98: Chapter 98 Ultimate Taunt

The annihilation of the Lord of the Ultimate End's colossal form was not a silent affair. It was like a cosmic-scale abscess being decisively lanced; the final release was not a pure energy shockwave, but a viscous, dark ripple saturated with ultimate resentment and unwillingness, silently sweeping across the entire battlefield.

In this final moment of annihilation, Qin Weiwei—who had been devoured by Him—her soul fragments, not yet fully digested and brimming with betrayal, fear, jealousy, and... a complex awareness of Lin Chen, acted like cold water poured into boiling oil, triggering a bizarre reaction.

The Lord of the Ultimate End's chaotic will, on the verge of complete dissipation, instinctively seized, consumed, and analyzed these fragments.

And so—

Right there amidst the foul-smelling black ash drifting through the air, the very moment Bai Qi's halberd light completely receded and Lin Chen had just turned to warn everyone—

A voice abruptly rang out in the depths of every living being's soul.

That voice was no longer the Lord of the Ultimate End's original, inhuman roar filled with destructive desire, but... Qin Weiwei's delicate, tear-choked voice, overflowing with grievance and resentment!

"Bro... brother..."

The voice, plaintive and sorrowful as if containing boundless pain and confusion, echoed across the battlefield littered with corpses, ruins, and scorched earth. It felt so eerie, so jarringly out of place, and so... bone-chilling!

"How could you be so heartless..."

"I'm your sister... how could you... how could you treat me like this..."

"Throwing me to that kind of monster... didn't you feel... any reluctance at all?"

The voice seemed to possess a peculiar magic, directly plucking at the softest, most emotionally vulnerable parts of the heart. Some survivors who had previously regarded Lin Chen with awe and reverence now, upon hearing this "deceased" person's mournful accusation, couldn't help but show a trace of bewilderment and... a barely perceptible wavering on their faces.

Su Qingyu's face paled, and she subconsciously clenched her fists. She knew full well this was the Lord of the Ultimate End's doing, but this method of using the voice of the dead (especially one they had just personally executed) for a mental attack was utterly vile, utterly despicable!

Even Bai Qi in the sky, his face usually frozen for millennia, frowned almost imperceptibly. The killing intent around him surged, locking onto the dissipating center of the ash cloud.

Everyone's gaze turned toward Lin Chen on the watchtower.

Lin Chen slowly turned back around. His face showed no trace of being moved by the "sister's" soulful accusation, nor any hint of guilt—only unconcealed disgust, as if he had seen something utterly repulsive.

"Ugly. Freak." He stared at the ash cloud, enunciating each word clearly, his voice reaching everyone's ears and seemingly responding directly to the soulful voice. "Imitating. Human. Speech..."

He paused, as if thinking, then revealed an extremely mocking, malicious smile.

"...Requires. Payment."

Before his words had even faded, his finger swiped across the system interface!

[Ding! 1,000,000 nether talismans consumed to purchase the regional wide-area amplification service 'Ghost Domain Broadcast*100'!]

The next second, high above the battlefield, one hundred enormous, translucent horn-shaped projections, condensed from pure Yin energy and glowing with an eerie blue light, materialized in neat rows!

Then, these one hundred colossal Ghost Domain horns began blasting at maximum volume, looping the single sentence Lin Chen had just recorded. The sound was thunderous, deafening, instantly scattering that affected "sisterly voice" into disarray:

["Ugly freak imitating human speech requires payment!!!"]

["Ugly freak imitating human speech requires payment!!!"]

["Ugly freak imitating human speech requires payment!!!"]

...

The massive sonic waves washed over the battlefield like a tidal wave, again and again. That simple, brutal, soul-piercing taunt, combined with the spectacular (and absurd) sight of one hundred horns firing simultaneously, left all the survivors dumbfounded.

The faintly rising sentimentality and wavering were instantly blasted to smithereens by this ear-assaulting, unreasonable "payment" declaration! Replacing it was a potent sense of absurdity, almost impossible to suppress as laughter.

This... this actually works?!

Su Qingyu's taut cheek muscles twitched, almost breaking her icy facade. She looked at the man on the platform with his "I utterly despise you" expression, feeling nothing but speechlessness and... an inexplicable sense of catharsis.

Against such a vile mental attack, reason with it? Offer comfort? Explain?

Not a chance.

Lin Chen's choice was—to retort with something louder, more blunt, and even more infuriating! Using the power of nether talismans to launch a dual physical and mental saturation strike!

"Pfft..." Finally, a survivor couldn't hold back a snort of laughter, immediately covering their mouth, though their shoulders kept shaking.

The laughter seemed contagious. More and more people broke free from the previous eerie, sorrowful atmosphere. Looking at the one hundred horns looping the taunt in the sky, their faces showed expressions caught between laughter and tears.

The atmosphere of despair and oppression was actually forcibly diluted by this utterly unserious, utterly "Lin Chen-style" maneuver.

And that ash cloud on the verge of complete dissipation, the soulful voice utilizing Qin Weiwei's tone, amidst this overwhelming "payment" declaration, abruptly ceased—like a duck having its neck wrung.

In its place, an even more violent, An even more irrational anger， Emerging from the heart of the ashes！

Evidently, the Lord of the Ultimate End's residual will had been thoroughly enraged by Lin Chen's ultimate taunt!

"BZZZZT—!!!"

The ash cloud violently contracted inward, condensing into a sphere less than ten meters in diameter, yet black as ink, seemingly capable of devouring all light! On its surface, the phantom image of the Lord of the Ultimate End's yellow pupil, covered in cracks, materialized, glaring fixedly at Lin Chen, filled with a madness to burn everything to ashes!

He abandoned the last vestiges of energy maintaining His existence, abandoned any fancy techniques, and concentrated all His venom, unwillingness, and the ultimate fury ignited by the taunt into the purest, most ultimate form—a destructive energy impact!

This was His final strike in existence! Surpassing the intensity of all previous attacks, with only one target—Lin Chen!

The black sphere, like a falling star of death, traced a path of utter annihilation. Ignoring spatial distance, it instantly appeared directly in front of the watchtower where Lin Chen stood!

Its speed was extreme! Even someone as powerful as Bai Qi couldn't return to aid in time!

"Master!!" Su Qingyu cried out involuntarily, her face instantly deathly pale.

The hearts of all survivors leapt into their throats. The slight relief they had just felt was instantly drowned by greater fear.

Facing this strike that concentrated the Lord of the Ultimate End's final everything, the mocking expression on Lin Chen's face didn't diminish in the slightest.

He even had time to snap his fingers.

"So noisy. Shut up."

Then, he raised his right hand toward the black sphere, now terrifyingly close and emitting energy fluctuations that were causing the surrounding space to crumble, and spread his fingers.

In his palm, a seemingly plain and unadorned, yet dark golden talisman seal appeared quietly. It seemed to flow with a power capable of stabilizing the universe and governing the order of the netherworld.

[Temporary invocation authority for 'Netherworld Authority·Primary' activated.]

[Target locked: Lord of the Ultimate End remnant·Final Impact.]

[Executing: Order Suppression.]