The territory of the Blood Prison Space had, during this silent stretch of time, quietly devoured nearly one-third of the Primordial Underworld along the veins of the Five Rivers.
With the replenishment of endless Slayer Qi and wandering souls, the number of Blood Ming Asura in the Blood Prison Space had grown exponentially.
Moreover, after fusing with more Underworld rules and the battle techniques of the Great Wilderness, their forms and strength had undergone another transformation.
They were no longer mere war puppets. They possessed an awareness of legion-wide cooperation, understood tactical coordination, and could even absorb the power of their enemies' fear and sins during battle to nourish themselves, becoming "Blood Prison Battle Spirits."
On the blood-colored earth, towering war fortresses stretched without end. Above the Blood River, enormous Soul Sha Battle Ships stood arrayed like a forest. A repressive and terrifying power had accumulated to its peak in this forgotten corner of the Underworld.
The time was gradually becoming ripe.
On this day, the Styx main body, who had been sitting cross-legged outside the Chaos Boundary Wall, slowly opened his eyes.
"It's time."
He let out a soft sigh, seemingly lamenting the calamity this Chaos was about to suffer, but when he acted, he did so without the slightest hesitation.
Based on his understanding of this Primordial Chaos over all these years, he pointed two fingers like a sword and lightly slashed the void before him.
There was no earth-shaking boom, no dazzling light, and it did not even attract the attention of Chaos, the lord of this Primordial Chaos.
A crack so fine that it was almost impossible to detect silently appeared on the Chaos Boundary Wall, following the Nascent Soul connection from before.
On the other side of the crack was not the Chaos Void that