88: Ten Thousand Sequence Sacrifice

Underground Mo City had transformed into a silent war fortress.

On the rock walls, lightning patterns flickered, absorbing the last trace of free energy from the earth veins.

The Thunder Wood Demon retracted its vines, and the World-Cleansing Lotus's radiance converged; all energy was forcibly concentrated, awaiting the final moment's explosion.

The air was filled with a nearly solidified sense of tragedy, like the dead calm before a storm.

Mo Yuan stood at the core of the formation, his face pale; forcibly extracting from the Nether Lightning Pool and shaping the Thunder Hell Bone Dragon had almost exhausted most of his mental energy and the last of the magic bottle’s Origin.

But he still stood ramrod straight, his dark golden pupils piercing through the thick rock layers, “staring” intently at the Nine Heavens above—the Heavenly Tribulation’s lightning punishment was reaching its final stage of condensation, destructive thunderclouds rolled like ink, and the scorching white light at its center was already too bright to look at directly, like the Heavenly Dao’s cold, singular eye, indifferently overlooking this “filthy” land about to be cleansed.

The first line of defense, the tens of thousands of Lightning-Avoiding Kitess that yearned to devour lightning, now let out fearful shrieks; they instinctively sensed that what was about to descend was not “food,” but… complete annihilation!

Their meager ability to devour yin lightning was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the Heavenly Dao’s divine lightning!

The second line of defense, the Thunder Hell Bone Dragon’s massive skeletal body, formed from world fragments and Nether Origin, was circling in the endless Void Realm outside the magic bottle’s crack, letting out a silent roar, its Dragon Soul fire burning wildly, ready to confront the might of Heaven.

But how long could it resist?

Ten percent?

Twenty percent?

Not enough!

Far from enough!

It must… further weaken the Heavenly Tribulation!

It must consume as much of its power as possible before the lightning punishment truly descends upon the earth!

Mo Yuan’s gaze finally fell upon the entrance to the smelting chamber.

There, five Self-Detonating Batss, tightly bound by specially made runic chains, were becoming more restless than ever.

They sensed their master’s resolute will, felt the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Punishment, and the unstable Pseudo Golden Core within them flickered wildly at an unprecedented frequency; destructive energy was almost about to burst out of their bodies!

They… were born for this!

But there were… too few of them!

Mo Yuan’s will instantly swept through the entire Mo Sect sequence.

“All… Vajra Battalion reserves…”

“All… those who failed demonic liquid reinforcement… with crippled limbs… and consciousness on the verge of collapse…”

“All… whose Lifespan is nearing its end… who voluntarily wish to give their last strength for the Mo Sect…”

A cold summons, through the Soul link, echoed in the minds of every sequence being that met the criteria.

There was no coercion, only a cold inquiry.

What responded was a brief dead silence, followed by… countless resolute, determined surges of intent, mixed with fear and unwillingness, yet ultimately transforming into absolute obedience!

For the Mo Sect!

For the Sect Leader!

For that ethereal glimmer of hope!

Or perhaps… to end this painful, exploited life!

From various corners of the underground, figures struggled to stand.

Some were reserves who hadn’t fully Awakened, their bodies semi-metalized and in excruciating pain;

Some were failed experiments who had lost limbs and were barely clinging to life;

Even more were the old soldiers of the Vajra Battalion who had experienced the overdrawing effects of the “Longevity Lightning Needles” and felt their Lifespan nearing its end… they silently, stumbled, yet with unwavering determination, walked towards the designated assembly area.

There was no light in their eyes, only a cold, martyr-like resolve.

The number… one hundred thousand!

“Fusion… begin.”

There were no grand declarations, no final goodbyes.

Only the most ruthless, most efficient transformation.

In the massive, temporarily opened Fusion ground, barrels of concentrated demonic liquid, black as ink and emanating violent energy, were poured into specially designed troughs.

These demonic liquids had not been tempered with spirit dew; they were full of the most primitive destructiveness and toxicity.

One hundred thousand figures, like travelers going to their deaths, silently and orderly stepped into the black, boiling demonic liquid.

Sizzle—!!!

The sickening sound of corrosion and muffled groans of extreme pain instantly erupted!

The demonic liquid coiled around their bodies like a living thing, frantically eroding and assimilating them!

Their bodies twisted, deformed, and swelled in the demonic liquid!

Skin tore, muscle fibers mutated, bones were forcibly reformed!

The pain was far beyond imagination, yet not a single person screamed; there were only the gnashing sounds of teeth breaking and the friction of bodies violently convulsing!

Their consciousness was scoured and erased by the violent energy in the demonic liquid, leaving only the purest… destruction command and absolute loyalty to Mo Yuan!

The process was extremely fast and extremely cruel.

When the last person was swallowed by the demonic liquid, on the Fusion ground, one hundred thousand disfigured, distorted figures stood, covered in black keratin, with bulging abdomens, emanating extremely unstable Golden Core fluctuations, and with only mad, destructive red light in their eyes—humanoid Self-Detonating Batss!

They were densely packed, filling the huge underground space, like a legion of destruction crawled out of the abyss, their collective destructive aura even slightly distorting the space!

The Self-Detonating Bats Legion! Assembled!

Mo Yuan looked at this destructive power, bought with one hundred thousand broken lives and despair, with no ripple of emotion in his eyes, only the most precise calculations.

“Target… Nine Heavens thunderclouds…”

“Command… maximum altitude… maximum speed… detonation!”

“Carry… corrosive demonic liquid…”

Between the claws of each Self-Detonating Bats, Worker Bees had forcibly injected specially made, highly concentrated corrosive demonic liquid that could pollute energy and slow the convergence of thunderclouds.

“Depart.”

Rumble, rumble, rumble… At the top of Underground Mo City, dozens of huge exits burst open!

The next moment!

One hundred thousand Self-Detonating Batss, like a breached black torrent of death, bravely surged skyward!

They burned their last life and Soul, transforming into streaks of mournful black light, ignoring the immense air resistance, even colliding and suffering losses, just to rush at the fastest speed… towards the source of destruction!

They Transmigrated through the Thunder Wood Demon forest, passed through the World-Cleansing Lotus’s halo, burst out of the surface, and, facing the Heavenly Might that made all things tremble, went Heaven-Defyingly upward!

On the ground, all survivors witnessed this unforgettable scene—an endless stream of black bat shadows, like moths to a flame, or like reverse arrows shot towards the sky, with a tragic, unyielding momentum, crashing into the thick, leaden, lightning-flashing tribulation clouds!

In the first wave, thousands of Self-Detonating Batss were the first to rush into the edge of the tribulation clouds!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

They had no skill, no hesitation; the moment they touched the cloud layer, they directly detonated the unstable Pseudo Golden Core within them and the corrosive demonic liquid they carried!

Clusters of destructive light orbs, mixed with black demonic flames, dark golden lightning fragments, and sickly green corrosive poisonous mist, exploded wildly at the edge of the tribulation clouds!

The tribulation clouds churned, and were indeed blasted open into brief blank spaces by this frenzied suicide attack, causing the lightning to momentarily falter!

The corrosive demonic liquid, moreover, clung to the cloud layer like maggots to bone, sizzling and slowing the generation of lightning!

However, Heavenly Might was merciless.

More lightning, like angry giant pythons, lunged out from the depths of the clouds, instantly vaporizing thousands of Self-Detonating Batss!

But the bat swarm behind them showed no fear, continuing their charge!

Suicide!

Explosion!

In the sky, an extremely fierce and tragic war of attrition was unfolding!

Countless black fireworks continuously bloomed and were annihilated within the ink-colored clouds!

Each explosion meant the complete end of a sequence life, but it also meant that the power of the tribulation clouds was weakened by a negligible fraction!

One hundred thousand Self-Detonating Batss! Following one after another! With the purest quantity and the most extreme sacrifice, they frantically assaulted the Heavenly Punishment!

Underground, Mo Yuan calculated coldly.

“Five percent…”

“Ten percent…”

“Fifteen percent…”

“Twenty percent…”

When the last Self-Detonating Bats bravely self-detonated in the deepest part of the tribulation clouds, dyeing a large area of thunderclouds an eerie dark green and temporarily “silencing” them—the sky suddenly cleared!

The originally thick, boundless, and despair-inducing tribulation clouds had visibly… thinned by nearly thirty percent!

Although still terrifying, and the destructive white light at its core still blazing, its oppressive power had clearly weakened!

One hundred thousand sequences, at their own cost, had literally used their lives… to fill in thirty percent of the Heavenly Tribulation’s power!

Tragic aesthetics?

No.

This was the coldest mathematics, the most extreme utilization of resources.

Mo Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze, his face devoid of joy or sorrow.

The first wave of weakening… complete.

Next… it was time for the second line of defense… the Thunder Hell Bone Dragon… to make its appearance.