Netherworld Retrograde

The Dead Dragon Supreme drags its shattered skeletal body, its decaying dragon wings stirring a desperate shadowed wind, yet its speed remains undiminished. The pitch-black bone powder leaves a long trail of death behind it.

At this point, they have no means left to defeat the Champions; they must initiate the final plan!

They are not Horror Demons; they are beings positioned by the Nether River Messenger, coordinates set with their bodies, at the right location, at the right time, summoned from the Void Realm as the Nether River Dead.

They are the inevitable Calamities, the fate this world must endure! How could they be erased so easily?

They have waited countless eras to finally seize this opportunity; how could they give up now?

They must let the Nether River engulf the world, lead countless legions, and face the end! They cannot fall here!

Humans, you damned bastards!

Malicious thoughts surge like a substantial curse flood, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Why can't they just sink into the Nether River like other lives to become part of their legion?

"Humans! Join us in returning to the Nether River!" roared the Supreme of the Netherworld, as his body instantly ignited, "My lord!"

The First Champion frowned, his face slightly changed.

The Champion Cloak danced wildly, yet the aura on his body suddenly surged!

Not only him, but the Second, Third... all the way up to the Seventh Champion, their aura was also frenzied!

Facing an indescribable terrifying threat, they simultaneously made the most daring decision.

But in the deepest throne of the Netherworld, a phantom appeared.

Its existence hovers between reality and illusion, like a silhouette sketched from the deepest waters of the Nether River.

The figure is not large, even appears somewhat slender and blurry, as if it might dissipate at any moment in the Netherworld's dim light.

It has no facial features, no specific appearance traits, only a dark outline profound enough to devour all light, sitting quietly on the throne symbolizing the supreme power of the Netherworld.

Yet at the instant of its appearance...

Time seemed to freeze!

In that moment, everything in the world was fixed.

It is the will of the Nether River, the embodiment of death. It is also the Netherworld's final defensive measure!

'Has destiny been altered? This time, the Nether River was supposed to rampage for three years. And after three years, break through the Disaster Fog, becoming a Forbidden Zone...' It whispered, unclear why destiny was changed. Why it was forced to employ this final measure.

But even though destiny has changed, it must act.

The Nether River Messengers have long since perished, and the Messengers within the Disaster Fog are the last ones left in this world.

This is also the Nether River's last opportunity, and it cannot give up here.

Even if the price is great, it must leave the Netherworld... even if only a single Nether River can be left behind, they can rise again.

However, within this static space, fragmented ripples begin to radiate.

Those are from the Human Champions, their cloaks seemingly breaking free from stasis.

At the same time, their aura becomes even more powerful!

'So, forced ascension to Supreme? Yes, you are the Peak Dominators after all, though it isn't yet the time, you are daring to take the risk.' It emitted a cold voice, 'In the destiny I witnessed, your figures did not appear. Why are you here? Are you the variable of fate?'

No one responded to it, only the increasingly powerful Spiritual Energy Fluctuations echoed in the stagnant world.

The First Champion's silhouette trembled slightly.

Then, his eyes shifted, glaring firmly at 'It'

In the next moment, seven streams of spiritual energy roared and surged!

This surprised the enigmatic presence located at the world's corner.

'A Champion attempts to ascend to Supreme... and not just one?'

Li Ye Lai was shocked looking at everything frozen before him, in his view, the Netherworld was shimmering with a ghostly light, time seemed to freeze.

Only Li Ye Lai, for unknown reasons, broke free from that restraint. He became the only human capable of moving in this space.

"What's going on? Time Suspension?" Li Ye Lai looked at the Doll beside him, Zhu Ye, and Dawn.

They had no reaction, seeming to be sealed within this space.

This made Li Ye Lai think of Mr. Shadow, recalling the first time he traded with Mr. Shadow, it was a similar situation.

"Is this a trick of the Nether River?" Li Ye Lai's heart sank: "But why am I unaffected? Is it Mr. Shadow?"

"Mr. Shadow, are you intending to give me time to think about our trade?" Li Ye Lai asked.

However, Mr. Shadow did not respond.

Strange, too strange.

But it leaves Li Ye Lai no time to ponder further, golden wings unfurl behind him, he activates the Shadow Army, flying towards the Netherworld at the fastest speed.

No matter the reason, the Netherworld evidently intends on staging one last rebellion.

And humans currently find it difficult to resist, even the Human Champions are similarly restrained.

Perhaps there's only one choice left...

Li Ye Lai reverses the Divine Demon Stele, and extreme malice descends!

...

In the depths of the Netherworld, it rises from the throne. All the abilities of the Dead consumed by the Nether River are in its grasp, it is invincible. The cost is that the Netherworld will inevitably shatter, entering a long period of weakness. Certain Dead must continue to exist to protect the last flame until the Netherworld surges again!

But those seven auras grow ever stronger, it must address these unstable factors in advance.

However, in the next moment.

It feels an extreme ominous presence, the already damaged Netherworld now teetering precariously, cracks spread rapidly.

What is this? The Nether River Will, for the first time, showed an expression of surprise.

Then, it saw the rapidly approaching figure, saw Li Ye Lai coming alone.

How could this be? It's one thing for a Peak Champion, but how can a mere Sixth Sense human defy the Nether River's dominion? Has the will of the Four Gods descended?

No!

The Nether River Will keenly feels unease, some aura spreads that it instinctively loathes, rejects, even competing with its divinity.

It's an existence more abhorrent to it than the Chaos Evil God!

As Li Ye Lai approaches, it can clearly feel causality in chaos, destiny being modified, calamity descending...

Disgust, loathing, rejection, hatred... The Nether River Will cannot understand where these instincts originate from.

Why it feels such emotions towards a mere Sixth Sense human.

But, it absolutely cannot let him approach, indeed... cannot let him die here.

This is the instinctive warning of the Nether River Will.

And Li Ye Lai similarly saw the existence deep within the Nether River.

With just a glance, Li Ye Lai feels his life rapidly slipping away. Its gaze seems to carry an Instant Death Effect.

"Is this..." Facing the embodiment of death, Li Ye Lai also feels a genuine rejection.

It's the lifeform's fear and loathing of death.

But the Champion Cloak dances behind him, reminding him he must eliminate it here!

His friends and companions, comrades and allies, are all here!

"Mr. Shadow!" Li Ye Lai suddenly feels a strong resistance preventing him from trading with Mr. Shadow.

And Mr. Shadow, mocking laughter echoes.

'Get away, filthy thing!' The Nether River Will roars in that instant.

Yet also in that instant.

The Nether River Will hears an eerie sound, the sound of chains clashing from afar drawing near.

It looks back in surprise, only to see a figure crossing the Blood Red Great Wall, traversing the battlefield, stepping into the Nether River, arriving at the Netherworld.

The figure surpasses the airborne Li Ye Lai, standing before it.

No fluctuation, as though its very existence was a mistake. Only the sound of chains wrapped tightly that clatter, heralding 'his' presence.

Is that a human? No, it's a fake Horror Demon!

It's a future feared by certain humans, fake, nonexistent!

But in that instant, the instinct of rejection transforms into tangible fear.

This is not something meant to exist in this world!

The Nether River Will erupts instantly. It uses the Nether River's power, the ability of the Dead. All the abilities of the Dead absorbed by the Nether River shall transform into its strength!

"waaaaaaa"

Powerful reality-warping ability, showing again!

It first employs the ability of the Beastman Leader!

Yet what replies it...

Is an even stronger reality-warping ability!

"waaaaaaa"

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