185: They will die with my two men!

Lin Chuan's plan was naturally to 'catch the thief by first catching the king,' executing a direct decapitation strike to instantly subdue the Temple Nether King of this area.

Then, he would slowly process him.

Whether to kill him or control him was entirely up to Lin Chuan's whim.

In any case, Gray Snake still had one final quota left for a King-level soul seed.

However, when Lin Chuan arrived at the Nether God Temple, he found it completely empty.

Inside the temple, there was nothing; it was spotless.

"What the hell? What happened? Did he run?"

Lin Chuan asked, puzzled.

At the same time, he questioned Ming Shuo in his mind.

"Master, this subordinate speculates that he might have been recalled by the You Clan's Mid-level Temple Nether King to participate in another battle."

Ming Shuo replied.

"Is that so?" Lin Chuan muttered, then asked, "Speaking of which, has the Ming Clan ever conscripted you?"

"They have, but this subordinate has always been in deep sleep, pretending not to know.

Later on, it seems they just let the matter drop."

Lin Chuan: ... Is it really okay for you to slack off like that?

Although decapitation was impossible, Lin Chuan would not return empty-handed.

"The five of you, split up and investigate the King-level Nether Beasts in this area. If you find one, do not attack alone. Use the combined strength of all five to ensure an instant kill!"

"Understood!"

Following this, Lin Chuan released fifty ten-person squads, instructing them to freely hunt Nether Beasts.

Although the Temple Nether King of this area was absent, it did not stop Lin Chuan from slowly eroding the territory. By the time he returned, he would only be left with an empty shell.

Lin Chuan then concealed his form and had White Moon transport his Clone as deep into the Nether Realm as possible. He wanted to see if the force fighting the You Clan was truly the Yu Ming Army...

Inside a military camp, Xia Jing was leisurely wiping the long saber in his hand.

After days of continuous fierce fighting, he was somewhat fatigued and was using this method to restore his spirit and mental energy.

It seemed that Beast Tamers from the Xia Family all preferred possession-type summoned beasts, allowing them to personally enter the fray.

At this moment, the camp gate opened, and two people entered.

One of them had striking red hair and was none other than Venerable Xing, Xing Yan. The other wore a light yellow long robe, possessing a commanding Aura and subtly exuding nobility.

"Brother Xing, Dragon Roar, you've arrived."

Xia Jing did not stand up, greeting them casually.

"Damn it, if we hadn't come, were you planning to fight to the death here?"

Xing Yan casually poured a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp.

"The Xia Family has defended this place for centuries. It wouldn't be bad for this to be my burial ground."

Xia Jing laughed. Then he asked, "How are the other entrances doing?"

"The other entrances are fine, but those guys are just afraid of death and don't want to come over. They are probably already preparing to flee at any moment."

Xing Yan said furiously, his red hair seeming to dance like flames.

"What about Dragon Roar's side? The scale of the Nether Realm on your end shouldn't be weaker than mine here."

"There won't be any problems for now. We all belong to Xuanwu City, and we rise and fall together. Naturally, we cannot easily allow the Nether Realm to break through here."

Dragon Roar smiled faintly.

He continued, "Without further delay, we should first resolve the crisis here."

"It's not easy. Recently, the speed at which low-level Nether Spirits and Nether Beasts are generated has increased by more than a hundredfold compared to before. The nether mist is already rapidly approaching my main camp. Even if those Nether Kings weren't planning a major offensive before, they won't let this opportunity slip by now."

"In the past few days, the number of Nether Kings has increased from a dozen or so to over twenty."

Xia Jing said with a wry smile.

"Over twenty!"

Xing Yan and Dragon Roar gasped simultaneously, clearly shocked.

Over twenty Nether Kings would require nearly triple the number of King-level contracted beasts just to hold them back, and they would still need to be careful not to be killed.

The Yu Ming Army numbers in the millions, but there are only about twenty true King-rank Beast Tamers.

The number of King-level contracted beasts is less than forty.

The fact that they have held on until now without collapsing is almost entirely due to Xia Jing's sole support.

"Then what are we waiting for? I'm going to kill a few Nether Kings first! Don't let the Nether Realm occupy Xuanwu City before the Yao Beasts even arrive. Damn it, the Feng Family and Su Family are truly planning this. They are already trying their best to relocate the population so that when the beast tide arrives, they can completely open the Nether Realm entrance and let them fight among themselves!"

Xing Yan cursed.

A sharp glint flashed in Dragon Roar's eyes before being hidden. He stood up and said, "Since we are here, we certainly won't let this place be breached. No need for further discussion, I will go check the situation first."

After speaking, his figure instantly vanished.

Clearly, he had gone to the Nether Realm.

"Brother Xing. What do you think?"

Xia Jing stood up, sheathing his long saber.

"We don't have concrete evidence yet, but even if we did, there's nothing we could do to him. Given the current critical situation, we cannot afford internal strife. Going our separate ways is already a decent outcome. At least for now, his goal temporarily aligns with ours."

"Sigh, screw it. I'll go kill two Nether Kings first."

As he spoke, Xing Yan's body flashed with red light, and he instantly left the camp.

"Aligned? I hope that when the time comes, you won't stand against me."

A cold light flickered in Xia Jing's eyes...

Dragon Roar's figure streaked across the sky of the Nether Realm like a shooting star.

Such blatant movement instantly caught the attention of two Nether Kings.

They immediately pursued him.

"Human, your guts are certainly not small!"

A Nether King said with a sinister voice.

In his view, Dragon Roar's actions were no different from seeking death.

"Take me to meet your Temple Lord."

Dragon Roar said indifferently.

"What status do you have? Is our boss someone you can meet just because you want to?..."

"How troublesome!"

Before he finished speaking, three thousand-meter-long King-level Nine-star Dragons instantly appeared in front of Dragon Roar.

Wind Blade Storm!

Endless Thunder Prison!

Skyfire Meteor!

The continuous Dragon language skills tormented the two Nether Kings mercilessly.

"Roar!"...

The two Nether Kings also transformed into thousand-meter-tall giants, but they were still suppressed, though not yet to the point of death.

But if Dragon Roar wished it, he could definitely kill them.

At this moment, Dragon Roar waved his hand, and light and shadow flashed, opening a Secret Realm entrance. Clearly, he also possessed a Secret Realm ring or similar Dao tool.

Subsequently, a man in black walked out—it was the Black Dragon King.

"Yo, Dragon Roar, having fun?"

"Hurry up and do your business."

Dragon Roar did not want to pay attention to him.

"Alright, you take your time playing. But don't kill them yet. Wait until Our King's grand plan is settled; then you can kill as many as you like!"

After speaking, the Black Dragon King instantly teleported away.

Dragon Roar looked indifferently at the two Nether Kings below, saying nothing, but continued to let the three giant Dragons incessantly release skills...

The Nether God Temple in this area was noticeably larger than those in the Elementary area.

The Black Dragon King arrived in front of the temple and announced loudly, "Black Dragon, messenger of the Dragon Clan, requests an audience with the Lord of the Nether God Temple."

He could already sense an Aura much stronger than his own emanating from inside the temple.

"Come in. In the Nether Realm, we only distinguish between Nether Beasts and Nether Spirits, unlike your outside world where there are so many racial divisions. This truly makes this King envious!"

A powerful male voice filled with Aura came from inside the temple.

"What about the Clans, then? You, Ming, Ye, Mo, Zang, Ji, Yuan—in this humble one's opinion, the Nether Realm is also quite splendid and diverse. May I ask which Clan Your Excellency belongs to?"

As he spoke, the Black Dragon King stepped into the temple.

"This King is You Qi. It seems you understand the Nether Realm quite well."

"I wouldn't dare. It's just that, as an envoy, I have dealt with quite a few Temple Lords, so I inevitably hear some news."

The Black Dragon King said modestly.

"Tell me, what business do you have with this King? If this King is not satisfied, you won't be leaving. You can be buried alongside my two subordinates!"

You Qi said coldly.

Black Dragon King: ???