lightning, some surged like a tide, and others approached silently like ghosts.

Everywhere they passed, the air seemed to be ignited, and space was torn into black cracks.

At the same time, Elder Antu and Elder Wang Er, who had just been repelled by Baili Ziyuan, along with Jian Changsheng, who had barely suppressed his injuries, knew that the most critical moment had arrived.

Their eyes revealed steadfastness and resolve as they unhesitatingly utilized their respective trump cards.

Elder Antu's figure vanished completely; this was no ordinary invisibility technique.

His body seemed to merge with the surrounding killing intent, transforming into an omnipresent 'killing intent' that coiled around Baili Ziyuan like a maggot on a bone.

Every step he moved seemed to carry the breath of death, interfering with Baili Ziyuan's perception.

At his fingertips, dark light condensed into a single point, emitting a chill that could freeze even the Divine Soul, as if it were the touch of a death god from the coldest lands.

Elder Wang Er wiped his fingers across the blade of his sword, the movement as natural as flowing water.

The longsword hummed and vibrated, as if responding to its master's call.

Sword light soared into the sky, transforming into an incredibly condensed thin line that seemed capable of severing the Laws of Karma.

He merged with the sword, becoming one with it, and pierced straight toward the center of Baili Ziyuan's brow like a meteor.

His eyes were filled with determination, as if he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his own life as long as he could wound Baili Ziyuan.

Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and spat out a mouthful of essence blood. The blood traced an arc in the air and fell onto the emerald green vitality surrounding him.

That vitality instantly became eerie and vigorous as countless Bloodthirsty Demon Vines, thick as Dragons, burst out from the ground.

These demon vines were like greedy pythons, not only coiling around Baili Ziyuan's feet in an attempt to bind him firmly but also frantically whipping and corroding the surrounding space.

Under the attack of the demon vines, ripples appeared in space as if it were being touched by a demon's tentacles, becoming riddled with holes.

Facing the unreserved trump cards of these four people, especially Hu Lai's dozens of violent Hundred Beast Battle Souls, Baili Ziyuan suddenly felt unprecedented pressure.

His death scythe danced in his hands like a wheel, bringing forth streaks of pitch-black blade light.

The blade light tore through the pouncing beast shadows. Every collision produced a deafening sound and sent sparks flying.

However, the beast shadows were too numerous, coming one after another as if they were endless.

Each beast shadow possessed a terrifying impact force close to the Middle Stage of the third rank, shaking his arms until they were numb and forcing him to retreat step by step involuntarily.

His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, yet his eyes remained steadfast. While resisting the attacks of the beast shadows, he also had to constantly divide his attention to defend against the pervasive killing intent, the lethal sword strike, and the annoying demon vines.

His figure appeared somewhat disheveled under the collective assault, but his will was like an indestructible fortress, standing tall.

"This is getting tricky..."

Baili Ziyuan softly uttered these words. Within his grayish-white pupils, which seemed covered by a thin veil, a trace of solemnity instantly flashed.

The current situation was like a tangled mess, causing his brow to knit slightly and unconsciously.

The offensive from the wolf-like and tiger-like opponents before him was like a surging tide, coming wave after wave without any sign of stopping.

If things continued like this, he might be able to barely protect himself using some of his life-saving methods.

However, wanting to block the opponents as before and prevent them from rescuing the Blood Consort had become an almost impossible task.

He could no longer hold back!

This thought exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

Baili Ziyuan no longer hesitated. He suddenly stood firm, his feet firmly rooted in the Void Realm.

He completely ignored the ghostly beast shadows pouncing toward him, as if those shadows were merely illusory phantoms.

Those beast shadows, carrying an indomitable Aura, slammed hard against the Death Barrier he had condensed. Several muffled thuds of "bang bang" were heard as the beast shadows instantly shattered, stirring up ripples like water waves.

He tightly gripped the long handle of the death scythe. The handle was carved with mysterious and ancient runes, which now felt exceptionally well-fitted in his hands.

He thrust the death scythe into the ground before him with a muffled "thud," sounding like a bell tolling from the Netherworld.

"Netherworld Gate, open!!"

His low and solemn voice rang out, sounding as if it came from the depths of the Nine Serenities, carrying a power that made Souls tremble, as if it contained some supreme Law and order.

Every word was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Crack—!"

In the Void Realm not far in front of him, a massive, irregular spatial rift suddenly split open!

The edges of the rift twisted and writhed like the wound of a living creature, with thick black liquid constantly flowing out.

An extremely dense Aura of death, coldness, and silence gushed out. This Aura was like a physical substance, instantly filling the entire battlefield.

This Aura even temporarily suppressed the Hundred Beast Evil Qi released by Hu Lai, causing the entire battlefield to be covered by a thick layer of frost.

Inside the rift was an endless, despair-inducing darkness.

The darkness was like a deep vortex, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

And deep within that darkness, the phantom of an ancient, mottled, and unimaginably massive stone gate slowly emerged—the Netherworld Gate!

Although it had only opened a crack, the pressure of its status emanating from the gap already made the Divine Souls of all living beings tremble.

"Buzz!"

The moment the crack of the Netherworld Gate appeared, countless grayish-white, semi-transparent tentacles covered in eerie runes and feeling slimy and cold shot out from the rift like a school of piranhas smelling blood.

These tentacles cut through the air with a "hissing" sound, sounding like curses from Hell.

They seemed to possess their own life and will, ignoring the limits of physical distance, and instantly coiled around the roaring Hundred Beast Battle Soul phantoms.

A terrifying scene occurred!

Those fierce and violent beast shadows, capable of tearing mountains apart, were coiled by these grayish-white tentacles. As if meeting their natural enemy, silent wails of fear appeared on their originally ferocious faces.

Their bodies began to tremble violently, and their eyes were filled with terror.

They struggled and bit frantically, letting out angry roars, yet they were completely unable to budge those seemingly illusory tentacles in the slightest.