139: Chapter 139 Gathering the Beast Horde

The System panel hovered before Mo Yufei, allowing him to take in all the data after his Breakthrough.

"The previous dead end was only because my cultivation was insufficient, my strength was lacking, and I didn't have Flash. Commander Shi Haidong seized the opening and succeeded in a sneak attack with forbidden technology weapons."

Now that he had returned, he hadn't just healed his injuries; he had surpassed his past self in every aspect.

His seven dimensions—physique, speed, spirit, stamina, self-healing, offense/defense, and finishing moves—were at Perfection without any flaws, and his Dao Foundation was stable and immaculate.

At four times the speed of sound, he crushed the sky; he was immune to all techniques, his Nascent Soul Middle Stage combat power was solid and mighty, invincible among his peers, and capable of killing those at higher levels.

His trump cards were all intact and ready to go; his mechanical warriors and harem beauties were all on standby, their combat coordination perfect.

The Robot Chief of Staff, which had reshaped his Soul, overclocked its core, locking onto all potential crises and hidden dangers.

With a thought, a gale surged around Mo Yufei. His pearlescent white wings fully unfurled, wreathed in Holy Light, while thunder crackled and his sharp Aura tore through the entire airspace.

Mo Yufei raised his eyes to look at the Void Realm rift, the killing intent in his eyes chillingly cold, his face revealing absolute dominance and composure.

"Last time I was sneak-attacked, I was simply sneak-attacked."

"It had nothing to do with the level of my cultivation or the depth of my Foundation; I was just too careless!"

"I gave you a chance, but you were useless! Commander Shi Haidong."

Mo Yufei's voice was calm, yet carried an extremely arrogant confidence. The magic power in his Dantian surged wildly, elemental shimmers of all types boiled alternately on his skin, and the spiritual power vibrations distorted the surrounding air.

"But now, I am stronger."

"I can withstand more limits, and I have more means to kill you."

He feared no defeat, no death; he had the trump card of an undying Soul and the qualification to start over infinitely.

"Even if you ambush me again, even if you shatter me again, so what?"

"If I die once, I will start over once."

"If I die ten times, we'll talk then!"

"You were lucky to sneak-attack me once."

"If you want to sneak-attack me a second time, I will let you know what it means to have absolutely zero chance of winning."

He suddenly burst forth at four times the speed of sound, the air booming as a streak of light tore through the sky.

Mo Yufei stood in the sky of the Secret Realm, raising his hand to stir the wind and clouds.

Thunderclouds across the sky suddenly surged and gathered, twisting into a massive thundercloud vortex that blotted out the sun and sky high above the Secret Realm.

Purple-gold lightning coiled around the walls of the vortex, the booming thunderous might piercing through layers of clouds and mist, traveling straight through every mountain and ravine in the Secret Realm.

This was his exclusive assembly order, the absolute signal of the Soul Contract carved into the Bloodline of all the myriad races.

Ever since he signed the equal Soul Contract with the various races and allowed the major beast clans to return to their respective habitats, all clans had spontaneously adhered to the rules.

Every clan had specifically leveled and cleared the most open and expansive ground in the center of their territory, free of wild trees or scattered stones, specifically used as a plaza to respond to Mo Yufei's summons and assemble the entire clan.

No need for messages, no need for urging.

The instant the thunderous sound resonated, the myriad races of the Secret Realm moved in unison.

The beast territories of the mountains, the abyssal marshes, the Nine Heavens avian clans, and the insect swarms of the poison forests—all beasts left their lairs and gathered in an orderly fashion on the level plazas in the center of their respective territories.

There was no panicked fleeing, no chaotic roaring; millions of beasts, following the rules of the Soul Contract carved into their Bloodline, quickly lined up and stood solemnly.

The leaders of each clan were at the front, and the young and weak were at the back, with distinct layers and extremely orderly formations.

At the same time, all clans tacitly agreed to select their elites on the spot.

Each clan picked out the top beasts with the strongest physique, the purest Bloodline, and the most Peak combat power, lining them up separately in front of the formation, their sharp Aura restrained, waiting in readiness for the Secret Realm Master, Mo Yufei, to personally select and dispatch them.

The entire Secret Realm, across a hundred territories, was silent, with all races lined up.

Above countless level plazas, the dark, dense beast formations bowed their heads solemnly, paying their purest respect and awe to the figure standing in the sky from afar.

Thunderclouds rolled overhead, and the thunderous might was vast and boundless.

Mo Yufei looked down at the neatly arranged beast arrays of the myriad races, the cold light in his eyes settling.

Mo Yufei stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back, his gaze scanning the orderly beast formations of the millions of clan territories below. With a slight movement of his mind, the intangible and formless power of the Soul Contract spread out instantly.

This was the equal Soul Contract carved deep into the Bloodline of all beasts; it required no sound, no Divine Ability, and with a single thought, he could connect with the top elites of the myriad races.

Wisps of transparent Soul intent pierced through the barriers of mountains and rivers, accurately falling upon the Peak beasts selected at the front of each clan's formation.

A gentle yet absolutely majestic will resonated directly within the Divine Soul of all the elites, carrying no excess, only pure command.

"Top elites of each clan, hear my order: abandon the garrisoning of your territories. Do not attack other guarded territories during this period. Immediately select your clan's strongest representatives and rush at full speed to the main plain in the center of the Secret Realm to attend the meeting and follow your Master to war."

The moment the order fell, the myriad races moved as one.

The Peak beasts at the front of each clan's plaza raised their heads simultaneously, their eyes filled with solemnity and Battle Intent.

They were all the ceiling of their clan's combat power, with powerful Bloodline, skilled in slaughter, and the trump card elite forces of each clan.

There was no hesitation, no shirking.

Each clan quickly finalized their representatives for battle—some as few as three, others more than ten—all top-tier powerhouses with condensed physiques and heavy Evil Qi.

The remaining beasts stayed in their territories, standing silently to guard them.

The next second, thousands of beast shadows moved simultaneously.

Scaled giant beasts trampled the gale, avian spirit birds tore through the clouds, water-element beasts pierced waves and crossed ravines, and poison-type spirit demons swept through forests and chased the wind.

Figures of various forms and majestic Aura rushed out from the plazas of clan territories in all directions of the Secret Realm, galloping to gather at the vast main plain in the center of the Secret Realm.

The entire process was orderly, without a hint of chaos.

The Soul Contract bond had long since made the myriad races familiar with the rules; assembling and dispatching had already become instinct.

Elites filled the sky, traversing the Secret Realm, with various beast tides flowing toward the center point, aggressive yet clearly arrayed.

The thundercloud vortex high above continued to rotate slowly, with lightning gleaming.

Mo Yufei quietly looked down at the elites of the various races rushing in from all directions, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

The beast elites from all sides rushed to the central plain of the Secret Realm, moving at full speed. A moment later, the vast beast horde arrived at the edge of the Secret Realm's abyss.

The myriad race elites lined up, a dark mass occupying the edge of the abyss, their Aura restrained, everyone holding their breath, quietly waiting for Mo Yufei's next order.

All the beasts were filled with Battle Intent and awe, waiting only for their Master's order to follow him across realms to war.

Just as the myriad beasts stood solemnly in wait, high in the sky, the pearlescent white wings intertwined with Holy Light and lightning arcs suddenly unfurled.

Hum—

A streak of light tore through the air and dove down, and Mo Yufei's figure hovered in the air directly above the entire beast horde.

A gale swept across the wild, and the lightning across the sky suddenly surged. The thundercloud vortex that had been circling high above suddenly sank, and rolling purple-gold lightning fell, shrouding the entire abyssal formation area.

The violent power of thunder was controlled at his whim, wandering above the entire beast horde, intimidating the thousands of elite beasts.

The myriad beasts below were all startled, not understanding his intent, and looked toward the two Beast Emperors. The Beast Emperors also lowered their heads, and no one dared to move a muscle.