Scheming

Scheming

How many people lived in the Plane Prison?

Even the Five Great Kings of the Plane Prison probably didn't know.

No one knew how many High Gods there were in the Plane Prison, either.

At least, Akes, a Mid-God, didn't know.

Akes had been born in the Plane Prison. Both his parents were Low-Gods. He had cultivated for three million years, but when his enemies came after him, he couldn't even protect his parents. They were both killed.

Akes had hidden here to cultivate, hoping that one day he would become a High God and avenge his parents by killing his enemies.

Not everyone in the Plane Prison came from the Yulan Plane. Many had been born there.

Nor were humans the only people in the Plane Prison. There were also orcs, Elves, Dwarves, beastmen, and many other races. After all, the Yulan Continent had a long history, and many races had emerged over the ages.

Kolan frowned slightly.

In the Gobada Plane Prison, killing was a daily occurrence. Without strength, you would only become a stepping stone for someone else's success.

Even if he didn't provoke others, they would come looking for trouble. Even if he didn't kill, others would come to kill him.

In the Plane Prison, no reason was needed to kill.

It was the survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle.

In the Yulan Plane, he stood at the top, second only to Beirut. Even Hodan, the Plane Overseer, was no match for him.

But here, his strength was nothing special. There were plenty who were much stronger than him.

He estimated that he could only beat High Gods who had become gods by refining Divine Sparks. He probably couldn't defeat most High Gods who had become gods through independent cultivation.

As for those at the level of the Kings, they could kill him with ease.

"First, I need to build a castle and create an army of gods. Only by establishing a powerful force can I avoid being disturbed." Kolan's mind raced. "Next, I need to cultivate the Life Law and Death Rules to the High God level. Then, as long as I don't run into one of the Five Great Kings, I'll be able to protect myself in the Plane Prison, even if I can't win."

If he cultivated both the Life Law and the Death Rules to the High God level, then with Fused Divine Power and the combined might of two High God Divine Domains, his strength would be about equal to that of a Six-Star Fiend.

With that kind of strength, he could live quite comfortably in the Plane Prison.

"Of course, I also have to keep track of time!" A glint flashed in Kolan's eyes. Time was crucial. It determined whether he could leave the Yulan Plane.

He could only hope that he, this butterfly, wouldn't cause too great a change in the Yulan Continent. If Linley was never born, that would be disastrous. He had no idea when he would be able to return to the Yulan Continent.

With that thought, Kolan got to work. His Death God Clone took action, controlling the Mid-Gods nearby.

He didn't care for Low-Gods, and he couldn't be bothered to spare even a glance at Saint Realm experts.

Divine might was like a prison. Before reaching godhood, even countless Saint Realm experts were just ants.

Before long, Kolan had controlled a hundred Mid-Gods.

That was the most Mid-Gods he could control for now.

With those hundred Mid-Gods, Kolan already had a force of his own. They began building a castle in Ice Prison.

Then he had the Mid-Gods subdue Low-Gods and assemble an army of gods.

Kolan discovered something interesting: a large proportion of the gods in the Gobada Plane Prison had become gods by refining Divine Sparks. Roughly seven out of every ten gods had done so. Some had first cultivated independently to become Low-Gods, then obtained a Mid-God Divine Spark and refined it to become Mid-Gods.

However, the gods in the Plane Prison were all experienced fighters.

Perhaps that was because of the harsh environment of the Plane Prison.

Kolan had barely finished building his castle when trouble came knocking.

"Haha! A mere High God dares to build a castle? That's hilarious! Today, I, Nate, will flatten this castle. Attack!" A burly man laughed heartily. He led an army of more than ten thousand gods, including both Mid-Gods and Low-Gods.

The burly man made no effort to conceal his aura. Kolan and the others had spotted him long ago.

Kolan gathered the hundred Mid-Gods under his command.

They were outnumbered, but the killing intent radiating from those hundred Mid-Gods was no weaker than that of the enemy's army of more than ten thousand gods.

"Coordinated Soul Attack!" Kolan sent a message through divine sense, giving the order.

These Mid-Gods were under his control and couldn't disobey him, even if it meant death.

The hundred Mid-Gods raised their weapons in unison. Countless dense, phantom images flew out from them.

"Damn it! They won't surrender, and they dare to fight back? Kill them!" Nate immediately gave the order, but he was clearly a beat too slow. Some Low-Gods and Mid-Gods even retreated.

Some of them launched Soul Attacks too, but those were struck apart in midair. The other Soul Attacks surged straight toward the enemy.

The enemy soldiers tried to dodge the Soul Attacks, but they came from every direction and were too fast. There was no time to evade. They were struck.

"Bang!" "Bang!" One corpse after another fell from the sky like rain.

Just one wave of coordinated Soul Attacks had killed nearly a hundred of the enemy gods.

Even Mid-Gods had no chance of surviving such an attack.

"Coordinated Soul Attack!" Kolan gave the order again.

His people had a far greater advantage over the enemy in coordination and fearlessness.

Just three waves of coordinated Soul Attacks had killed several hundred enemies.

After the Soul Attacks came coordinated material attacks.

The two sides clashed.

Before long, all order broke down, and the battle became a chaotic melee.

Kolan went straight for the High God, Nate. He wanted to see how strong the man was.

"Hmph, a mere Mid-God dares to come looking for death? I'll grant your wish!" Nate unleashed his High God Divine Domain.

Against a Mid-God, the simplest method for a High God was to use his Divine Domain.

A High God's Divine Domain was far stronger than a Mid-God's and could suppress one with ease.

Kolan summoned two Mid-God Divine Domains to counter Nate's High God Divine Domain.

"This Divine Domain is even weaker than that of the High God on the fifteenth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods. Could Nate have become a god by refining a Divine Spark?" Kolan raised an eyebrow, wondering to himself.

His blade had already swung.

A strange fluctuation radiated from Nate, and Kolan felt an unusual force affecting him. It was as if his body had suddenly become ten thousand times heavier.

"Gravity Space!" Kolan realized at once.

The Gravity Space Mystery was also known as the Geomagnetic Force Mystery. It was one of the six Mysteries of the Laws of the Earth.

Clearly, Nate was a High God of the earth element!

Fused Divine Power surged through Kolan, greatly increasing his strength and allowing him to break free of the Gravity Space.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Every clash between them sent powerful shock waves through the area. It was perfectly normal for space to shatter.

After all, the Gobada Plane Prison and the Yulan Plane were two sides of the same coin. The Plane Prison was also a Material Plane, and its space wasn't sturdy. High Gods could shatter it with ease.

One careless step was all it took to fall into Spatial Turbulence.

Some gods were unlucky enough to be caught in the space shattered by the two fighters. They fell into Spatial Turbulence and disappeared.