179: Chapter 179: Suppressing and Killing Personally

Generals Mansion, central plaza.

Mountains of Ore, Spiritual Plant, and flesh-and-blood corpses filled the vast plaza.

Lin Yuan stood on a high platform and gave the order.

"Sacrifice."

Five altars activated simultaneously.

As the formation patterns operated, massive amounts of supplies dissolved in the light, rushing from the center of the altars into the boundless Astral Realm.

The Void Realm was torn apart.

Spatial turbulence raged above the plaza as five passageways slowly took shape.

Ten thousand Mutated Magic Vultures were the first to rush out of the passageways, their wings spreading to blot out the sky.

Footsteps echoed from another passageway.

One hundred double-sequence Tyrant Demons stepped into the plaza, liquid gold surging on their hands to form various weapons.

Formless Source Insectss, Calamity Fire Spirits, and Liquid Metal Crabs descended one after another.

Lin Yuan looked up at this group of Wasteland dependents that belonged to him.

Just a day ago, he still needed to expend most of his energy to suppress the desires constantly breeding in his Sea of Consciousness.

Now, those pink mists couldn't even get within three feet of his body.

His state of mind had transformed, and his Divine Fire was clear.

He no longer needed to cower in this city; he could freely mobilize all his Divine Power to push this Fifth-tier Demigod body to its Peak.

Lin Yuan bent his knees slightly and shot up from the ground.

A wild wind whistled in his ears.

He landed steadily on the back of the largest Mutated Magic Vulture.

Lin Yuan slowly raised his right arm, the blood-colored greatsword in his hand pointing directly at the front-line battlefield in the heart of the Central Plains.

"Depart."

The command was transmitted to the mind of every dependent through the Insect King's mental network.

The Mutated Magic Vulture let out a long cry, and its wings flapped.

Tens of thousands of Demon Vultures took to the sky, turning into a moving black cloud that surrounded Lin Yuan at the front as they sped toward the front lines.

Below, some Tyrant Demons unfolded Void Realm wings, while others sprinted across the ground.

The Fire Spirits and Origin Bugs followed closely behind.

Lin Yuan stood on the back of the Demon Vulture, the wild wind blowing against his stern face.

Overlooking the mess passing by below, dark golden gleams slowly rotated in the depths of his eyes.

It was time for him to personally put an end to this game of "hegemon supremacy."

Central Plains hinterland, Falling Eagle Gorge.

Su Zhe hid in a crack in the rock wall.

He held his breath and restrained all fluctuations of his Divine Power.

His gaze passed through the crack, looking down at the canyon.

His scalp tingled.

At the bottom of the canyon, the Abyssal Blood Army was passing through.

The Blood Slaughter Infantry raised their heavy shields, trampling the shrubs and boulders along the way.

The Wind-Thunder Cavalry drove a group of newly captured native Yao Beasts, herding them into the slaughter camp accompanying the army.

What left Su Zhe most speechless were the monsters mixed into the army.

Several Liquid Metal Crabs waved their large pincers, crushing the exposed iron Ore on both sides of the canyon along with the soil, stuffing it into their mouths and chewing vigorously.

Where the Calamity Fire Spirits walked, rocks were melted into magma by the high heat, and even the ground was burned down three feet.

In mid-air, Mutated Magic Blade Bats emitted ultrasonic waves, shattering the internal organs of several native pangolins hidden deep underground.

They were then dragged out of the ground by the Formless Source Insectss and devoured.

"Damn it."

Su Zhe cursed inwardly.

Were these guys here to fight a war, or were they here to flee from a famine?

He could understand looting resources; everyone was doing it.

But this army under the banner of "Yuan Blood" was simply like a swarm of locusts.

They didn't even spare a single blade of Spiritual Plant grass or a single stone with energy.

They had forcibly gnawed the vibrant Falling Eagle Gorge into a barren Wasteland.

"Even the demons in the Abyss aren't as ruthless as you guys." Su Zhe complained to himself.

He rubbed his glabella, suppressing the urge to rush out and kill.

As a top Prodigy from Starry Sky University's High-Risk Class 3, Su Zhe possessed the cultivation of a Fifth-tier Demigod.

His God Realm [Paper Burial World] was eerie and sinister, and his dependents were all strange paper figures folded from the power of rules.

In terms of individual combat power, he didn't put these Yuan Blood soldiers below in his eyes at all.

Killing them was easier than killing chickens.

But he didn't dare to make a move.

Two days ago, he had encountered a scout team.

He casually released a few diamond-grade paper figures, cutting those dozens of bats into pieces.

The result was big trouble.

After those scouts died, the plague toxins in their bodies erupted instantly, corroding his paper figures.

Then, the Demon Vultures in the sky launched a suicide dive, triggering spatial tremors and plague toxins.

If he hadn't run fast, he would have lost quite a bit of Divine Power on the spot.

These monsters were not afraid of death at all, and they would even drag someone down with them after they died.

Once entangled, the endless follow-up troops would bite like mad dogs.

"I can't afford to provoke them, but I can afford to hide."

Su Zhe was secretly smug.

He glanced down at a square paper box hanging from his waist.

This was his altar.

The identity card he drew belonged to the lowest level of the third tier.

Wandering Priest.

This identity had no city and no territory.

Starting resources were extremely scarce, comparable to the bandits of the fourth tier.

But this identity had one unique advantage.

Freedom.

The altar could be carried with him.

He didn't need to guard a city like other classmates.

If the city was broken, he would have to suffer the backlash of the rules and eventually be beaten to death by these monsters.

"Lin Yuan is indeed strong, being able to pull together such a huge army."

"But the Rubiks Cube World is so big, if I hide in any corner, you will never find me in your life."

Su Zhe was very confident.

His [Paper Burial World] possessed extremely strong spatial folding capabilities.

He was currently folding himself into a two-dimensional paper space, sticking in the crack of the rock wall.

His aura was completely gone.

Even if the Abyssal Blood Army's ultrasonic waves scanned over, they would only treat him as an ordinary stone.

Once this army moved far away, he would change direction and go to a remote area to slowly develop.

As long as he kept a low profile and outlasted the other classmates, he could still get good grades.

Anyway, he wasn't fighting for first place.

The Abyssal Blood Army at the bottom of the canyon gradually moved away.

The footsteps disappeared.

Su Zhe breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his hand, and a pale white light of Divine Power lit up at his fingertips.

He was preparing to lift the two-dimensional folding state and leave this place.

At that very moment.

The sky above suddenly darkened.

A wild wind howled, and the airflow made a sonic boom.

Su Zhe looked up subconsciously.

A huge black-feathered Demon Vulture tore through the clouds and hovered above Falling Eagle Gorge.

Standing on the back of the Demon Vulture was a man wearing dark red heavy armor.

Lin Yuan.

Su Zhe's pupils shrank.

No aura fluctuations came out; when did this guy come?

Lin Yuan stood on the back of the Demon Vulture, looking down. His gaze locked onto the inconspicuous piece of paper in the crack of the rock wall.

Their eyes collided across the distance.

Su Zhe's hair stood on end, and a deadly sense of crisis rushed to his forehead.

He had been discovered.

Su Zhe didn't hesitate at all, his Divine Power exploding.

"Divine Technique: Paper Burial Maze!"

He waved his hands quickly.

The paper box at his waist automatically disintegrated, and pale white paper money flew out into the sky.

The paper money quickly reorganized in mid-air, forming a multi-dimensional folded space, attempting to trap Lin Yuan within it.

At the same time, Su Zhe's main body turned into a paper shadow and fled wildly in the opposite direction.

His reaction was extremely fast, and his actions were decisive.

He was worthy of being someone from High-Risk Class 3.

Lin Yuan looked at the paper maze covering him, his eyes calm.

He exerted force with his legs, jumped directly from the back of the Demon Vulture, and smashed toward Su Zhe below.

Facing the overlapping spatial maze.

Lin Yuan raised his right hand, holding the blood-colored greatsword high above his head.

Divine Fire burned on the sword blade.

He slashed down with one sword.

There was no fancy technique, just pure strength.

Rip!

The folded space was as fragile as real waste paper in front of the blood-colored greatsword.

The sword light flashed, the maze was split in two, and it shattered with a boom.

Lin Yuan pierced through the sky full of paper scraps and appeared behind Su Zhe.

Su Zhe was horrified.

This speed, this destructive power.

It completely exceeded the common sense of a Fifth-tier Demigod.

"Paper Figure Substitute!"

Su Zhe bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood.

His body quickly withered and turned into a paper figure with an eerie smiley face drawn on it.

And his main body had already re-condensed a hundred meters away.

This was his strongest trump card for saving his life.

Lin Yuan stabbed the paper figure with his sword.

The paper figure ignited with green flames and turned into fly ash.

A hundred meters away, Su Zhe had just stabilized his figure and was preparing to continue performing spatial jumps.

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at Su Zhe.

He didn't swing his sword again.

Instead, he raised his left hand, his index and middle fingers together, pointing remotely at Su Zhe.

At his fingertips, a gray-black gleam suddenly lit up.

Divine Technique: [Wither-Bloom Mark].

Su Zhe's heart skipped a beat.

In that gray-black light, there was a rule aura that made his Soul tremble.

End.

Death.

The Wither-Bloom Mark ignored the distance of space, spanned a hundred meters, and was directly branded on Su Zhe's glabella.

"No—"

Su Zhe let out a shrill scream.

The vitality, Divine Power, and blood Qi in his body were forcibly stripped away after the mark landed.

His plump flesh quickly withered.

The pale white Divine Fire struggled violently in his Sea of Consciousness, but was suppressed by the gray-black Death Qi, and finally extinguished completely.

His skin peeled off, and his bones weathered.

He didn't even have the chance to perform the substitution technique again.

In just two seconds.

A top Prodigy at the Fifth-tier Demigod Realm had everything drained away.

A breeze blew by.

Su Zhe's body drifted away with the wind.

Clang.

The paper box that served as a portable altar fell to the ground, losing its host's connection and turning into a pile of waste paper.

Lin Yuan landed on the ground.

He looked down at the pile of waste paper on the ground and shook his head.

"You did hide well."

His voice was calm.

If he relied only on the Insect King's mental network and the Tyrant's rough pushing.

It would indeed be difficult to ferret out such mice that possessed special concealment methods and could move at any time.

They were like maggots attached to bones, hiding in the dark to accumulate strength.

Waiting for an opportunity to bite back.

But now it was different.

In the sky, tens of thousands of Mutated Magic Vultures circled and descended.

Lin Yuan stepped onto the back of the leading Demon Vulture.

The Divine Fire in his body boiled, and his Fifth-tier Demigod power was released completely.

The dark golden light rushed straight into the sky, tearing a hole in the sky.

Killing intent.

A killing intent that was pure to the extreme and overbearing to the extreme spread from Lin Yuan as the center to the entire Rubiks Cube World.

He no longer hid, no longer tested.

He completely exposed his coordinates and his aura to the perception of all surviving classmates.

Lin Yuan raised his blood-colored greatsword, the sword tip pointing directly at the firmament.

"The game countdown begins."

His voice, blessed by Divine Power, spread throughout the entire Central Plains region.

"Either come out and accept death."

"Or, I will turn this world upside down and send you on your way."