376: Chapter 376 The Army of 100,000 Skeletons Awakens!

From within the crack, a hand—pale beyond belief and devoid of any color—slowly reached out and gripped the edge of the coffin.

Immediately following, a tall and slender figure slowly sat up from within the blood-colored stone sarcophagus.

It was a young man dressed in tattered black dragon robes. He had a handsome face, skin as white as paper, and his eyes were tightly shut. At the center of his brow was a striking blood-red crack, from which black Devilish Qi seeped out.

The pressure of the Half-Step Void Refining Realm poured out without reservation. The air surrounding the entire altar instantly froze solid.

The man slowly opened his eyes. His pupils were entirely pure white, lacking any focus, yet they radiated an icy killing intent that looked down upon all living beings.

“Sleeping for fifty thousand years... Netherworld Imperial Blood has finally waited for a living sacrifice.”

The man spoke, his voice ethereal and misty, as if coming from all directions at once, echoing throughout the vast underground space.

Qin Xueji folded her hands over her chest, her breathing becoming extremely difficult. Under the pressure of a Half-Step Void Refining Realm, her Golden Core Stage cultivation was simply not worth mentioning. If not for Bai Li's demonic energy shield, she would have been crushed to the ground long ago.

Bai Li swayed her folding fan as nine snow-white fox tails unfurled behind her, propping up a sturdy barrier of purple demonic energy.

“Su Yang, be careful. It’s an ancient Netherworld Imperial. His Physical Body has already reached the Realm of Vajra Indestructibility,” Bai Li warned.

Chu Ling’s ice-blue dress fluttered in the wind as her fair right hand gripped an ice sword.

“He looks fair and clean, yet he’s a blood-sucking monster. Leave him to me; I'll freeze this pretty boy into an ice sculpture.” A layer of frost covered Chu Ling’s stunning face.

Mary flapped her black bat wings, hovering in mid-air with a face full of disgust.

“Another Mummy without blood. Looking at him really ruins my appetite.”

The Netherworld Imperial sitting on the coffin slowly turned his gaze toward Chu Ling and Mary.

“An Unmelting Bone born from extreme Yin turning to Yang? A mutant of the blood race? Excellent supplements. By consuming you, this Emperor can completely reconstruct my true body.”

The Netherworld Imperial raised his pale right hand and made a gentle grasping motion toward Chu Ling in mid-air.

“Netherworld Blood Prison!”

Boom!

The air around Chu Ling instantly collapsed. Countless blood-colored shackles appeared out of thin air, like a mass of wildly dancing venomous pythons, directly locking Chu Ling’s limbs firmly. The blood-colored shackles carried a strong corrosive power, emitting a sizzling sound.

Chu Ling was shocked, and the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Cold Qi within her body erupted violently, attempting to freeze the shackles.

The moment the ghostly blue cold Qi touched the blood-colored shackles, it was directly swallowed by a bizarre force. The power of the Law of the Half-Step Void Refining Realm completely suppressed Chu Ling’s resistance.

“Break for me!” Chu Ling clenched her silver teeth and struggled desperately.

A cruel smile played on the lips of the Netherworld Imperial. He suddenly yanked his right hand back.

Chu Ling’s body flew uncontrollably toward the blood-colored stone sarcophagus.

“To touch Su Yang’s woman, have you asked if Su Yang agrees?”

A flat voice rang out over the altar.

Su Yang’s figure flashed like a bolt of golden lightning, instantly appearing in front of Chu Ling.

Su Yang did not draw his blade, nor did he use any Spells. He simply reached out his left hand and grabbed the blood-colored shackles that were pulling Chu Ling.

“Snap.”

The muscles in Su Yang’s left arm instantly bulged, and Pure Yang True Qi surged out like a volcanic eruption.

Crack!

The Netherworld Blood Prison, claimed to be indestructible, was actually snapped by Su Yang’s bare hands through the sheer physical strength of his god-like body!

The blood-colored shackles dissipated into a sky full of blood-red light motes.

Su Yang took the opportunity to pull Chu Ling into his arms, landing steadily on the edge of the white jade altar.

“Boss...” Chu Ling leaned against Su Yang’s solid chest, a hint of lingering fear flashing across her beautiful face.

“Step back and rest. This big bat will be handled by Su Yang.” Su Yang’s tone was calm as he released his hold on Chu Ling.

The Netherworld Imperial looked at the broken shackles, a flicker of shock passing through his pure white eyes.

“A Pure Yang Body? And your physical strength has actually reached such an appalling level!”

“There are many things you don’t know.”

With his hands hanging by his sides, Su Yang walked step by step toward the blood-colored stone sarcophagus.

The Netherworld Imperial was completely enraged.

“Arrogant Mortal! Die for this Emperor!”

The Netherworld Imperial leapt from the stone sarcophagus. His figure turned into a blood-colored stream of light, instantly crossing dozens of meters to appear directly above Su Yang’s head.

His right leg carried a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the void, like a blood-colored battle-axe, brutally hacking toward Su Yang’s face.

Su Yang neither dodged nor avoided, clenching his right hand into a fist.

Dazzling golden Pure Yang True Fire instantly enveloped his knuckles. The high temperature severely distorted the surrounding air.

Meeting the falling blood-colored battle-axe, Su Yang punched out fiercely.

Bang!!!

A deafening, dull impact exploded in the underground space. A visible shockwave swept wildly in all directions.

The Netherworld Imperial’s right leg collided head-on with the golden fist light.

There was no stalemate between equals. The Pure Yang iron fist, carrying an invincible power that crushed everything in its path, directly shattered the Netherworld Imperial’s protective blood-astral energy.

“Crack!”

The sound of breaking bone rang out clearly. The Netherworld Imperial’s right leg bone shattered instantly, and the massive counter-force sent the entire Netherworld Imperial flying backward.

He smashed heavily into a stone pillar behind him, causing a large area of cracks to spread across the hard stone.

“Ah—!”

The Netherworld Imperial let out a scream of agony as he slid down the stone pillar. Deep fear finally emerged in his pure white eyes.

“Impossible! This Emperor’s body of Vajra Indestructibility, cultivated for fifty thousand years, how could it be shattered by your single punch!”

“A piece of scrap metal that hasn't moved for tens of thousands of years doesn't deserve to be called Vajra Indestructible.”

Su Yang exerted force under his feet, his figure appearing before the Netherworld Imperial like a phantom in an instant.

He gave the opponent no chance to catch his breath.

Su Yang’s right fist was like a torrential rain, carrying the Pure Yang True Fire that burned everything, as it smashed frantically into the Netherworld Imperial’s chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every punch that landed was accompanied by the dull sound of cracking bones. The black dragon robes on the Netherworld Imperial’s body instantly turned to ash, and his fair skin was charred black by the Pure Yang True Fire.

“Help... Mercy!”

The Netherworld Imperial struggled desperately within the sea of golden fire, letting out shrill cries for mercy.

Su Yang’s eyes were cold, devoid of any pity.

He raised his right leg high, carrying a weight of ten thousand tons, and delivered a heavy whip kick that slammed into the Netherworld Imperial’s head.

Boom!

The Netherworld Imperial’s head burst apart like a ripe watermelon. Black devil blood splattered everywhere.

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground. The Pure Yang True Fire spread over it, and in just a few seconds, the Half-Step Void Refining Realm Netherworld Imperial was burned into a pile of white ash that drifted away with the wind.

A light breeze blew past.

A fist-sized bead emitting a dense blood-light fell from the ashes to the ground.

Su Yang bent down to pick up the bead, weighing it in his hand.

“Netherworld Blood Bead, it contains pure Yin-cold blood essence.”

Su Yang turned around and tossed the blood bead to Chu Ling behind him.

“Take it and eat it like a jellybean.”

Chu Ling caught it steadily, a hint of joy appearing on her stunning face: “Thank you, Boss.”

The battle ended.

Having lost its master's power support, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the blood-colored stone sarcophagus.

With a crisp crack, the entire sarcophagus shattered into a pile of waste stone.

After the sarcophagus shattered, the surface of the blood pool in the center of the altar began to churn violently.

The water level dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few minutes, the entire pool of foul-smelling blood water had drained away, revealing the black rock at the bottom of the pool.

In the very center of the pool bottom, a massive black vortex appeared.

From deep within the vortex came the sound of dull horn blasts.

Woo—! Woo—!

The horn sounds were desolate and tragic, as if crossing through eternal ages, permeated with an endless aura of slaughter.

“Boss, there seems to be an army hidden below.” Mary flapped her bat wings, hovering above the vortex and peering down curiously.

Su Yang stepped to the edge of the vortex, his deep eyes staring into the bottomless abyss.

“Let’s go down and take a look.”

With his hands tucked into his casual pants pockets, Su Yang leaped into the black vortex without hesitation.

Bai Li, Chu Ling, Mary, and Qin Xueji turned into four streams of light, following closely behind.

Passing through the vortex, the intense feeling of weightlessness instantly vanished. Everyone’s feet landed on hard, level stone slabs.

Before their eyes was a vast and boundless ancient underground battlefield.

In the dim light, hundreds of thousands of terracotta warriors were neatly arranged across the plain. The warriors were not made of fired clay but were entirely pieced together from bleached white bones. Every single bone soldier held a rusted bronze spear in its hand.

At the very front of the bone army stood a black Command Platform a hundred zhang tall.

On the Command Platform stood a terrifying demonic shadow twenty meters tall. The shadow was clad in tattered bronze heavy armor and held a massive blood-colored war flag.

The war flag snapped loudly in the wind, with the two ancient characters for “Asura” written upon it.

“Those who trespass into the Asura Ancient Battlefield shall be executed without mercy!”

The demonic shadow waved the blood-colored war flag and let out a sky-shaking roar.

Boom!

The hundred-thousand-strong bone army seemed to come to life instantly. Ghostly green flames lit up in unison within their hollow eye sockets.

The heavy sound of footsteps was like an earthquake as the hundred-thousand-strong army turned into a white ocean, carrying the world-destroying Evil Qi of a military formation as they charged frantically toward Su Yang’s group of five.