Na'er: If You Are Willing to Submit, I Will Spare Your Life. How About It?
A moment later, a slender figure suddenly emerged from the crack.
His physique was similar to that of a human, but his two arms were shaped like curved, jet-black scythes, with a dark luster on the blades, as if they were ready to tear apart anything in their way.
His entire body was covered in dark gray carapace, like a layer of natural armor that fit his skin. With a slight tremor of a pair of thin membranous wings on his back, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
That was a sign of space travel, not pure speed.
The next instant, he was already above Na'er's head.
The overwhelming aura that pressed down was comparable to that of a human Quasi-God level powerhouse.
This is none other than the Scythe Emperor of the fifth layer of the Abyss, the one among the ten emperors of the Abyss known for his speed.
His arrival was like the Grim Reaper descending, causing the atmosphere on the entire battlefield to tense up.
Na'er reacted the instant she sensed the approaching danger. As the other half of the Silver Dragon King, her mastery of elemental power far surpassed that of ordinary Soul Master, especially her spatial perception.
Almost the instant the Scythe Emperor's figure disappeared, a layer of silvery-white spatial fluctuations rippled around her, and she vanished from her spot like a ripple in a gentle breeze, precisely avoiding the Scythe Emperor's attack that descended from the sky.
The Scythe Emperor's attack missed, and he paused slightly in mid-air. His dark eyes quickly locked onto the location where Na'er had reappeared.
Just as he was about to flap his wings and give chase, a long spear, like a streak of light, pierced through the air and precisely blocked his path.
Then, Guan Yue, the Vice Hall Master the War God Temple, suddenly appeared, grasped the Heaven-Transcending Divine Spear, and pointed the spear tip slightly upwards at the face of the Scythe Emperor.
His expression was calm, and he spoke in a neutral tone, "Your opponent is me."
Because the Blood God Legion's request for reinforcements was timely, the strongest warriors from various forces gathered at the Endless Mountains in the shortest possible time.
Federation Army, Spirit Pagoda, War God Temple, Tang Sect, various sects and aristocratic families...
Figures crisscrossed the battlefield, intercepting the tidal wave of attacks from the Abyss creatures.
Even though the Blood God Array had broken, it had temporarily stabilized the front line, firmly pinning the Abyss's advance to the outer edge of the mountain range.
Because of the Holy Spirit Cult's surprise attack, only seven of the nine Blood Gods remain, and at this moment, their expressions changed drastically.
The Blood God Array, which was struggling to hold on, suddenly trembled violently, as if something was tearing at the broken boundary from the other side of the crack.
An unprecedented sense of oppression was seeping out little by little from the cracks in the formation, like an iceberg slowly rising from the water, carrying a heavy feeling that made people uneasy from the depths of their souls.
Influenced by this aura, the auras of those Abyssal Emperor and Abyss Kings who had broken free from the seal surged simultaneously.
Their eyes gleamed with an almost excited light, as if they were waiting for the arrival of some being.
"Waste."
A deep, hoarse voice came from the depths of the crevice. The voice was not loud, but it seemed to permeate the entire battlefield and clearly reach the ears of everyone.
Suddenly, the entire Abyss Passage lit up, turning an indescribable pale white.
The seven Blood Gods simultaneously felt as if the Blood God Array had been frozen in that instant.
No matter how they mobilized their Soul Power, they could no longer control the operation of the formation.
The crack in the formation began to slowly widen, as if it had been torn open from the inside by a pair of invisible giant hands.
The energy emanating from the cracks had begun to exceed the comprehension of everyone present.
Many of those present were known as "Demigod" or "Quasi-God" on the Douluo Continent. Standing at the pinnacle of this continent, they believed they had reached the limits of their power.
But at this moment, when that aura seeping from the Abyss crevice truly reached their senses, they understood for the first time what God Level power meant.
That was something otherworldly, something irresistible, a pressure that even looking up at it seemed futile.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
Several Abyssal Emperor and Kings stepped aside and bowed their heads respectfully.
Their previous arrogance vanished completely, replaced by an almost pious solemnity.
Upon hearing this name, the hearts of all the humans sank.
The most powerful Holy Ruler of the Abyss Plane is actually going to descend in person?!
Just by sensing the aura emanating from the crack, everyone knew clearly that this was an existence they could not contend with.
That power had completely transcended the scope of the Soul Master system. Even the Quasi-God present could only feel a sense of instinctive awe.
Just then, that deep, hoarse voice came from the depths of the seal once more.
"If you are willing to submit, I can grant you the position of Abyss Enforcer, second only to the Emperor. What do you say?"
Although the statement did not name names, everyone present seemed to understand that the Abyssal Sage King's target for recruitment was Na'er.
The human camp has no shortage of Quasi-God level powerhouses, yet this Holy Lord chose a Soul Douluo as his recruit.
At first, everyone was surprised, but then they seemed to quickly understand the reason.
No matter how powerful other Quasi-God are, they cannot completely destroy a layer of Abyss from its very root.
Na'er is different. The Rainbow Dragon Spear in her hand, along with the power that combines the bloodlines of the Golden Dragon King and the Silver Dragon King Bloodline, has already demonstrated the ability to directly destroy the Abyss level.
Making her the enforcer of the Abyss is indeed the most suitable thing to do.
Na'er merely snorted coldly in response to the Abyssal Sage King's offer to recruit her.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a resounding arrogance, as if she were facing not a supreme being from the Abyss Plane, but merely an arrogant fool spouting nonsense before her. "If you are willing to submit, I will spare your life, how about it?"
Who is Na'er? She is the other half of the Silver Dragon King.
And who is the Silver Dragon King? He is half of the Dragon God!
Even in the Divine Realm, where countless powerful beings exist, the Dragon God can be considered an invincible existence!
How Na'er he submit to a holy ruler of an Abyss Plane?
Although Na'er's cultivation level was far inferior to the other party's at the moment, the pride flowing in her blood made her despise this recruitment from the bottom of her heart. It was an insult to her!
She stood on the battlefield, her silver-white Battle Armor gleaming coldly in the pale Abyss light. The Rainbow Dragon Spear in her hand was slightly raised, its tip pointing directly at the widening crack, her posture showing no sign of retreat.
In the eyes of others, Na'er became an absolute "loyal subject" of the mainland.
Even when faced with such a powerful Abyssal Sage King, he not only resolutely refused, but also dared to openly mock him.
This courage and integrity have inspired many.
The rejected Abyssal Sage King was furious. He was the undisputed Abyss Plane, ruling over countless Abyss creatures for countless years. No one had ever dared to speak to him in such a tone.
When that deep voice came again, it carried an undisguised chill. "Arrogant and overconfident!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the sky seemed to suddenly distort.
The distortion wasn't a visible deformation, but rather a sense of dislocation that surged from the depths of perception, as if the entire world had shifted in some incomprehensible way in that instant.
The white clouds in the sky did not disperse; instead, they disintegrated, as if crushed into the finest particles by an invisible force.
Everyone felt an unbearable difficulty breathing, as if they were not standing on a battlefield, but fighting against the entire world.
The overwhelming sense of oppression caused some low-level Soul Master to kneel down, their strength almost completely drained away.
The cracks in the Blood God Array were suddenly widened, becoming more than twice as large as before.
The seven Blood Gods who were maintaining the formation were simultaneously struck by the backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Their bodies swayed violently in the shockwave of the formation, but they still gritted their teeth and maintained the formation.
But the crack continued to widen irreversibly, and finally the sealed place shattered with a deafening roar, and a large, pure white hand reached out from the crack.
That hand was completely different from a human hand. It had seven fingers, long and slender, and its entire body was like a piece of white jade, without any veins or lines.
It slowly emerged, its seven fingers slightly spread, as if reaching out from the depths of the Abyss towards this world.