Chapter 434 The Dawn of Chaos, the Demon Bone Tribe Intercepts

The moment he passed through the Domain Gate, Nightmare felt as if he had crashed into a thick wall of water.

It wasn't resistance, but density—the density of the chaos origin was shockingly high, nearly ten times that of the Hongmeng Universe's core region. A grey mist permeated the air, each wisp containing pure yet violent chaos qi flow; if an ordinary Supreme Realm Cultivator did not use protection, they likely wouldn't last half a day before their Origin was eroded.

"Circulate your Cultivation Technique and protect your heart's meridians."

Nightmare's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Two hundred and eighty elites simultaneously channeled their Origin, forming protective light shields. Someone let out a muffled groan—the erosive nature of the chaos qi flow here was stronger than expected.

Nightmare, however, directly dispersed his shield.

He took a deep breath, and the grey mist flowed into his body through his nose and mouth, instantly refined and absorbed by the Dao Reversal Demonic Star Flame.

"As expected... chaos origin and Reverse Dao Power share the same source."

Demonic Flame flickered in his eyes; not only did he feel no discomfort, but he felt refreshed all over, as if he had returned to the womb.

This was the environment of a higher-level space.

"Lord, here..." An elite stepped forward, his expression solemn.

Nightmare raised his hand to stop him, his gaze piercing into the depths of the grey mist.

"They're here."

Just as he finished speaking, the mist ahead surged, and dozens of figures came rushing toward them!

The leader was clad in grey-white bone armor and held a white bone spear. His aura was clearly at the Early Stage of the Chaos Supreme—equivalent to the Late Stage of the Grandmist's Cosmic Supreme Realm.

Behind him followed thirty Cultivators in bone armor, each with an aura at the Chaos Celestial Venerable Realm (equivalent to the Early Stage of the Cosmic Supreme Realm).

"Extradimensional ants!"

The bone-armored commander stopped a hundred yards away, pointing his spear at Nightmare, his voice sharp and piercing:

"How dare you trespass into the territory of my Demon Bone Tribe? Surrender immediately, or else—"

He gave a cruel laugh:

"I will crush your Divine Soul and refine you into Bone Slaves!"

Nightmare looked at him as if looking at a buzzing fly.

He didn't even bother to reply, simply taking a step forward.

"Courting death!" the bone-armored commander roared, thrusting the white bone spear forward!

A grey-white phantom of a bone spear tore through the air, shredding the chaos qi flow wherever it passed!

Nightmare raised his hand, his fingers curling into a loose grip.

"Puff."

Three feet in front of his palm, the bone spear phantom silently vanished.

The bone-armored commander's pupils shrank abruptly.

In the next second, Nightmare's figure vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the commander.

"You—"

The commander only had time to utter a single word.

Nightmare's right hand reached out, his palm wrapped in pitch-black Demonic Flame, pressing lightly against the bone armor on the commander's chest.

"Sizzle..."

The bone armor melted like paper.

His palm pierced through the bone armor, sinking into the flesh and clutching the beating heart.

The commander froze, his eyes filled with horror.

Nightmare looked at him, his voice calm:

"Too weak."

His fingers closed.

"Splat!"

The heart exploded.

The light in the commander's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body slumped over. To his death, he never understood—how could he not even withstand a single move?

Nightmare withdrew his hand, flicked away the bloodstains, and looked at the thirty Chaos Celestial Venerable Realm Cultivators who were already paralyzed with fear.

"Kill."

A single word.

Behind him, eighty Cosmic Supreme Realm elites pounced like wolves and tigers!

Thirty against eighty, and there was a whole major Realm difference in cultivation.

This wasn't a battle; it was a massacre.

Three breaths later, the head of the last bone-armored Cultivator was severed, and the corpse was incinerated to ash by Demonic Flame.

Silence returned to the battlefield.

Nightmare walked to the bone-armored commander's corpse and took the Storage Pouch from his waist.

He swept it with his Divine Sense.

Inside the pouch, besides some scattered chaos origin stones, there was a map drawn on some kind of animal hide.

Nightmare unfolded the map.

"Grey Mist Wasteland... Demon Bone Tribe, Stone Skin Tribe, Blood Fang Tribe..."

The map clearly marked the territorial boundaries, major strongholds, and troop distributions of the three major tribes.

The Demon Bone Tribe was the most powerful, occupying nearly seventy percent of the Grey Mist Wasteland.

"Demon Bone Tribe..." Nightmare murmured, Demonic Flame flickering in his eyes.

He put away the map and looked at the elites behind him who had finished the battle.

"Rest for fifteen minutes to adapt to the environment."

"And then—"

He looked into the depths of the Grey Mist Wasteland:

"Find a place to set up camp."

"Since we've come, let's not be in a hurry to leave."

"First, let's clean up this wasteland."