One year...
Two years...
Three years...
Chu Qing forgot time itself, standing atop the female Otherkin's head as he performed the Killing Path Secret Transmission: Mechanical Slaughter.
The Killing Path Secret Transmission went from simple to complex.
Then from complex back to simple.
It repeated like this, cycle after cycle.
The Underworld soldiers surging up grew ever stronger, but Chu Qing's killing efficiency grew ever higher.
Who knew how long had passed? His hair flew wildly as he slipped through the flaws in the Underworld soldiers' defenses and severed their heads.
His fists and feet swung, blasting the air apart. The resulting currents bored through the Underworld soldiers' defenses and effortlessly sliced off their heads.
With a puff of breath, he could pass through the tiniest flaws and pierce through their heads.
His killing efficiency had improved by who knew how many times compared to before.
Chu Qing forgot time. He forgot about walking the Mythological Path.
Right now, he had only one thought in his heart: slaughter.
The female Otherkin, on the other hand, was pinned beneath Chu Qing's feet and unable to move, yet she saw far more.
She watched corpse after corpse of Underworld soldiers collapse, but black matter always fell from them.
This black matter made Yin Mountain grow larger.
Three thousand meters... Five thousand meters... Ten thousand meters... Thirty thousand meters...
Yin Mountain rose without end.
A thought suddenly stirred in the female Otherkin's heart. "Could it be that Yin Mountain has to keep rising, then use it to break through this world and return to reality?"
At that moment, realization dawned on her.
What followed was terror that filled her heart.
What kind of joke was this?
How high would this mountain have to rise?
How long would they have to keep killing before