184: You're afraid of him but not me? Then you might as well all die!

At this moment, the entire mountain hollow had already transformed into a Shura Hell.

On the ground, charred pits, shattered bone armor, splashed viscous blood, and indistinguishable severed limbs were everywhere.

The air was filled with a thick, nauseating smell of blood and burning.

Those hundreds of aggressive and ferociously powerful Abyssal elites from before...

At this moment, only dozens of figures remained, barely standing.

Every one of them was covered in wounds and in a wretched state.

Some had shattered bone armor, revealing the charred flesh beneath.

Some had broken wings, drooping powerlessly.

Some had even lost limbs, with filthy blood flowing from the stumps.

Their presence had withered to the extreme.

Their eyes were filled with boundless terror and shock, and their bodies trembled violently and uncontrollably.

All their previous arrogance and ferocity were gone, leaving only the most primitive, bone-deep fear and despair.

The leader, the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord, was in no better state.

His massive body, covered in dark gold bone armor, was riddled with crisscrossing, terrifying scars.

The sturdy bone armor was shattered, revealing the charred and mangled flesh beneath, while pitch-black blood gurgled out like a stream.

One of his arms had vanished, and the stump was charred black, clearly having been directly annihilated by the Nether Shock.

He leaned on his nearly broken giant axe, barely supporting his body while panting heavily, each breath carrying blood foam.

Within his eyes, which burned with ghostly blue flames, were boundless fear, despair, and a hint of unbelievable daze.

He could not understand, could not accept it!

He had brought the true elites under the Abyss Master's command!

They were Abyssal warriors who had undergone the baptism of countless bloody battles!

But what was the result?

Before this man, they couldn't even mount a decent resistance!

With just a wave of his hand!

A wave of casual, wide-area strikes!

His subordinates, his pride, his everything... just gone like that?

Swept away as easily as trash?

What kind of power was this?!

He stared fixedly at Chen Nian, his voice distorted by fear and anger:

"You... who exactly are you?!"

"Humans could never possess this kind of power!"

"Are you the Incarnation of some ancient existence?!"

Chen Nian slowly descended from the air, his feet lightly stepping onto the viscous bloodstains, yet he remained untainted by a single speck of dust.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his tone as indifferent as ten-thousand-year-old ice:

"For a dying demon, you have quite a lot of questions."

He stepped forward one pace at a time, his invisible pressure like a solid mountain, making it impossible for the remaining Demonic Evils to breathe.

Chen Nian stopped a few meters in front of the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord.

His gaze calmly swept over him and his trembling subordinates behind him.

"You'd better understand the situation."

"Right now, you are in no position to ask me questions!"

His tone shifted, carrying an unquestionable sense of interrogation:

"However, I do have some questions for you."

"Regarding the 'Gloomy Abyss,' and regarding that 'Abyss Master' of yours."

"Now, tell me everything you know."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Demonic Evils on the scene immediately fell into an uproar, looking at each other.

Just then, a heavily injured Demon General struggled to lift his head.

Although there was fear in his eyes, it was mixed with a hint of the stubbornness inherent to Abyssal creatures:

"Despicable human!"

"Don't think you can get any information about the Holy Land from us!"

"The Abyss Master is supreme; how could you possibly pry into his power!"

Another Bat-Winged Demon also shrieked in agreement:

"That's right!"

"Leaking Abyssal secrets will result in the Soul being burned by Demonic Fire for eternity, a pain ten thousand times greater than having one's Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering!"

"We would rather die than betray the Abyss Master!"

Their fear of that "Abyss Master" they had never met seemed to temporarily outweigh their fear of the death before them.

Chen Nian gave a contemptuous smile, one that was cold and cruel:

"Oh?"

"Afraid of him, but not me?"

"Then you should just die!"

Before his voice had even faded, he pointed his fingers like a sword and made a casual swipe toward the few Demonic Evils who had just spoken.

"Swish swish swish—!"

Several blood-red silken threads flew out rapidly.

"Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!"

Accompanied by several sounds of flesh being sliced.

Those few Demonic Evils couldn't even let out a full scream before their bodies were cut by invisible blades, instantly falling into pieces.

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 15,639 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 18,965 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Tier Demonic Evil, gained 25,112 points!]

...Seeing this, the surviving Demonic Evils were instantly struck with great shock, their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering in terror!

They hadn't expected Chen Nian to be so decisive in his killing.

He would strike over the slightest disagreement, his methods being extremely ruthless!

"Now, can you answer my questions?"

Chen Nian acted as if he had just casually swatted a few flies, his tone still flat as his gaze swept over the remaining ones.

However, the harsh imprint of the Abyss still seemed to be deep.

One Demonic Evil trembled all over, pleading incoherently:

"No... I can't say... I really can't say..."

"Please... let us go..."

"We can immediately retreat back to the Abyss and never set foot in this realm again, I beg you..."

Its words represented the sentiments of most of the remaining Demonic Evils.

Between betraying the Abyss Master and incurring eternal torment, and immediate death.

They were caught in extreme conflict and fear.

"Stubborn and incorrigible!"

The last bit of patience in Chen Nian's eyes was exhausted.

He asked no more, his figure flickering through the remaining Demonic Evils like a phantom.

Every flash was accompanied by a casual strike—be it a punch, a kick, or a palm.

"Bang!"

" boom!"

"Puchi!"

Muffled explosions, the roar of energy annihilation, and the crisp sound of tearing flesh... one after another, they rose and fell, weaving together into a symphony of death.

Chen Nian's movements were as fast as lightning, his efficiency breathtakingly high.

He didn't use any flashy skills, relying solely on the power and speed of his Physical Body.

Like a tiger among sheep, he carried out a one-sided slaughter.

The Demonic Evils' pleas for mercy, screams, and cries of breakdown stopped abruptly, covered by the louder sounds of death.

For a time, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs and internal organs were splashed about.

The thick blood almost soaked the entire ground of the mountain hollow.

The pungent smell of blood was so thick it wouldn't dissipate, forming a nauseating, hellish atmosphere.

The scene had already transformed into a true Hell on Earth, a Shura Slaughterhouse!

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 13,172 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 15,129 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Fifth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 17,332 points!]

[Ding! Killed a Sixth-Tier Abyssal Evil, gained 23,981 points!]

...The System's notification sounds rang out continuously, and the points kept rising.

In an instant, the clamor and screams completely subsided.

In the entire mountain hollow, besides Chen Nian, only one figure remained—the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord.

He knelt in the pool of blood and minced meat, his massive body trembling slightly and uncontrollably.

Around him were the shattered remains of his comrades, and warm blood splashed all over his bone armor, flowing slowly along the cracks.

Within his ghostly blue fire-eyes, this apocalyptic scene was reflected, filled with boundless fear and despair.

Chen Nian slowly walked up to him; the difference in height was vast, but their Auras were completely reversed.

He slowly raised his right hand and casually placed it on the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's massive head, which was covered in hard bone armor.

The movement was very light, as if just a pat on the shoulder between friends.

But the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord felt as if a divine mountain weighing billions of tons had been pressed onto his Soul!

He had no doubt that as long as the other party was unhappy for a single moment.

His head would instantly explode, just like those of his companions before!

Chen Nian's eyes were cold, like ancient ice that never melted, as he watched the Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's trembling body and asked one last time:

"Well?"

"Have you thought it through?"

"Will you speak, or not?"

The Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's huge mouth opened and closed.

He could feel the terrifying power contained in Chen Nian's fingertips, enough to easily crush his Soul.

The fear of the Abyss Master still existed, but the threat of immediate Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering was more real and more imminent!

His will struggled violently between two extremes of fear.

Ultimately, the instinct for survival and the dread of Chen Nian's bottomless power seemed to gain a slight upper hand.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to compromise... However, at the very moment he was about to reveal information.

A force of Restriction, originating from his Soul's Origin and even deeper and colder, suddenly erupted.

As if triggering some malicious curse, it caused the words about to leave his mouth to get stuck in his throat!

That was the Restriction the Abyss Master had carved deep into the Souls of these Core Retainers!

The Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's pupils distorted from extreme pain and fear.

He panted heavily and finally replied with difficulty: "I... I can't say!"

The torment his Soul would suffer for leaking core secrets was a thousand times more terrifying than death!

Chen Nian watched his struggle and final choice.

The smile on his face became increasingly cruel:

"Very well, you have backbone."

" It seems, You can't get any more information out of them.."

"Then you should just die!"

He spoke indifferently, as if stating an established fact.

The next second, his five fingers gently tightened.

"Bang—!"

Like crushing a ripe berry.

The Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's incredibly hard dark gold skull, capable of withstanding missile strikes, along with the Soul inside that was filled with fear and despair.

Under Chen Nian's seemingly casual squeeze, it violently exploded!

Red and white, mixed with shattered bone armor fragments, exploded in a radial pattern!

The Bone-Splitting Demon Lord's massive headless body twitched violently once, then crashed heavily into the pool of blood, splashing a large amount of filth.

[Ding! Killed a Seventh-Rank Abyssal Demon 'Bone-Splitting Demon Lord', gained 35,521 points!]

The System's notification sound rang out clearly, drawing a final period for this one-sided interrogation and slaughter.

Chen Nian slowly withdrew his hand and casually shook it, as if he had touched something dirty.

"What a bunch of time-wasting trash!"