The Wrath of Wurnisen

"Boom!"

Luoyisius ahead, heading straight for the top floor of Moon Castle. A pale blue ripple emanated from his scimitar, and a terrifying shockwave instantly destroyed the walls of Moon Castle.

"Court death!"

As a voice filled with anger rang out, ten figures dressed in black robes swiftly rose into the air and gathered around Wurnisen.

"If you dare to act wildly on my turf, then be prepared to die!"

Wurnisen's eyes flashed with disdain, and a long staff emanating a dark aura appeared in his hand.

"Everyone, move!"

Luoyisius roared and charged directly at the black-robed castle lord, Wurnisen.

Upon hearing Luoyisius's command, the others dispersed and flew towards the ten Black-Clad Guards, releasing waves of various seven-colored Divine Power.

"Go to hell!"

The leader of the Black-Clad Guard immediately scanned the crowd, finally fixing his gaze on a seemingly "weak" figure in black robes with small eyes. In an instant, the long sword in his hand slashed down from the sky.

"Oh? So you're treating me like a weakling?"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Beirut's eyes, followed by a mocking expression.

Beirut naturally didn't care about the attacks; he had come to the assessment with a mindset of half traveling and half having fun.

"Bang!"

A metallic clang rang out, and the powerful blade seemed to be blocked by something incredibly hard. To the astonishment of the Black-Clad Guard, the black-robed figure in front of him simply extended two fingers and caught the blade.

"You! You! You!"

The Black-Clad Guard pointed at Beirut, his face filled with shock. Even the lord of the fortress couldn't withstand his blade with his bare hands without letting the Death Clone get closer.

"Looks like you've run out of tricks, so die!"

Beirut chuckled, clenched his left fist, and a surge of black energy covered his palm, instantly piercing through the head of the Black-Clad Guard.

"Too weak, too weak!"

Beirut stroked his beard, shook his head slightly, and then transformed into a blur to begin reaping the harvest.

"Roar!"

On the other side, Wurnisen's figure suddenly transformed into a gigantic black dragon a hundred meters long, spewing out breaths radiating dark energy.

"Second Sister!"

After a piercing scream, the black-robed woman was struck by dark energy and slowly fell to the ground, leaving behind only a stunned Luoyisius.

I want you dead!

Seeing his second sister die, a madness flashed in Luoyisius's eyes. The scimitar in his hand drew an eerie arc, and a blade more than a hundred meters long appeared.

"Whoosh!"

To the black dragon's astonishment, the cyan blade seemed to contain endless power, slicing his prized body in two.

"Hold head high!"

Wurnisen finally realized that the situation was getting out of his control, and the dragon's figure retreated rapidly, trying to escape the area.

"Escape? Dream on!"

Luoyisius's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and dozens of translucent blue ribbons flew out from multiple directions at speeds too fast for the naked eye to follow. The black dragon instantly felt a powerful binding force.

"You, you're going too far! Back off now, and we can let this go!"

Sensing the killing intent in Luoyisius's eyes, the black dragon hurriedly spoke a threat.

"Oh? You want to let this go? I don't want to let you go!"

Luoyisius snorted disdainfully and swung his scimitar more than a dozen times, instantly leaving numerous wounds on the black dragon's body.

"Ah!"

After letting out a shrill scream, the black dragon, its eyes filled with boundless rage, still managed to suppress its fury and speak:

"Let me go, and I can give you whatever you want: Inkstone, or even becoming Six-Star Demon!"

During their battle, other battlefields also came to an end. All the Black-Clad Guard belonging to Moon Castle were killed in action, and several Highgod surrounded and trapped the black dragon in the middle.

"You can't kill me! I'm Wurnisen!"

The black dragon's tone was tinged with panic as it quickly gave its name. It wasn't just a matter of losing face anymore; it was a matter of potentially losing a clone and its life.

"Wurnisen? What's that? Never heard of it!"

Luoyisius merely sneered at Wurnisen's words, completely ignoring them.

"You can't kill me! I'm Wurnisen, you'll regret it if you kill me!"

The black dragon Wurnisen continued to roar, but no one present truly paid attention to its threat.

"Give me your name! Why don't you say you're the Seven-Star Demon, or Lord Ren of the Bifu Continent, or perhaps a great Overgod!"

A silver glint flashed on Luoyisius's scimitar as he slashed down fiercely at the black dragon's head.

You can't kill me!

Even in his final moments, Wurnisen continued to roar, seemingly unable to believe he was dying like this.

Yemu Prefecture, a mountain range devoid of any life.

In the heart of the mountain range, withered weeds grew everywhere, a black lake exuded a chilling aura of death, and piles of white bones lay scattered about.

"Murmur~~"

Bubbles suddenly rose from the surface of the lake, as if something terrible was about to emerge.

"Boom!"

The vast lake surface seemed to have been casually torn open like a curtain, and a wide passage slowly emerged from the water. A gray-robed man with a gloomy face flew out, followed by hundreds of figures.

The leader, a man in a grey robe, had jet-black hair, but his most striking feature was his two eyebrows, which drooped all the way down to his chest.

"Damn it! How dare you destroy my Divine Clone!"

The muscles around the gray-robed man's eyes twitched incessantly, clearly indicating that he was on the verge of exploding in rage.

"It seems I, Wurnisen, have been in seclusion for too long. The people of Fiend Castle have forgotten me. It's time to let them feel the fear of death!"

After hurling his rant for a while, Wurnisen's expression calmed down. However, those who knew him well knew that Wurnisen was most terrifying in this state.

Metal Lifeform the Diyi City, only a few dozen figures remain; most perished in the battle at Moon Castle.

Beirut sat alone in his room, cultivating and sensing the profound fusion of the laws Mysteries Darkness Law.

After a long while, Beirut sighed softly and rubbed his temples, looking troubled.

"It still doesn't work. The fifth Mysteries fusion is too difficult. I don't know how you managed to do it, sir."

Beirut has been venturing into the Divine Plane for nearly a million years. The stronger he becomes, the more he senses how terrifying Lord Ren.

Back on the Yulan Continent, Beirut became Ren's subordinate. Although he knew that Lord Ren was very strong, he didn't have a concrete understanding of it. Later, after venturing into Hell and learning about the Fiend Castle, the Seven-Star Demon, and the Asura, he truly realized how terrifying Lord Ren was.

The legendary Paragon High-God was actually right beside him. Beirut remembered that back in the Forest of Darkness, Lord Ren told him that all the Mysteries could be merged to become an invincible Paragon.

At the time, Beirut was wondering if anyone could really do it. Little did he know that Lord Ren, whom he served, was one of them.