Chapter Ninety-Six: Fight All the Way Down! (Please Subscribe!)

Shi Yan was shrouded in white mist, his body enveloped by murderous, violent, frenzied, and fearful energies. Only the thought of slaughter remained in his mind. Standing in the midst of five Dark Nether martial artists, Shi Yan's expression was icy cold. Serpentine strands forged from negative forces whipped out, madly entangling the Dark Nether warriors.

A Dark Nether martial artist's Nether Ghost Claw crashed fiercely into Shi Yan’s chest.

Shi Yan gave a fierce, sinister smile, then rammed into the attacker. His ten fingers became like spears, swiftly piercing ten bloody holes into the man's chest.

As the man screamed, Shi Yan retreated violently, narrowly dodging another warrior’s green light sphere aimed at his skull.

Three domains of magnetic annihilation silently formed, arranging themselves in a figure resembling the character "pin," flanking Shi Yan on both sides and behind him.

Standing at the heart of the three domains, Shi Yan coldly eyed the five Dark Nether martial artists, sneering, "You want to kill me? Heh, I want to kill you as well."

"Kill!"

The Dark Nether warriors barked sharply in unison, four of them charging forward.

The one whose chest had been pierced by five bloody holes suddenly sat cross-legged, his expression sinister. Thin, green-glimmering needle-like rays erupted from his palms.

"Profound-grade martial technique: Nether Ray Stab!"

Dozens of rays, as thin as silver needles and carrying bone-chilling cold, flashed through the air like lightning, shooting at Shi Yan.

A metallic clang rang out from Shi Yan’s body—the Nether Ray Stabs failed to pierce his petrified martial soul.

The wounded man's face turned ashen with fear. He cried, "Joint attack!"

The four charging Dark Nether martial artists split into four corners, suddenly encircling Shi Yan.

Four blue screens of light shone above their heads, gathering like clouds and pressing down on Shi Yan.

The blue screens were immensely binding, instantly trapping Shi Yan.

With delight on their faces, the four Dark Nether martial artists rushed in, drawing their weapons to stab Shi Yan.

"Domain, activate!"

Shi Yan roared.

The four Dark Nether warriors crashed into the centers of the three magnetic annihilation domains, which enveloped them instantly.

Under the crushing force, their bodies stiffened, unable to condense any energy. Terror seized their faces—they had no idea what was happening.

Shi Yan threw his head back in a wild howl. The refined muscles on his body twitched, white mist condensing into substance, and negative forces exploded forth.

In that instant, a wicked power surged through Shi Yan’s body like electricity.

With a howl, Shi Yan broke free with force.

A tremendous boom resounded—the blue canopy formed by the four warriors shattered into fragments, scattering blue light in all directions.

Shi Yan grinned savagely, lunging into one of the domains, his finger-spear technique stabbing forth again.

Blood burst from the eyes of a Dark Nether martial artist trapped within, his eyeballs popped out, leaving deep bloody holes, and his brain matter faintly visible—he died a gruesome death on the spot.

Shi Yan moved swiftly, flashing through the other two domains.

Blood spurted from the eye sockets of the remaining three warriors, their brains pierced by Shi Yan’s fingers, dying one after another.

The domains contracted sharply.

The last Dark Nether martial artist, sitting on the ground, was horrified, fleeing desperately.

"Think you can escape?"

Shi Yan sneered, struck like lightning, and pierced the man's back, exploding his heart.

Thus, all five Dark Nether martial artists died violently on the spot.

Shi Yan, covered in blood, stood beside the five corpses, savoring the moment, eyes closed, feeling the negative powers flowing from their bodies.

Soon, the bodies shriveled, and Shi Yan’s acupoints brimmed with pure energy, his bloodthirsty urge soaring.

He made no attempt to suppress it, remaining in his berserk state, his mind consumed by the urge to kill, charging toward the stone statue's heart.

Half an hour later, two more warriors of the second innate realm stumbled upon him.

Without a word, Shi Yan, savage as a demon, slaughtered them with ruthless efficiency, then pressed onward.

Suddenly, twelve Yin Wraiths emerged from a deep pit ahead, drifting toward Shi Yan.

Shi Yan chuckled, feeling exhilarated. As his Yin Vortex shifted, a powerful suction burst forth.

The twelve Yin Wraiths, struggling in terror, were ultimately swallowed by Shi Yan’s Yin Vortex, their essence merging into its center.

Inside Shi Yan’s acupoints, all kinds of negative forces purified rapidly, surging negative emotions flooding out.

Ignoring the changes in his body, Shi Yan continued forward, recklessly charging ahead.

On this path, Shi Yan seemed like a god of slaughter—any Dark Nether martial artist he encountered was immediately butchered.

The warriors appearing in this area were mostly of the third innate realm or the first and second human realm—no match for Shi Yan. All who crossed his path were massacred.

Along the way, Shi Yan killed twenty-one Dark Nether martial artists and absorbed the Yin power of sixty-five Yin Wraiths, arriving at the right arm of the stone statue.

Mu Hui’s shadow suddenly appeared in a deep pit ahead.

Beside him stood three Dark Nether martial artists of the third human realm.

Within the pit, three mud dragons were disassembled, their remnants writhing, as if trying to reassemble themselves.

Mu Hui frowned, a trace of helplessness flashing across his strange face. "These things are really troublesome. They just won’t die. Every pit has them. If this keeps up, I don’t know how much energy we’ll waste."

"Young master, someone’s coming," a Dark Nether martial artist suddenly pointed at Shi Yan.

Shi Yan, wrapped in white mist and exuding murderous aura, his body crusted in blood forming a cocoon, looked coldly, a bloodthirsty smile at his lips.

"You?" Mu Hui was startled, recognizing Shi Yan, who had often stood beside Han Feng and Ku Long.

Mu Hui had observed him in the Valley of Absolute Yin, though he hadn’t paid him much mind then, focusing instead on experts like Zhua Qi and Xia Xinyan.

Shi Yan, then only at the first human realm, had barely merited a glance.

Now seeing Shi Yan approach, brimming with killing intent, Mu Hui was surprised, uncertain what had changed.

"Young master, apart from you, anyone we encounter here must be killed," the Dark Nether martial artist said blandly. "The sooner one dies, the fewer opponents we have. Before we entered, the Dark Lord instructed us—even if we meet Bei Ming Ce, he must be slain."

"Hmm. Leave one behind to deal with him. The rest follow me," Mu Hui nodded, turning to walk ahead.

Two Dark Nether martial artists silently followed, quickly departing.

The one who had been speaking remained, staring coldly at Shi Yan. "You’re out of luck."

"Out of luck?" Shi Yan laughed wildly. "My luck is excellent—your Dark Nether warriors have fattened me up. Heh, I’ve already slaughtered twenty-one of your kind, and you will be the twenty-second."

With that, Shi Yan charged forward, murderous intent surging.

Two minutes later, the talkative Dark Nether martial artist lay as a shriveled corpse, head separated from his body.

Shi Yan drained all negative energy from him and continued his rampage.

Ten minutes later, Shi Yan encountered Mu Hui and the other two Dark Nether martial artists again.

"Well, you actually killed Li Tuo," Mu Hui finally regarded Shi Yan seriously, his expression growing grave. "First human realm, yet you killed Li Tuo of the third realm. Seems you have some skill."

Shi Yan did not reply, only giving a fierce, cold smile. The bloodlust in his heart grew ever thicker as he strode toward Mu Hui.

Mu Hui, himself a third human realm expert, possessed a martial soul and practiced advanced Dark Nether techniques, making him far stronger than ordinary third-realm warriors.

Shi Yan advanced step by step, ferocious in countenance, seemingly crazed but in fact very calm.

After just five steps, he keenly sensed Mu Hui was a formidable foe.

"You’re already dead," Mu Hui said, suddenly uttering six words.

"You’re already dead."

The six words struck Shi Yan’s mind like strange symbols, exploding within his consciousness.

A seductive power detonated in Shi Yan’s mind; the words instantly occupied his heart, stirring and taking root, annihilating all his awareness.

"Kill him, he’s boring," Mu Hui instructed blandly, shaking his head and departing quickly.

The two Dark Nether martial artists, expressionless, closed in on Shi Yan, each holding a slender sword, stabbing directly at his body.

Again, the metallic clang rang out from Shi Yan’s chest.

"Eh?"

Their faces changed, preparing to channel more energy into their swords, raising them high to stab at Shi Yan’s eyes.

The fierce blow to his chest snapped Shi Yan out of his nightmare haze.

He saw the sword tips, cold and gleaming, growing larger in his sight.

A shiver ran through him; Shi Yan jerked his head aside, the slender swords grazing past his temples, their chill palpable.

A surge of negative energy burst from Shi Yan’s shoulder, two pale waves shooting into the bodies of the two warriors.

Struck by the negative force, the two Dark Nether martial artists seemed dragged into a boundless sea of blood, devoured by countless evil spirits. Terror froze their faces.

Blood spurted from five holes in each of their necks.

Shi Yan’s expression was icy as he shook the crimson droplets from his fingers, drained their energy, and coldly gazed at the swiftly moving Mu Hui before charging ahead.

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