The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The pupils trembled at dusk.

Lin Mo stretched his aching shoulders and glanced at Huang Hun.

He could guess what that old monster was thinking even with his eyes closed.

It's simply that they think if they can't win, they can run away.

"You've come all this way and you still want to leave? How naive." Lin Mo's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Lin Mo didn't bother with any nonsense and pointed forward with his right hand.

A faint blue light suddenly exploded from his fingertips.

Freeze your authority!

An absolute zero, strong enough to freeze the soul, instantly enveloped the ruins within a radius of several thousand meters.

The flames of war that were just raging were frozen in time.

Even the wind in mid-air turned into visible icicles at this moment, falling down in a rustling sound.

As dusk finally mustered all its strength to retreat a hundred meters, it felt as if it had lost all feeling in its lower body.

Looking down, he saw that his legs, along with the surrounding space, had been frozen into translucent ice sculptures.

"Break!" Dusk roared in a mournful voice.

He frantically squeezed out the last bit of primal power from his body, and the eerie green flames in his eyes flickered as if blown by a gale.

The black mist transformed into sharp blades, attempting to slice through the ice layers.

Just as he shattered a piece of solid ice on his thigh, the clouds above his head suddenly parted.

Instead of a thunderous roar, a bolt of purple lightning, thicker than a thigh, struck straight down from the heavens, hitting the top of Hunhuang's head with pinpoint accuracy.

Thunderous authority!

A purple net of lightning instantly swept across the entire body of Dusk.

His indestructible, immortal bones crackled and popped under the scorching heat of thunder and fire, with large chunks of bone flakes peeling off.

not enough.

Lin Mo stepped forward with his left foot.

Deep underground, magma surges back.

A dark red pillar of fire, as thick as a water vat, shot into the sky, completely engulfing the twilight that was being struck by lightning.

The Power of Flames!

The triple superposition of powers, along with the alternating bombardment of ice, fire, and lightning, directly transformed the area where Dusk was located into a miniature destructive storm.

"ah--!"

A mournful scream pierced the storm at dusk.

His remaining half of his face was contorted in agony, green flames flickering wildly in his eye sockets, and his voice cracked with utter terror: "I'm insane! I must be insane! Impossible! Absolutely impossible, why do you possess so much power!"

One person, one authority.

This is an ironclad law established by the will of Heaven.

Even the most ancient beings in the Netherworld must abide by this death line.

Touching multiple authorities will result in the direct annihilation of both body and soul in the conflict of laws.

But this guy in front of me possesses ice, lightning, fire, and even the space and power from before.

He is essentially a walking library of laws.

Various opposing forces were as compliant as toys in his hands.

Rules? This guy doesn't follow any rules.

He himself is the rule.

The desperate screams of dusk echoed across the empty battlefield.

Those king-level monsters who were hiding in the distance, preparing to strike or take advantage of the chaos to escape, were now frozen in place as if their blood had been drained.

"Escape! We must escape back to the passage!" A two-headed skeletal dragon, a hundred meters long, roared tremblingly, its voice filled with barely concealed panic.

"That's Lord Twilight! Even Lord Twilight couldn't withstand a single move from him, staying here would be suicide!" A spider-like monster with more than a dozen eyes retreated like a madman, not even realizing that its sharp limbs had severed its companion's body.

"The passage! Rush in! As long as we escape back to the Netherworld and sever the connection, we'll be safe!"

Everything is in complete chaos.

Dozens of king-level beings, who were high above in their respective territories and even ruled over millions of monsters, were now like lambs being driven by hungry wolves.

Dignity? Glory? How many lightning strikes can that stuff withstand?

In their struggle to find the fastest spot to escape back to the Netherworld Rift, the two enormous king-level monsters even began to fight each other on the spot.

Blood and severed limbs flew everywhere, all in an effort to squeeze through the crack in the door that represented life, just one second faster.

In the distance, on a relatively intact rooftop ruin.

The Weaver Queen leaned against a broken pillar, coldly watching the farce unfolding below.

His body, which had been severely injured, had not yet recovered, but his pale face showed no fear; instead, it wore a faint smile.

She stretched out her slender fingers and tidied her messy long hair by her ear.

He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a morbid fervor and a sense of relief: "Now you know why I've chosen a master, right?"

"A bunch of idiots."

"Don't say it's me." The Empress of Fate looked at the figure in mid-air surrounded by various colored lights of authority, and the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Faced with the master, even a powerful expert who has undergone three Nirvanas rebirths would have no choice but to admit defeat. Do you think you're safe just because you ran back to the Netherworld? You've provoked this monster, and sooner or later he will attack and overturn the entire Heavenly Dao of the Netherworld."

She knew all too well how wise her decision had been.

So what if you're a servant?

It depends on who the owner is.

On the other side, at the edge of the chaotic battlefield.

Kenshin gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain of his ribcage shattering.

Unlike those mindless king-level monsters who shout and scream, he suppressed his aura.

Everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Mo and Huang Hun.

good chance.

A ruthless glint flashed in Kenshin's eyes.

Where there is life, there is hope.

Once we return to the Primordial Heaven, we can discuss the rest later.

He suddenly activated the remaining essence within his body, transforming himself into an almost imperceptible cyan sword shadow, skimming along the ground and silently heading straight for the Netherworld Passage.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, fifty meters.

With the crack right in front of him, Kenshin even felt a surge of elation at surviving a calamity.

"Bang--!"

Kenshin was sent flying backward at ten times the speed he had come from.

He crashed headfirst into an invisible wall.

The immense recoil force directly drained more than half of his remaining life.

The already collapsed chest cavity was completely deformed, and the bones in the right hand were also shaken into countless pieces.

Kenshin slammed hard into the mud and rolled more than a dozen times before stopping.

Ignoring the blood he was coughing up, he looked up in horror at the entrance to the passage.

There was clearly nothing there, but his instincts were screaming warnings.

An unreasonable force of rules, at some unknown time, had completely sealed off the entire exit, like molten steel being poured.

The road is gone.

midair.

Lin Mo gripped Huang Hun's throat with one hand, while his right fist, burning with flames, slammed solidly into Huang Hun's abdomen.

"Pfft—!" Huang Hun's mouth gaped open, and black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out like a fountain.

That punch nearly broke his spine.

In just a few short exchanges, this three-time Nirvana Realm expert, who had been rampant in the Netherworld, was beaten down like a deflated balloon, no longer even having the strength to scream.