217: Chapter 217 The Evil Bone Demon King!

The viscous Abyssal Power surged back like a tsunami, shaking the entire passage violently, even causing visible distortions in space.

From a rift in the fleshy wall, an extremely eerie figure stepped out.

The figure was not monstrous and massive like Demon King and the others; instead, it presented a nearly perfect humanoid silhouette.

He wore a robe that seemed woven from solidified night and fragments of stars.

The hem of the robe moved without wind, flowing with a quiet and lethal spectral light.

The most heart-stopping feature was his face, which was beautiful beyond gender.

His skin was as pale as the moon, but his pupils were pure nothingness, like two black holes capable of swallowing all light and souls.

He simply stood there, surrounded by incredibly violent demonic energy.

“Bone Demon King... Morse!”

Demon King lowered his massive body slightly, and even his arrogant tone carried a hint of imperceptible awe.

The Crystal Skeleton Demon King and the Shadow Demon King suppressed their auras entirely, standing still like statues to the side.

Morse's void-like eyes swept indifferently across the battlefield, finally landing on Lu Yin.

There was no killing intent, no anger.

There was only an absolute indifference, as if he were looking at a tiny insect in a laboratory.

“The humans' surprise force... indeed, just as His Majesty expected.”

His voice resonated directly in the depths of everyone's consciousness, ethereal and misty, yet carrying a chill that froze the soul.

“Attempting to cut off the node?”

“Regrettably, your struggles have been within our calculations from the very beginning.”

Before his voice faded, Morse slowly raised his palm.

At his forearm, several ghastly white bone spikes pierced through his skin, spiraling into a massive bone spear.

Evil Bone Piercing!

The moment Morse thrust the bone spear, time seemed to compress.

Wherever the spear tip passed, space groaned under the strain, leaving behind a pitch-black rift.

It was not a simple physical attack; the decaying aura wrapped around the spear carried the power of laws that withered all things and ended everything.

“Master, watch out!”

Lucifer's six pairs of black wings snapped open, and his elegant figure instantly appeared in front and to the side of Lu Yin.

“Void-Rending Blade!”

The fallen heaven blade in his hand erupted with a profound spectral light, its tip precisely striking the tip of the bone spear!

Ding!

An extremely crisp and eardrum-piercing ring exploded!

The spectral light and the decaying aura clashed and annihilated each other violently. The resulting energy turbulence tore dozens of nearby Bronze Meidou Shi into pieces!

-185,632,147! Blocked!

A massive damage number popped up above Lucifer's head, even with a successful block.

The residual impact still made him groan and slide backward, dark golden blood seeping through his white gloves.

“Oh? You can block a strike of mine?”

A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in Morse's void-like eyes.

With the support of such vast Abyssal Power, his attributes were essentially boosted nearly tenfold.

Lucifer was knocked back by Morse's strike, fresh red blood dripping from his fingertips and burning white smoke into the squirming flesh membrane.

His peerlessly handsome face still maintained a butler's elegance and composure, but his ice-blue eyes were now filled with gravity.

“Master, this demon's power... has already exceeded the scope of an ordinary Demon King.”

Lucifer's voice remained steady, yet it carried an unprecedented warning.

Lu Yin's heart sank.

He could feel that the aura emanating from Morse, while incomparable to Di Gulov,

was definitely that of a terrifying existence at the peak of the Seventh Awakening, perhaps even touching the threshold of the Eighth Awakening!

Furthermore, inside this Abyssal Passage, he could mobilize endless Abyssal Power.

To defeat him again would be as difficult as reaching the heavens.

“Within your calculations?”

Lu Yin sneered, the spectral light in his eyes surging.

“Then let's see if your calculations can account for a variable like me!”

Lu Yin knew that any hesitation at this moment would be fatal.

He had to end the battle quickly; otherwise, once the guards from other nodes converged, they would truly be doomed.

“A variable? In the face of absolute power, any variable is merely a ripple that adds a bit of amusement.”

The cold aura in Morse's void-like eyes intensified.

The bone spear on his arm slowly retracted, but the gray aura of decay became even denser.

“Let me show you what true... Silence is.”

Before Morse finished speaking, the space around him began to distort violently.

Countless ghastly white bone spike phantoms emerged from the void, fanning out behind him like a peacock's tail.

Each bone spike phantom locked onto a soldier of the Death Legion, emitting a chill that froze the soul.

“Ten Thousand Bones' Withered Silence.”

With his indifferent voice, the countless bone spike phantoms shot out like a swarm of commanded bees!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

The sound of the bone spikes piercing the air was sharp and piercing; they ignored physical distance.

As if traveling directly through space, they appeared instantly in front of every death soldier.

“Herl!” Lu Yin barked.

“As my Lord commands!”

The Death High Priest Herl bowed in response, and the ghostly green gem atop his bone staff suddenly erupted with a blinding light.

He began to chant ancient and obscure syllables; his voice was no longer cold, but instead carried a martyr-like fanaticism and sorrow.

“With my soul, I sacrifice to the River Styx! With my bones, I construct the End!”

“death god kingdom... Expand!”

As Herl's final syllable fell, gray-white ripples rapidly spread outward with him as the center.

Wherever the ripples passed—the squirming fleshy walls, the pulsating blood vessels, even the thick Abyssal Power in the air—

all instantly lost their color and turned a desolate gray-white.

The thousands of bone spike phantoms fired by Morse slowed down drastically the moment they touched this gray-white domain.

Their surface luster quickly dimmed, as if they had experienced the erosion of ten thousand years.

Immune! Immune! Immune!

...

A large number of bone spikes that should have been enough to insta-kill the Bronze Meidou Shi were all completely neutralized under the effect of the death god kingdom.

“Hmph! A deathbed struggle!”

A flicker of emotion passed through Morse's void-like eyes, but he remained indifferent.

The bone spear on his arm condensed once more, and this time, the decaying aura was even more concentrated.

Where the spear pointed, even the gray-white domain of the death god kingdom began to recede!

“Spear of Withered Decay · World Breaker!”

The bone spear thrust out, slow yet carrying an unstoppable momentum, aimed directly at Herl!

This strike contained far more rule-based power than before, vowing to pierce through this annoying domain and kill the caster in one go.

“Now!”

A sharp light exploded in Lu Yin's eyes.

Morse's choice to attack Herl had bought him this fleeting opportunity!

“Attribute Conversion! Strength!”

“Chaotic Dance of Time and Space!”

The moment his attributes were fully converted to Strength, Lu Yin's figure suddenly blurred.

It wasn't an afterimage from high-speed movement, but as if he existed simultaneously in countless fragments of time.

In the next instant, the space of the entire area was filled with crisscrossing silver cracks, like a shattered mirror!

These cracks were not static; centered on Morse,

slashes were launched simultaneously from different temporal levels: the past, the present, and the future!