93: Chapter 93 Ten Thousand Ghost Soldiers, Straight to the Heart of the Dragon

The ten-second countdown, amid Lin Chen's furious roar, tolled like a death knell.

High in the sky, that enormous yellow pupil had progressed from initial indifference, to confusion disrupted by the bill, to the ultimate offense of doubled fines and being cursed out directly. Now, deep within its turbid eye, a tangible, star-incinerating fury was finally brewing!

"Huummm—!!!"

A shriek imperceptible to the ear yet striking directly at the soul-level of all living beings, like the simultaneous wails of hundreds of millions of wronged spirits, violently erupted! The remaining azure protective membrane, as if struck by a heavy hammer, shattered with a crash, now covered in even denser cracks, its light dimming drastically, on the verge of complete collapse.

That stalled tentacle rose once more. This time, not just that one—around its colossal main body hidden behind the spatial rift, two more equally hideous, suction-cup-covered tentacles simultaneously emerged! Three tentacles, like world-ending whips, carrying destruction energy ten times more terrifying than before, churned the clouds and winds as they ruthlessly smashed down towards the teetering Fortress below!

This was no longer a probe, nor a warning. It was a genuine, merciless obliteration!

"Master! We can't hold on!!" Zhang Hao screamed like a slaughtered pig, scrambling and crawling to hide deeper within.

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, yet she still clenched her teeth, attempting to muster the last of the nether soldiers, if only to delay the tentacles' descent for an instant.

At this critical juncture, the impatience and rage on Lin Chen's face abruptly vanished, replaced by an extreme calmness. Even the corner of his mouth curled into a hint of a triumphant arc.

"Refusing to pay, and violently resisting enforcement?" he muttered to himself, his eyes sharp as blades. "Then don't blame me for carrying out compulsory execution!"

He no longer looked at the descending tentacles of death. His hands became a blur of afterimages over the system interface, commands pouring out like a torrent.

"Nether Domain Assets Administration Bureau, highest authority granted! Activate the 'Compulsory Enforcement' procedure!"

"Target: Lord of the Ultimate End!"

"Execution Plan: Forced Demolition!"

"Huum! Huum! Huum!"

The three relatively intact plaza grounds remaining within the Fortress suddenly erupted with soaring pillars of light! One blood-red, one jet-black, one deathly pale! The three pillars tore through the sky, which had grown darker due to the tentacles' descent, emanating a heart-palpitating aura of solemn slaughter!

["Ghost General Summoning Array: God of Slaughter" activated! nether talisman consumed: 300 million!]

["Ghost General Summoning Array: Wuchang" activated! nether talisman consumed: 250 million!]

["Ghost General Summoning Array: Rakshasa" activated! nether talisman consumed: 250 million!]

Within the pillars of light, three colossal, sky-piercing silhouettes slowly condensed into form!

From the blood-red pillar, a general clad in ancient, tattered armor, his face cold as ice, wielding a blood-colored bronze halberd, stepped forth through the air! Tangible blood-colored killing intent coiled around him. It was the God of Slaughter—Bai Qi! As his gaze swept, phantoms of mountains of corpses and seas of blood surged, directly locking onto one of the plummeting tentacles.

From the jet-black pillar emerged two figures, one tall and one short, both wearing tall official hats and holding chains and mourning staffs. The tall one had a deathly pale face and a long, lolling tongue, his hat inscribed with "Peace Under Heaven"; the short one had a dark complexion, fierce scowling brows, his hat inscribed with "Wealth at First Sight." They were Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang! Instead of attacking directly, they swung their chains. An intangible power of rules spread, disrupting the energy flow of another tentacle, as if reaping souls!

From the deathly pale pillar emerged a ferocious demon with a green face, fanged teeth, three heads, and six arms—the Rakshasa Ghost General! Roaring, his six arms wielded bizarre weapons like bone blades, poison tridents, and human-skin drums. With the most primitive ferocity, he pounced towards the final tentacle!

"Bai Qi, lead the team and demolish those three troublesome things! Aim for those three glowing hearts on its body and smash them to pieces!" Lin Chen's command was concise and brutal.

"I obey." Bai Qi's voice was icy, devoid of any emotion. He simply thrust his blood-colored halberd forward!

"Ssshh—!"

A blood-colored halberd beam that spanned heaven and earth tore through space, arriving first with astonishing speed, and sliced with pinpoint accuracy into the midsection of one tentacle! The resilient tentacle, capable of leveling mountains, was cleaved open the moment the beam touched it, as if a hot knife through butter, leaving a deep, bone-exposing wound! Thick, foul-smelling black blood sprayed out like a waterfall, falling onto the ruins below and instantly corroding the rock into deep pits!

That tentacle convulsed violently without a sound, its attack trajectory instantly skewed, crashing fiercely into the empty ground beside the Fortress and leaving a bottomless chasm.

Simultaneously, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang's chains coiled like venomous snakes around the second tentacle. The Raging Destructive Energy on that tentacle seemed bound by some rule, rapidly growing dim and sluggish, its movements slowing. The Rakshasa Ghost General roared wildly, his six arms flailing as bone blades and poison tridents hacked madly at the surface of the third tentacle. Though unable to inflict a crippling blow like Bai Qi, he still sent chunks of flesh flying and black blood splattering, forcibly holding it mid-air through frenzied assault!

The three Ghost Generals had actually temporarily blocked the three tentacles of destruction launched in fury by the Lord of the Ultimate End!

This scene left all survivors below stunned, almost forgetting to breathe. Amid despair, they had truly witnessed... a force of resistance?!

"Don't just stand there gawking!" Lin Chen's shout snapped everyone back to reality. "Demolition crews, take your positions! According to pre-assigned groups, Team One assists Bai Qi, Team Two assists the Wuchang, Team Three follows Rakshasa! Demolish it for me! For every tentacle taken down, rewards for all! nether talismans guaranteed!"

Following his command, the one hundred thousand nether soldiers already assembled by the system surged like three raging torrents, converging behind the three Ghost Generals! These nether soldiers were no longer scattered stragglers but formed profound battle formations. Their baleful auras merged, their powers interconnected. Though individually far weaker than the Ghost Generals, their combined momentum actually shook the heavens and earth!

"Kill!!"

The torrent of nether soldiers followed closely behind the three Ghost Generals, clinging like maggots to bone, and madly swarmed upwards along the tentacles breached or hindered by the generals! They hacked with Yin-energy-forged blades, spears, swords, and halberds, scorched with ghostfire, and even detonated their nether soul cores outright, all to leave even a single scar on the terrifying tentacles!

This was no longer a battle. It was more like a... bloody, brutal demolition project targeting a behemoth!

The Lord of the Ultimate End was clearly enraged by this sudden, highly targeted counterattack. Its enormous eyeball fluctuated violently, and several other tentacles hidden in the shadows began to stir, eager to join the fray.

But would Lin Chen give it the chance?

"Want to call for backup? Did you ask me?" Lin Chen sneered, reopening the system shop, locking onto those eager shadowy tentacles, and began a new round of "concept purchase" harassment.

[Ding! Consumed 100 million nether talismans to purchase "spatial coordinate stability" for "Lord of the Ultimate End - Reserve Tentacle A," duration: 4 seconds!]

The space around that tentacle, which had just half-emerged from the rift, suddenly became as viscous as a swamp, making its emergence excruciatingly slow and difficult.

[Ding! Consumed 120 million nether talismans to purchase "energy condensation speed" for "Lord of the Ultimate End - Reserve Tentacle B," duration: 3 seconds!]

The destructive black light condensing at the tip of another tentacle seemed to jam, flickering several times, its power greatly diminished.

Lin Chen was like a top-tier micromanagement master, simultaneously directing the three "demolition crews" to bombard the Lord of the Ultimate End's "main structure" (tentacles and cores) while constantly tripping up the opponent's "reinforcements" with his pay-to-win tactics, pushing the "rules of money" to their extreme!

The battlefield descended into an extremely brutal and bizarre stalemate.

In the sky, the three main tentacles were firmly entangled by the Ghost Generals and nether soldiers amidst a storm of blood and gore. Within the Lord of the Ultimate End's body, three glowing cores (corresponding to three sub-cores) pulsed slowly like enormous hearts, constantly shifting positions. Under the murderous gaze of Bai Qi, they seemed to sense the threat, their pulsing frequency noticeably quickening.

Below the Fortress, Lin Chen watched the nether talisman balance in the system interface plummet like a burst dam, his expression unchanging.

"Demolish! Demolish it to death for me!" He issued another cold command into the communication channel. "Bai Qi, hold nothing back. Smash one of those cores for me to see!"

Hearing this, Bai Qi's blood-colored halberd beam surged once more. Ignoring the frenzied counterattack of the tentacle he had wounded, he pointed his halberd towards a glowing core within the Lord of the Ultimate End's body that had just shifted to a relatively forward position!

God of Slaughter Domain, fully unleashed!

Just as this decisive attack was about to be launched—

No one noticed that Zhang Hao, collapsed in the ruins and nearly driven insane by fear, lay on ground soaked by the Lord of the Ultimate End's black blood. An extremely faint aura, sharing the same origin as his previously awakened ghost-control ability but far darker and more avaricious, silently seeped through that black blood and infiltrated his body...

Zhang Hao's eyes snapped wide open. Deep within his pupils, a turbid yellow hue identical to the Lord of the Ultimate End's flashed briefly and vanished.