Mr. Shadow's laughter echoed in the depths of Li Ye's consciousness, as if mocking the futility of 'nothing'.
As Li Ye's dreaded future, the form that 'nothing' displayed was extremely eerie and mysterious, cold and void.
Like a divine presence, a rule, a machine... but anything but human.
Only in the face of Li Ye did it emit fragmented and chaotic sounds, like countless voices intertwined and overlapping...
As Li Ye's Horror Demon, 'nothing' did not attack Li Ye. Perhaps 'it' wanted to prevent this outcome from happening.
Therefore, 'it' spared no effort to prevent the transaction between Li Ye and Mr. Shadow. Before Mr. Shadow could act, it killed the Nether River Will.
But as a Horror Demon, 'it' had only this one opportunity to intervene.
As long as Li Ye remained a Human Champion, continued fighting for humans, and confronted those calamities.
The chance for a transaction would always arise.
Of course, there was an avoidable choice. As Fear Demon Emperor described, giving up the responsibilities one bears, avoiding any danger, would naturally remove the possibility of a transaction.
Otherwise, even killing Li Ye would merely hasten Mr. Shadow's transaction.
Amidst the tangled voices, 'nothing's' silhouette gradually disappeared.
Those chains seemed to bind everything, dragging this eerie and mysterious existence back into the void.
'It' did not struggle, remaining indifferent.
Only those eyes, devoid of any emotion, or rather completely lacking in humanity.
Locked onto Li Ye....
In the next instant, everything returned to nothingness.
Meanwhile, the world suddenly awakened from its frozen state.
On the resurrected battlefield, three Netherworld Venerables who had sacrificed themselves looked at the Netherworld incredulously.
They had already sacrificed themselves, yet the Nether River Will did not respond to their plea for help?
"My master, why? This was our only chance!" The Centaur Supreme roared in defiance. He resented the indifference of the Nether River Will. Likewise, he could not comprehend why losing this opportunity meant the Nether River might never enter the physical world again.
Why?
And behind them, the Champions furrowed their brows slightly.
In a moment, they sensed the strange change in the world.
The Champion Cloak danced wildly on its own accord, and they instinctively employed their final measures. That is, attempting to ascend to the Supreme status!
But now, the sense of danger vanished entirely, as if something transpired, yet was erased by a certain power.
Though perplexed, the Champions hesitated not, pressing forward immediately.
The Centaur and all Netherworld Venerables roared in despair; already mortally wounded, they chose self-sacrifice, their bodies and souls shattering.
Unable to create any more obstacles.
And the only one with remaining combat strength was the Spear Throwing Supreme, stationed by the Netherworld's gate.
Observing the onslaught of Human Champions, the Spear Throwing Supreme fell silent, then erupted.
"You shall all return to the Nether River!"
He was the Nether River's last defense, poised to restore the Nether River's glory and fight to the end for it!
He roared, drew his gun, and... died.
His wish was fulfilled.
The Champions mercilessly kicked him.
No matter what Supreme one might be, facing such a multitude of Human Champions, facing so many human Legends, was impossible!
The Supreme's fall within the Void Realm and the Netherworld's destruction nearly coincided.
The First Champion's Big Hammer crashed upon the alabaster-like Netherworld Palace, evoking a mournful lament from the Netherworld. The pillars collapsed, the walls crumbled, the entire palace shattered into countless fragments.
The anchor point of the Nether River was destroyed.
Within the Void Realm, countless of the Dead wailed, vast waves spreading.
Like a star falling, the light from its explosion seemed to tear apart the shadow of the Disaster Fog.
It was a force more astonishing than the death of a Supreme.
And its bounty was richer.
Some Human Warriors had their Spiritual Talent awakened, some human strongmen experienced an increase in Spiritual Power Strength, and a few fortunate ones received blessings and benedictions...
In the physical world, the Nether River dissipated, and all of the Dead on the battlefield collapsed at this moment, breathless.
The battlefield was silent for a few seconds, then erupted with earth-shattering cheers!
"We won! We won!"
"Victory belongs to humanity! You see it, comrades, your sacrifices were not in vain!"
"Humanity will prevail!"
The Human Warriors cheered, wept, and unleashed their inner joy.
They had conquered the Nether River, defeated death!
And in the midst of the endless cheers, Li Ye fell into brief silence.
"Is that the outcome of completing all transactions? Mr. Shadow." Li Ye asked in the depths of his consciousness: "Will I become such an existence?"
Mr. Shadow did not respond; only silence ensued, as if tacit approval.
Without receiving an answer, Li Ye was not surprised. At least, humanity emerged victorious. Saved one transaction opportunity.
Moreover, the power displayed by 'nothing' was exceedingly terrifying. Li Ye could not gauge 'its' level, but certainly, it held no throne and was not a king.
Yet capable of mimicking myriad forms—Beastman, Time Worm, Time Dragon, unfamiliar eerie creatures, and the final... Headless Giant...
"Xingtian?"
Li Ye pondered, different from previous mimicry of different species, the last imitation directly mirrored a mythical existence.
This ability bore some resemblance to the Wanxiang Face Mask...
Other Wanxiang Path Spiritual Ability Users mimic extraordinary creatures of different species, while the Face Mask precisely mimics the individual.
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