Versatile Mage: Get the Desert Emperor clone at the start

Chapter 445 The Four Dark Kings Descend, Hunting the Shadow King in Person!
"Your strength is indeed extraordinary, but you should know that this is the Dark Dimension, and I am not the only Dark King here!"

The moment the word "King" was written, the atmosphere of the entire Dark Royal City changed abruptly.

What was originally just a disturbance of light and darkness within the Night and Day King's domain now seemed to have affected the entire world.

Above the sky, the eternally churning dark purple mist was forcibly torn apart by three distinct yet equally vast and boundless pressures!

Three shadowy figures shrouded in immense energy emerged from the rift in the void.

Their appearance caused countless dark creatures in the city below to tremble and their souls to tremble under the superimposed imperial pressure.

The one on the left, whose figure is elusive and woven from countless flowing shadows, has no fixed form. Only two crimson points burn deep within the shadows. That is the Shadow King, the emperor of shadow magic.

The woman on the right is a woman wearing a gorgeous dark green palace dress, Consort Zhou.

Her face was eerily beautiful, but her eyes were like two bottomless swamps of poison. She exuded a sweet yet deadly fragrance, a manifestation of the ultimate poison law that could even corrode the soul.

The figure in the center is the most mysterious.

It was completely immersed in a deep, absolute darkness, with no outline visible. One could only sense that the darkness contained a terrifying power that was even more indescribable than the previous two.

Shadow King "looked" at the slightly disheveled Night King, his scarlet eyes carrying a hint of mockery: "Night King? What a rare sight. There is actually an opponent in this territory that you find troublesome?"

Its sound seemed to come from all directions, omnipresent.

The Cursed Consort parted her lips slightly, looked at Qian Jue, and said in a soft yet chilling voice: "The game of chess in the Dark Dimension has already been set up, and there is no place left for outsiders."

Faced with the encirclement of four Dark Emperors, Kindred stood still, while Lamb Spirit remained remarkably calm.

A sense of helplessness swept through him. He had crossed the dark trench and stepped onto the River Styx to arrive at this place. His initial intention was simply to see the sights and sounds of this dark dimension, but he did not expect to be met with one obstacle and hostility after another.

Since explanations are useless, then...

"Since they want to fight, what do I have to fear?"

At the very moment this thought arose, a pure and powerful death energy, from the distant Pacific battlefield, flowed into Kindred's body through the unseen soul link!

That was the primal power that the undead rulers of the Indian Ocean and the undead emperors of Bermuda fed back after they successfully killed the Queen of the Royal Veil and merged her power into their death world!
Kindred's already profound aura suddenly expanded and surged as if it had been freed from some kind of restraint!
The ground beneath his feet, paved with dark, eroded rock, silently turned to dust.

The "Kindred Mark," representing Kindred's absolute hunting rights, shone clearly in his mind once again.

Just then, Shadow King's mocking voice rang out again: "Strong stranger, perhaps you should consider..."

Before the words were even finished, Kindred moved.

He glanced indifferently in the direction of the Shadow King.

Without any incantation or warning, a swirling vortex mark composed of pure black and white appeared out of thin air in front of Shadow King!
It ignored the layers of shadow barriers set up by the Shadow King and directly imprinted itself on its body!

"Ugh!" Shadow King let out a muffled roar of shock and anger.

The moment the mark took shape, it felt a cold shackle binding it.

Even more terrifying, it clearly "senses" that a pair of indifferent, majestic, and all-seeing "death eyes" have firmly locked onto it, and no matter where it flees or hides, it cannot escape that destined final gaze. "You... what did you do to me?!" The Shadow King's voice lost its previous composure and was tinged with panic.

Qianjue finally turned her gaze to it. Sheep Spirit could not see its expression, but Wolf Spirit let out a low growl.

Kindred chuckled softly, her ethereal voice echoing across the deathly silent battlefield:

"Hunting you."

Follow your words!
"Arrogant!" Night King roared, once again drawing upon the power of light and darkness. The phantoms of day and night intertwined to form a chaotic domain, attempting to suppress Kindred's actions.

With a flick of her slender hand, countless dark green poisonous chains burst forth, like living, venomous pythons, coiling around Qianjue from all directions.

The emperor, hidden in the deepest darkness, did not directly take action, but the darkness that enveloped it writhed and expanded like a living thing, emitting strange fluctuations that disturbed the soul and eroded the will, forming an invisible mental cage.

Faced with the combined suppression of the four emperors, the wolf spirit beside Qianjue suddenly howled to the sky!
Its shadowy body instantly expanded, transforming into a dark curtain that devoured everything, actively facing the Night King's domain of light and darkness and the Cursed Consort's poisonous divine chains!

The curtain formed by the wolf spirit is not a simple energy defense; it is the embodiment of the concept of "death." Light and darkness alternate and annihilate within it, and deadly poisons lose their activity. When the hidden emperor's spiritual fluctuations collide with this curtain, they are like a mud ox entering the sea, swallowed and assimilated by the pure intent of ending!
Just as the wolf spirit was bearing the brunt of the pressure, the sheep spirit made a move.

It gracefully and swiftly raised the ancient longbow, and an arrow, shrouded in the aura of life and death, was already nocked on the string.

With a slight tremor of the bowstring, the arrow was released!

This arrow was extremely fast!

This arrow is aimed directly at the King of Film!
The Shadow King was terrified and frantically mobilized the shadow energy around him, creating layers upon layers of shadow barriers in front of him.

However, the black and white arrow seemed not to exist in this spacetime dimension, treating the barriers as nothing and passing right through them!

"puff--"

"puff--"

"puff--"

It wasn't the sound of flesh tearing apart, but three strange noises in succession!

The arrow did not completely pierce the Shadow King, but exploded the moment it touched its shadow essence, turning into countless fine black and white threads that entangled and eroded the foundation of its power!

The Shadow King let out a painful roar, and his entire shadow body trembled violently, becoming flickering as if it would collapse at any moment.

It was forced back and injured from the hidden shadow plane by the power of the law of death contained in this arrow!
It steadied itself, its two crimson lights fixed intently on Qianjue.

It was filled with shock, anger, resentment, and a hint of fear that it itself was unwilling to admit.

Its complexion, or rather, its "face" formed by shadow energy, became uglier than ever before.

Before he could react, Qianjue unleashed a pale mist that spread out in front of Yangling, heading towards the direction of the Shadow King.

The white mist gradually swallowed up the opponent's black shadow.

(End of this chapter)