Now, the Blood Demon Race did not lack a mere victory. If the Blood Demon Race still regarded the Earth as an opponent that they could crush and trample on, then the Blood Demon Ancestor felt that this was no longer a matter of pride, but a matter of intelligence.
He might have felt ashamed when he lost the first match and felt that Gollon's death was not worth it, but after losing two matches in a row … the Blood Demon Ancestor relaxed his mentality.
He would go all out and destroy the Earth. There was nothing to be ashamed of or lose!
"Ancestor." A slightly hoarse voice sounded in the Blood Demon Ancestor's ears. "Leave this match to me."
Killing God Night Soul!
This was indeed a name that could make the Blood Demon Ancestor feel at ease, even more so than Gollon and Carloze!
"Don't give your opponent any chance," the Blood Demon Ancestor said coldly. "Don't underestimate the strange abilities of the Earthlings."
"Don't worry."
"Napier! Napier! "
"Clown! The magical clown! "
At this moment, the tornado-like cheers around the spectator stands finally arrived.
All of this was too unexpected and too pleasantly surprised. They were so surprised that they could not believe it.
Who would have imagined that the Earth would have such a dreamy start before the battle? Even the Earthlings probably did not expect this.
"As expected, these strange things are the most untouchable in the divine territory."
"Clowns, women, lolis, as long as they dare to jump out, they are the most terrifying …" The Sirius youth still had lingering fears.
"Is the Earth going to win?"
"Didn't you see? Wang Zhong and the Netherworld King Mu Zi from the Celestial Honors Class have not appeared yet. Furthermore, the remaining people are all strange. I think there might be a chance of winning! "
"I — I — I'm going to be rich?!" A guy who was holding a gambling ticket said with a trembling voice. He had bought this ticket by mistake after drinking too much. At that time, he was so angry that he almost tore it apart, but now, he held it tightly in his hand.
"The Earth … is a little scary."
"Putting Wang Zhong and Mu Zi aside, the two newcomers are also able to fight above their realm! Furthermore, the Earth has affinity with three types of laws and is extremely talented. The Star Alliance is going to change! "
"It's hard to say who will win this battle."
"Now that Earth has the initiative of two victories, we can completely let go of the strongest opponents like the Blood Demon Ancestor!"
"There's no need to doubt the strength of Wang Zhong and Mu Zi. As long as one or two of the remaining people have abilities similar to Aioros or this clown, through tactics, they might really be able to …"
The stands finally returned to normal. Buzzing sounds rang out as everyone began to have strange thoughts in their hearts.
Would Earth win?
A few days ago, this was simply something that only an idiot would believe. But now, there seemed to be a trace of possibility.
There should have been no suspense in this battle, but an unpredictable part had appeared. This made many people excited. Although there were many people who participated in the bet in the Land, other than those who staked everything on one throw like the Earth and some professional gamblers, most people gambled on a small scale to entertain themselves. It would be good if they could win, but it wouldn't matter if they lost. On the contrary, they would be able to witness the birth of a miracle with their own eyes. This obviously made them even more excited.
Carloze's corpse was carried off by his younger brother, Long Carloze. He looked extremely tyrannical and had a murderous look on his face. This was a stark contrast to the clown who was smiling cheekily in the stands. However, no one cared about Long's thoughts and expression. Everyone's attention was attracted by the third person from the Blood Demon Race.
Killing God, Night Soul!
The resting passageway of the Blood Demon Race slowly opened, and a stooped figure appeared at the entrance of the passageway. That pair of turbid and dull eyes made one feel that a fatal danger was hidden within.
"Kill the Earthling!"
"Lord Night Soul, please kill the Earthling in the cruelest way possible!"
"What a great humiliation! What a great humiliation! "
"Gollon and Carloze don't deserve their reputation. They are the shame of the Blood Demon Race!"
"Lord Night Soul is invincible. He will definitely teach those dirty and despicable Earthlings a lesson!"
The stands of the Blood Demon Race, which had been silent for a long time, finally erupted when Night Soul entered the arena.
They thought that they could easily crush the weaklings, but they had actually killed two of their generals! The existences in the main seats could still see how terrifying the Earthlings were. However, the ordinary Blood Demons and their supporters in the stands could not see this clearly. They felt that they had lost inexplicably! How could a Gold Core that was close to the king-level be killed so easily by a few Solid Cores?
What a great humiliation! This was definitely a great humiliation that would be recorded in the history of the Blood Demon Race!
They could not accept that the experts of their race had been defeated so easily. Furthermore, they had been defeated by two Solid Cores from a mere level-6 civilization!
Not only did the Blood Demon Race feel this way, but even the other spectators also had an indescribable feeling at this moment.
To be honest, people who said that someone was very powerful just a second ago, but as soon as that person lost, they immediately belittled that person and said that he was worthless had always been shameful. The spectators around the spectator stands were all from level-5 civilizations and felt that they were superior to others. They would not have such bumpkin thoughts, but at that moment, they could not help but think this way.
It was no wonder that everyone felt that Gollon and Carloze were weak. They had actually lost two rounds in a row against two Solid Cores. This … What else could they think?
"I didn't expect that Gollon and Carloze …"
"I don't really understand. Aiolos and the clown must be very strong, but I have to say that Gollon and Carloze are indeed not up to standard. No matter what, they shouldn't have lost to Solid Cores."
"Although these two are very famous, they have only risen to power for a short period of time. Gollon only became famous after he charged through the sky and the Tide a few decades ago. Furthermore, he was seriously injured while charging through the Tide. I think that his strength has probably not recovered to its peak yet."
"Night Soul's reputation is far above that of Gollon and Carloze. He has dominated the Land for an entire era. If he makes a move, this battle will definitely be settled."
"That's right. It's impossible for every Earthling to be so strong. In the end, they are just a bunch of Solid Cores. When Night Soul stabilizes this battle and takes the initiative, the Blood Demon Race will still be able to deal with him calmly. "
"Who will the Earth send? Will Wang Zhong or the Netherworld King Mu Zi fight against Night Soul? "
"They might let them go first. After all, they are the top three experts in the Blood Demon Race!"
There was a constant buzzing sound in the surroundings, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the entrance of the passage to the Earth …
In the lounge, Wang Zhong's gaze was deep.
The various speculations and ideas he had before the start of the battle were, in fact, taking a huge risk. After all, Wang Zhong didn't really understand the strength of the brothers around him because he had been with them for a long time. He had purely relied on his discovery of the secrets of the Earthlings and the information he had obtained from them to speculate on everyone's cultivation progress and strength.
In his prediction, the Earth had the ability to fight against the Blood Demon Race, but everything was based on the fact that his guess was correct. Until the start of the battle, Wang Zhong wasn't sure how accurate his prediction was. It wasn't until now that Aiolos and even Napier had confirmed his guess that his heart was completely at ease.
The Earth had won a fantastic start, but the real battle was about to begin!
"Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong!" Julienne's tone was much more 'intelligent' than before, and she was no longer as arrogant. Her understanding of these so-called 'natives' came from Vladimir's memories. Naturally, Julienne didn't take the weak Earth seriously. But now, the strength of the Earth had obviously exceeded her expectations. Out of fear and respect, her tone was naturally much more humble. "Let's let this battle go. This Night Soul seems very strong … "
Let this battle go? It wasn't that Wang Zhong hadn't thought about it. After all, Night Soul was one of the top three experts in the Blood Demon Race, and it was very likely that he was the number one expert after the Blood Demon Ancestor. It wasn't a bad idea to let Grai admit defeat directly and preserve the main combat power of the Earth.
If they defeated Night Soul, the price would be that the Earth would lose the initiative. Who would fight the next battle? After all, there were only a few people on the Earth who could fight. Among the remaining people, only Wang Zhong, Mu Zi, and Vladimir had enough power to fight. Although Grai was also a Solid Core, he hadn't comprehended the essence of his soul and didn't have his own techniques. Such a Solid Core was completely unqualified to fight against the Blood Demon Race.
As for Mo Wen, Mo Xingchen, and Julienne, it was even more difficult. The three of them were only Void Cores. Mo Wen and Mo Xingchen's strength came from the forces they controlled, while Julienne was just here to make up the numbers.
Under such circumstances, Wang Zhong, Mu Zi, and Vladimir couldn't lose this battle. If they let Night Soul go, who would fight the next battle? If they faced other Gold Cores, Vladimir or Mu Zi would have a fighting chance, but if the Blood Demon Ancestor fought against them, the Earth would almost lose all chances of winning.
It couldn't be helped. Even if everything went smoothly, the Earth was still struggling. Every step was a gamble, and there were too few people who could fight.
Wang Zhong pondered for a while, but before he could speak, he heard Mo Wen, who was beside him, say faintly, "I will fight this battle."
"Yes, yes, yes! I also think that we should let this battle go first! " Julienne nodded repeatedly. A Void Core volunteered to fight against the second strongest expert of the Blood Demon Race. It was obvious that he was planning to give up.
This monk was a good person! Julienne instantly changed her attitude toward the monk. No matter how she looked at him, she found him pleasing to the eye. She was afraid that Wang Zhong would send Vladimir. Although she was very confident in her 'Vla', wouldn't it be better to let Vladimir take on an ordinary Gold Core? Why would he risk his life?
Wang Zhong looked at Mo Wen and was a little surprised.
Mo Wen's aura gave off an illusory feeling, as if he was a rootless duckweed. This was the standard of the Void Core Realm. Letting a Void Core face Night Soul … Mo Wen might not even have the chance to shout out his surrender before he would be locked on by the other party's aura and killed!
Wang Zhong didn't intend to let any of his brothers die. In comparison, Grai was much more confident. After all, he had been by the Netherworld King's side for many years. He didn't dare to say anything else, but he was very used to the pressure of a Gold Core expert. Furthermore, his true form was very interesting. He was invincible when he condensed the Blood Escape, and his ability to protect his life could be said to be the best among the Earthlings! Even Wang Zhong and Mu Zi might not be as good as him, let alone Mo Wen.
Seeing Wang Zhong hesitate, Mo Wen laughed first. "Wang Zhong, how much do you know about the Earth's past?"
"… I can make some guesses, but I don't know much." Wang Zhong was somewhat surprised when Mo Wen suddenly mentioned the Earth's past. Regardless of whether it was Aiolos, Napier, Vladimir, or even Wang Zhong and Mu Zi, everyone could see the hidden secrets of the natural endowments and potential of the Earthlings because their cultivation realm had reached the threshold of the Gold Core Realm. However, Mo Wen was merely a Void Core … Furthermore, Mo Wen mentioned the Earth's past and not the secrets of the natural endowments of the Earthlings.
"Where did you learn about this?" Mo Wen asked again.
Wang Zhong knew that he must be referring to something, so he said seriously, "I guessed from my understanding of the talents of the Earthlings. The Netherworld King gave me some hints, as well as some strange stories from a memory world."
Now, Wang Zhong understood the talents of the Earthlings very well, but when it came to the origins of the Earthlings, he really didn't know much. Most of what he knew were speculations, and most of them were speculations about his own life, not about the entire Earth.
"The Mirror World is a projection of the reality of the Fifth Dimension. There is a place there that might have similarities with the memory world you mentioned, but it is definitely more complete. There, you can see the ancient Battle of the Gods on Earth and see the true origins of the Earthlings … "Mo Wen's voice was steady and powerful, full of magnetism, and extremely pleasing to the ear. Even a picky person like Julienne felt that his voice was extremely pleasant to listen to.
What???
Not only Wang Zhong, but even the expressions of everyone beside him couldn't help but turn serious.
Everyone had been in the Star Alliance for a long time and knew everything they needed to know. Thus, the more they understood the secrets of the talents of the Earthlings, the more curious they were about the origins of the Earth. This was because in the history of the Star Alliance, there had never been a civilization with such terrifying talents as the Earthlings. The origins of the Earth were definitely extraordinary. If they could understand the true origins, not only would they be able to resolve the doubts in their hearts, but it would also be of great help to everyone in their search for the future.
However, Mo Wen did not continue to talk about it in depth. After all, the history that he had seen was too long and could not be explained in a few words. In fact, many things could not be described with words. He had obtained everything from the Mirror World. Once the Earth survived this calamity today, with the relationship between Wang Zhong and the Machinery Race, everyone would naturally have the opportunity to witness and experience it with their own eyes. That would be much more accurate than describing it with words.
"The Blood Demon Race and many people in the Mirror World have enmity. Originally, I wanted to deal with the main culprit, but now that I've seen you, I've changed my mind." Mo Wen simply smiled and put his palms together. "You are the destined leader of the Earthlings. I will leave him to you. I believe that this is what you want as well."
Everyone was shocked. The main culprit was naturally the Blood Demon Ancestor. The people in the Mirror World were exiles, and there was no lack of a large number of masters among them. To be able to banish these masters to the Mirror World, especially those Gold Core level criminals, it was not something that could be determined by some small troubles and minor crimes. There was definitely a high-leveled civilization behind them. The Blood Demon Race had always been tyrannical in the Star Alliance, and they were extremely belligerent and stirred up trouble everywhere. The number of experts that they had personally sent to the Mirror World was not a small number. As the leader of the Mirror World Resistance Army, it was reasonable for Mo Wen to have enmity with the Blood Demon Race.
However, he actually had the idea of fighting with the Blood Demon Ancestor? Furthermore, from his tone, he actually had the confidence to win the battle? Even Wang Zhong was unable to imagine exactly how Mo Wen had such confidence with his Void Core body! Had everyone misjudged him? One had to know that even the combination of Mu Zi and the Netherworld King after special training did not have the confidence to face the Blood Demon Ancestor! The Blood Demon Ancestor was a true king-leveled expert. Although there was only a slight difference between him and Gollon, who was close to a king-leveled expert, the strength that they displayed in actual combat was definitely worlds apart!
"I am not a Void Core, nor am I a Solid Core. Of course, I am not a Gold Core as you guys call me." As Mo Wen spoke, his figure had already turned illusory in the room. He did not teleport, nor did he use any inhuman speed. It gave people the feeling that he was really gradually disappearing from the room, leaving only a smile. "The Buddha helps those who are fated. I think that Night Soul is also a fated person."
… …
A pair of bare feet silently walked out of the passage. Many people only felt as if someone had come out from the passage. Then, they saw a bald monk standing in the arena, facing Night Soul from afar with a calm and serene expression on his face.
An even more turbulent uproar erupted from the noisy scene. It was obvious that no one cared about how exactly this Earthling had walked out. Perhaps they had been slightly distracted just now. This was only a Void Core. Even the weakest person would be able to easily smell the aura of nothingness from his body.
"The Earthling has come out. It's that Void Core!"
"As expected, they still have to let this battle go."
"Cunning Earthling! Let your Wang guy go up, or your Netherworld King! Coward! "
"Lord Night Soul, don't let him die too quickly! Cut him into a thousand pieces and dismember his soul! "
He was just a Void Core. Winning or losing was not the main point. The main point was how to kill him!
The spectator stands of the Blood Demon Race were instantly filled with cheers. After being oppressed for two full rounds, the Earth's strange cards had finally been played. Although Lord Night Soul seemed to be at a disadvantage because of his opponent's tactics, this was not a big deal. The Blood Demon Race did not lack experts. The most important thing was their momentum! The Blood Demon Race urgently needed a hearty victory or even a massacre to calm everyone's agitated and sullen mood. It did not matter who they killed!
Countless members of the Blood Demon Race were restless, but a trace of seriousness appeared on Night Soul's face at this moment. Only when he faced this Void Core directly could he discover that this guy was not ordinary.
His Gold Core aura had covered the entire arena from the beginning to the end. The arena seemed calm and peaceful, but in fact, the accumulated coercion was condensed. From the moment this Void Core appeared, he was already under the coercion of Night Soul's coercion. Under normal circumstances, a Void Core who came out to fight would directly kneel on the ground in the face of such coercion and allow Night Soul to trample on them. They would not even be able to open their mouths to surrender. However, not only did the bald monk walk out easily, but he also had a normal expression on his face. It was as if he was not suppressed by Night Soul's coercion at all. In particular, his elegant movements seemed to shrink the earth into inches in just a few steps. Accompanied by the laws of the Great Dao, Night Soul actually felt as if he was floating in the sky and was an otherworldly expert!
He was not a Void Core!
Night Soul's pupils slightly narrowed.
After all, he was a top expert who had dominated the Land for two eras and was very knowledgeable. He thought of a rather terrifying idea and even thought of some terrifying people he had met before. These people surpassed all civilizations in the Land and were the true masters of this world!
Boom!
A Gold Core aura suddenly erupted from his body, and his spiritual power increased. As a dignified Gold Core and one of the top three experts in the Blood Demon Race, Night Soul actually felt an instinctive sense of fear when he faced this "Void Core" in everyone's eyes. He definitely could not let this monk attack!
The explosive power of a Gold Core expert was terrifying and fast. However, before his spiritual power could explode to the extreme, a faint laughter had already sounded in the arena.
"Buddha will help those who are fated. Repent and be saved. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"
Boom!
The faint voice spread, and the spectators couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous. Lay down the butcher's knife? Was this guy a fraud?
However, Night Soul, who had just gathered his strength, suddenly trembled, and his entire body froze as if he had been fixed in place.
The faint voice sounded as soft as a mosquito's whisper, but it was like a thin needle that pierced through all of his psychological defenses. It was like a huge bell that suddenly rang in his heart! It shocked him, made him feel weak, and even made him feel fear!
At this moment, heaven and earth dimmed in Night Soul's eyes, becoming lusterless and pitch-black. Closely after, the faces of the people he had killed before appeared in this dark world. It seemed as if there was no end to them!
Illusion?
Not entirely. Night Soul was very clear that although everything in front of him was an illusion, it was not an illusion. This was because the essence was different. The scene was an illusion, but the souls of the deceased were real. They were not driven by the power of illusion. This could be seen from the eyes of the souls of the deceased. Their gazes were not dull and monotonous. Instead, they had their own souls. Night Soul could almost remember each and every one of them through their eyes, as well as the moment when he killed them. This was definitely not a realm that could be achieved by illusion. In other words, if an illusion could reach such a level, it would no longer be an illusion but reality! Just like the Fifth Dimension, it was not a purely material world. Instead, it was a spiritual and spiritual world. Existence was reasonable, and existence was reality!
This was a kind of domain, a world of laws.
This Earthling was definitely not an ordinary Void Core. He was more like the legendary … celestial beings! Night Soul did not know how the other party did this. He did not know much about the power of the mysterious celestial beings. However, Night Soul's expression became fierce in an instant. He could feel the deep resentment of the souls of the deceased around him. They crawled towards him in a frenzy, wanting to tear his flesh and soul apart. In order to break this Earthling's technique, he had to at least solve the crisis around him.
In the face of these dead souls, he was fearless. When they were alive, they were killed by him. What could they do after death?
"Get lost!" With a loud roar, he easily dispersed the dead souls that were crawling toward him from all directions. The spiritual power of a Jindan Stage powerhouse was dispersed, and tens of thousands of dead souls around him were directly shaken and dissipated into nothingness.
However, there were only tens of thousands of souls. Immediately, more souls of the deceased filled the gap. One hundred thousand, one million, ten million!
"I, Night Soul! The Killing God is invincible! All of you were killed by me when you were alive. What's the harm in killing you again! "
"Kill!"
The surrounding souls of the deceased were endless, and they began to grow stronger! In the beginning, they were just ordinary souls of the deceased. There were souls of Void Cores, Solid Cores, and even Gold Cores!
Night Soul had killed too many people. As the God of Slaughter, he had killed more than ten million people. He could easily slaughter more than a hundred million people from a civilization. There were also countless experts among them. There were also many almighty beings who could compete with Night Soul!
When these people were scattered, Night Soul might be able to easily defeat them one by one. This was his lifetime achievement and glory. However, if they gathered together …
He killed crazily, but the number of souls of the deceased around him increased, and they became stronger! He felt that his body and soul were constantly being attacked, and they were constantly being damaged. His killing speed was rapidly slowing down until he was surrounded by thirty to forty Gold Core experts. Dozens of Gold Core experts were attacking him at the same time.
"Either you die, or I die! Let's see who can last until the end! "Night Soul roared crazily. His strength soared again, and he attacked the dozens of Gold Cores.
However, there was a limit to one's strength. His defense was finally broken. His movements were slowing down, and his strength was weakening.
The densely packed souls of the deceased around him had been waiting for a long time, and they swarmed forward hungrily.
Night Soul was not afraid. He had killed too many people, and he was not afraid of death. Even though he had experienced several years of continuous killing in this' illusion ', he still did not forget his original heart. He knew that he was still immersed in the mind control of that monk. He wanted to see how far that Earthling could play with this mind control technique!
Night Soul had dominated the Land for two eras, so his ability to protect himself was extraordinary. He had the ability to clone himself. Even if his main consciousness was destroyed, as long as his physical body existed, the clone's divine sense would replace his main consciousness. However, it would become weaker. When the main consciousness was destroyed, the other party would definitely think that he was dead. That would be the moment when this Earthling would let his guard down. After all, the other party's physical body was not strong. Even if it was a weakened version of Night Soul, he would still be able to kill the other party instantly!
However, it was a pity that this thought was destined to fail.
He realized that he could not die! This was an immortal world. Every time the souls of the deceased around him were about to tear him apart, there would always be a force that pulled him back from the edge of death!
Once, twice, thrice, four times!
Night Soul had always thought that he was not afraid of death or the pain of being torn apart. He was an extremely cruel and bloodthirsty person, and he felt that he could completely endure this fear and pain. However, he had obviously underestimated all of this. He was not afraid of the first or second time, but what about the third, fourth, or even hundreds of times?
As long as his main consciousness was not destroyed, his clone could not be activated, and he could not escape from this world.
One year, two years, ten years! He had died more than 300 times, and each time, he had to experience the pain of being dismembered for up to 10 days. Even a mighty Gold Core expert would start to fear the pain of being torn apart. However, he still gritted his teeth and endured it. He knew that this was a trick played by the Earthling, and it was a battle of wills. No matter how the other party did it, he had obviously fallen into the other party's domain and rules. Since he could not break out of it, he had to follow the other party's rules if he wanted to escape. He had to endure until the end, even if he had to suffer for hundreds or thousands of years in this Domain World!
However, just as this thought emerged in his mind, a ruthless voice of the rules echoed directly in his mind, shattering all his hopes.
"Avici Hell! Suffer 56.788 billion punishment! "
This was the voice of the rules of the Domain World. Night Soul's expression changed instantly. He understood the rules of this Domain World, and he instantly understood the meaning of this sentence. He had killed 56.788 billion people, and he had to die 56.788 billion times!
Yes, this was the limit, the limit of the rules. As long as he endured the pain of dying more than 50 billion times, he would be able to escape from this Domain World. However, he had experienced a full 10 years of pain, and he had only died more than 300 times!
More than 50 billion times? What kind of concept was that? That would be hundreds of millions of years, or even 100,000 eras! Ever since the Myriad Races established the divine territory, the Land had not existed for such a long time! How was this hope? This was clearly an indefinite death sentence!
Night Soul was furious. Such a domain rule was simply unsolvable, and it was simply against the common sense of the Heavenly Dao! He was also in despair. 100,000 eras and tens of billions of deaths. He could not even imagine how long and painful it would be.
He began to resist frantically, frantically looking for flaws in the rules of this Domain World, or any way to break it. However, it was obvious that everything was in vain. What awaited him was only death again and again. His frantic resistance only made the time of his death longer. This was because this world was immortal. He could be reborn, and the souls that he had killed could also be reborn continuously. There was no end to them.
10 years, 100 years, he was crazy and furious.
However, 200 years, 300 years, he began to feel despair and fear.
Even after 1,000 years, he had only died more than 30,000 times. He was still a long way from even the smallest fraction of his sentence!
A Gold Core expert was also a human. Even if he had transcended the shackles of lifespan, as long as he had not passed the Heavenly River Tide, and as long as he had not crossed the threshold of the Gold Core Realm to become a true transcendent, he was still a mortal. He still had the thoughts and emotions of a mortal.
Night Soul was terrified, trembling, and began to cry bitterly. He began to curse the Earthling who had created this Domain World. This was the behavior of a weakling that he had disdained the most!
Finally, he slowly became numb. He cried bitterly and did not move an inch, allowing the souls to bite him to death.
He began to repent, cry, and even beg for the forgiveness of the souls. However, it was of no use. The biting continued, and the death continued …
The pain and fear did not only come from the biting and death, but also from loneliness. These souls only knew how to kill, torture, and destroy him. Not a single soul had ever spoken to him. There was only coldness in the entire world. Other than the sounds of killing, there was only more sounds of killing. Night Soul's repentance was also constantly falling to the bottom line. He even began to repent for the lives that he had once regarded as lowly. The reason was that he did not speak or respond when others spoke to him. He was extremely regretful. Right now, he really wanted to hear someone's voice.
And at that moment, he saw an auspicious radiance flickering in the sky of this world, breaking the unchanging theme of massacre in this world. At the same time, a familiar voice that had once shocked him sounded.
"Buddha will save those who are fated. Repent and you will be saved. Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately!"
Buddha will save those who are fated, Buddha will save those who are fated …
The Buddha's name, which was like the Sanskrit sound of the Great Dao, echoed continuously in this world. Before this, Night Soul had been vigilant and disgusted by this voice. However, at this moment, infinite gratitude and desire surged in his heart. He prostrated himself in worship and prostrated himself before this voice!
Tens of thousands of years in the Domain World was just a blink of an eye in reality.
Everyone in the arena was dumbfounded. They felt that the aura of the Killing God, Night Soul, had just risen, but it immediately dissipated into nothingness and froze in place.
The Earthling's lips kept moving, and the chanting of the Buddha's name reverberated endlessly. Meanwhile, Night Soul stood motionless in the same place. Large beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead.
His face was extremely ferocious at first. Then, it turned into fear, and finally, it turned into endless devotion. All of this happened in just a few seconds.
Night Soul's lifeless eyes gradually lit up. On the other hand, the Blood Demon Ancestor, who was in the spectator stands, suddenly stood up from his seat. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
Others might not understand, but could he not understand as well?
That was the power of the Domain World. It was the true power of the Domain World!
Not even the top-notch king-level Gold Cores, including the great existences sitting in the main seats, could reach such a realm, let alone Void Cores.
Furthermore, the energy that the Earthling used to activate his Domain World was extremely strange. It was not the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth, but … the power of faith?!
There were countless civilizations in the Star Alliance that specialized in collecting the power of belief from various peripheral worlds and low-leveled civilizations. All the collected power of belief was sold to the Star Alliance. No one outside knew why the Star Alliance collected this power of belief, but the Blood Demon Ancestor knew! As the core circle of the Star Alliance's higher-ups, including the king-level Gold Cores sitting in the main seats in the arena, they all knew that this power of faith was collected for the four races in Heaven. It was also the most important task that the four races in Heaven had given to the Star Alliance's administrators!
The Domain World of God was also the reason why the Land did not dare to resist the Heaven. Legend had it that one could only touch upon the Heaven. Why …
A mere Earthling could actually directly absorb the power of faith … Everyone's expression changed.
However, the thoughts of the Blood Demon Ancestor had nothing to do with Night Soul. He had even forgotten about the Blood Demon Race and his identity as a member of the Blood Demon Race.
No matter who it was, if he sank into this endless pain, the only outcome would be to repent and become a new person.
When Night Soul knelt down devoutly, the surrounding deceased souls retreated. A golden sun suddenly rose from the darkness, and dazzling Buddha's light illuminated everything, instantly purifying the countless deceased souls.
All the deceased souls had peaceful gazes and lost their previous hostility and resentment. Then, they were purified by the Buddha's light and turned into nothingness.
Night Soul was the same. He knelt down devoutly with tears streaming down his face. However, there was a peaceful and joyful expression on his face. He sincerely repented for all the killings that he had committed. Then, like the purified deceased souls, he slowly dissipated from the Domain World.
The familiar arena appeared in his senses. The dumbfounded Blood Demon Race members on the spectator stands, as well as the murderous gaze of the Blood Demon Ancestor, all appeared in Night Soul's mind.
However, Night Soul was no longer the same Night Soul. He no longer had the desire to kill, nor did he have the so-called "responsibility" of being a member of the Blood Demon Race. In fact, he even felt ashamed of being a member of the Blood Demon Race.
He knelt down devoutly in front of Mo Wen and prostrated himself in worship.
Mo Wen looked at him calmly and raised his right foot. "Are you willing to accept the precepts?"
Night Soul immediately crawled over on his knees like a dog. He lifted Mo Wen's bare foot and placed it on his head. Then, he buried his entire face into the ground. "Buddha is merciful! I'm willing to be devout and follow the Buddha for the rest of my life! "
"… …"
"… …"
The entire world quietened down at this moment. The huge arena was completely silent!
He … he lost just like that?
The Blood Demon Race and their supporters had their mouths wide open, and their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.
They couldn't see what Night Soul had experienced, and they didn't know how powerful Mo Wen's Buddhist chants were. In their eyes, it was as if Mo Wen had said a few words casually, and Night Soul had knelt down and betrayed the Blood Demon Race to become the enemy's loyal follower … It was as if Night Soul had been bewitched and lost his mind.
Frankly speaking, bewitching spells were not rare in the Land, and the effect was similar to the scene in front of them. However, everyone knew that this was a despicable trick. It was not easy to control a Void Core, and one who could control a Solid Core could be considered a master in this aspect. A Gold Core like Night Soul, who had been famous for a long time and was even known as a killing god, was close to the king-level. How could this be an accident? This was simply an unimaginable and absurd myth!
"…" For the first time, the Blood Demon Ancestor lost his composure and was speechless.
Gollon was defeated in the first battle, but his opponent, Aiolos, was already extremely famous in the Arena. Aiolos had suddenly broken through during the battle, so it could be considered an accident. As for the clown in the second battle, although most people didn't know his reputation, the Blood Demon Ancestor had heard of the reputation of this killer from the underground world. Furthermore, at the last moment, the clown had clearly displayed the strange strength of a Gold Core. It could be said that Carloze's defeat was not unjust.
But who the hell was this Mo Wen? The Blood Demon Race had investigated him before. The Buddha of the Mirror World had the power of purification and could resist the interference of the Mirror World's will. Thus, he became the leader of the rebel army. To put it bluntly, he was just a functional auxiliary cultivator. How could he easily manipulate the second strongest expert of the Blood Demon Race, the killing god Night Soul, into such a state in just a few seconds? Even if he used the power of faith, where did he get his power of faith from? How much manpower and financial resources did the entire Star Alliance spend to collect the power of faith? A mere Earth simply didn't have this kind of ability!
"Buddha saves those who are fated, and his virtue is immeasurable!"
Suddenly, the Blood Demon Ancestor heard the voices of a group of people chanting in a low voice. They were extremely pious.
It was the 'prisoners' of the Mirror World sitting beside the main seat! At this moment, they had all stood up, put their palms together, and worshipped Mo Wen, who was below them. They were extremely pious.
The Blood Demon Ancestor instantly understood that this was the source of the Earthling's power of faith … The rebel army of the Mirror World!
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