The Slaughter

The Slaughter

Spatial Turbulence was absolutely dangerous.

Without a Physical Defense Overgod Artifact, only a Paragon High-God protected by Willpower could survive. Otherwise, even an exceptionally powerful Prefect-level expert would eventually die in the Spatial Turbulence.

Even Paragon High-Gods with Willpower found it extremely difficult to move through the Spatial Turbulence.

So, in theory, there were three ways to get from the Gobada Plane Prison to the Yulan Material Plane: have the Plane Overseer open the passage and release you; find a weak spot in space and force your way directly from the Plane Prison into the Yulan Continent; or shatter space and leave it to luck, hoping to reach the Yulan Continent before you died.

Although there were three ways in theory, countless years of experience had shown that no one chose the third unless they were utterly desperate.

Because no one who tried it had ever succeeded.

Bang!

Kolan's blade struck Nate.

"Ah!" Nate let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Pfft!

The blade cleaved straight through Nate's body.

His body seemed to lose control as it plunged downward, crashing heavily into the ground.

The breath of life had already left him.

That strike had been more than a physical attack; it had also carried a Soul Attack.

Kolan sneered. By now, he knew Nate was a High-God who had reached his level by refining a Highgod Divine Spark, and was weak even by High-God standards.

Becoming a god through independent cultivation and becoming one by refining a divine spark were two entirely different things.

Those who became gods independently comprehended the Mysteries themselves, gaining a deeper understanding of them and wielding them with greater power. Those who became gods by refining a divine spark were more like people watching another comprehend the Mysteries. They could understand what they saw, but their grasp of it was far shallower.

There was another obvious difference: their Divine Domain was weaker, and the quality of their divine power was inferior as well.

Nate's Highgod Power was not even as potent as Kolan's Fused Divine Power.

The deeper one drew from the Ocean of Divine Power, the purer the divine power became, and the greater its strength.

With Nate dead, his subordinates' morale and strength plummeted, and his forces collapsed like a landslide.

Though they still outnumbered Kolan's men, they fled for their lives, while Kolan's subordinates hunted down the fleeing gods.

Kolan looked around and saw the corpses of many gods, along with their Godsparks and artifacts, falling into the Spatial Turbulence.

He didn't care. He had no use for such things.

He dug out Nate's Highgod Divine Spark and took his Highgod Artifact, then made no further move.

If he had to handle everything himself, what would he need subordinates for?

Only after three days and nights of pursuit did Kolan order his men to return.

More than half of Kolan's hundred subordinates had fallen in the battle.

Those who survived, however, had all made a tidy haul. At the very least, each had gained one or two artifacts.

The Gobada Plane Prison was barren. A typical god here had only one artifact.

It wasn't that they didn't want more. Resources were so scarce that there was no way to equip every god with a full set of three artifacts.

Soul Defense Artifacts were precious, of course, but even Material Defense Artifacts were rare in the Plane Prison. Most artifacts were Attack Artifacts.

Some Low-Gods didn't even have artifacts.

Women were scarce in the Plane Prison, too. The ratio of men to women was outrageously skewed, and women were almost always claimed by the strong. Saints had practically no chance of having a woman.

Kolan led the forty or so Mid-Gods who remained straight to Nate's castle and seized everything in it.

"Master, Earth Castle rules over the surrounding thousand-mile radius and is the dominant power in this area. Now that it belongs to you, you can summon everyone to pay their respects," Akes said.

Kolan waved a hand. He had little ambition to build a great power.

The most important thing now was to raise his Life Law and Death Rules to the High-God level.

Only once both had reached that level would he be a true powerhouse in the Plane Prison—second only to the Five Great Kings!

For now, he had to keep a low profile.

Over the next few days, Kolan brought more than fifty Mid-Gods under his control, restoring the number of Mid-Gods in his forces to a hundred.

After that, Kolan didn't attack any other castles. Instead, he kept a low profile.

Even so, one or two of his Mid-Gods still died from time to time.

Life in the Plane Prison always revolved around slaughter and combat.

If you didn't go looking for trouble, trouble came looking for you.

If you didn't kill others, others would kill you!

Kolan didn't attack other powers, but they still came after him.

After all, in the eyes of other High-God factions, he was just a Mid-God—a soft target.

Countless people wanted to destroy his castle and take all his wealth.

At times, Kolan had no choice but to fight back.

One day, snow fell from the sky.

Two armies clashed in midair. Lightning flashed, gales howled, and the earth split apart. Thousands upon thousands of gods battled in a truly astonishing spectacle.

At the head of each army, two men faced off in the air.

"Kolan, tell me the secret that lets you use Life Divine Power and Death Divine Power at the same time, and I, Andy, will spare your life!" A red-haired middle-aged man glared coldly at Kolan.

"Spare my life? We'll see who ends up dead!" Kolan replied icily.

After he had used both powers several times, people had begun to take an interest in his ability to wield Life Divine Power and Death Divine Power at once.

"Fool! I'll cripple you, and then we'll see if you still refuse to talk!" The red-haired man gripped a crimson longsword that radiated a terrifying aura.

It was undoubtedly a Highgod Artifact.

The two immediately clashed.

Their attacks were powerful enough to tear Low-Gods apart.

A few breaths later, the two stopped.

The red-haired man suddenly plummeted from the sky.

As he fell, his body shattered, and a Highgod Divine Spark surrounded by a red glow drifted down.

Kolan waved a hand and collected the man's Godspark, artifact, and Space Ring.

Kolan's expression remained blank.

This was his twentieth fight against a High-God since entering the Plane Prison, and the twentieth High-God he had killed.

As his combat experience grew, Kolan had created a signature move of his own, making him considerably stronger than an ordinary High-God.

His body, as strong as a Midgod Artifact, made up for his shortcomings in attack power.

With Andy slain, his subordinates immediately collapsed in defeat.

Kolan's men began a frenzied pursuit.

His forces now included five High-Gods, ninety-five Mid-Gods, and more than a thousand Low-Gods.

Whenever Kolan killed a High-God, he gave that High-God Divine Spark to a subordinate who had distinguished himself in battle. This made his subordinates even more loyal.

Kolan paid no attention to the fighting below. He produced a Soul Gold Bead and absorbed it to replenish the spiritual energy he had expended.

Kolan certainly hadn't been idle in the Plane Prison.

The surrounding Saints had been all but wiped out, their souls collected and refined into Soul Gold Beads.

At the moment, Soul Gold Beads were the one thing Kolan had in abundance.

And as his power grew, he would capture even more Saints to refine into Soul Gold Beads.