MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again

The Netherworld God's words crushed both groups in one fell swoop, even Archimonde could barely restrain himself, thinking "The Netherworld God is pretty badass, huh? Just wait until I absorb the Demon King's power, I'll definitely blow you up!"

"Lord of the Netherworld, I've remembered you," Archimonde said coldly, "just wait, I'll come looking for you! Believe me, it won't be long."

"Hmph!" Facing Archimonde's threat, the Netherworld God didn't even consider it worthy of attention: "A mere jumping clown."

With that said, the Netherworld God turned to look at Lu Hong again: "War God, do you still remember the agreement you and I once made?"

Agreement? Lu Hong really had no idea, and so he shook his head: "I'm not the War God you know, and I'm not aware of any agreement between us."

"Huh?!" The Netherworld God was taken aback, then her gaze pierced through Lu Hong's body, reaching deep into his soul.

This soul search sent a stir through her heart, and for no apparent reason, she believed Lu Hong's words, then said: "In that case, I'll grant you one request, but remember, you owe me a favor."

"Alright." Lu Hong didn't hesitate and pointed at Archimonde: "Help us take him down."

Hearing Lu Hong's request, the Netherworld God wasn't surprised but showed a face full of disdain: "To be honest, I really don't want to join forces with you wastes. Just watch from the side."

At this moment, Lionheart, who had been stepped on, muttered: "Fine, we'll just watch. I really want to see just how strong the Primordial Deities are."

The Netherworld God gave Lionheart a glance: "Then watch, little dummy cat!"

After speaking, the Netherworld God's apparition vanished—it seemed her true body was already on its way.

Lionheart, pointing at himself with a face full of rage, said: "Me? A dummy cat? Am I a dummy cat?!" This was the first time Lionheart had been called a dummy cat. His golden fur bristled, and it looked like he was fuming to the extreme: "Damn it, I must confront the Nether—"

Before Lionheart could finish speaking, the sky of the Demon King's realm was torn apart by two huge black palms.

The Netherworld God descended, bringing a silent, ocean-deep divine oppression that reached the zenith of the realm.

But this divine oppression made Lionheart struggle to raise his head, and the words he had ready to speak were forcefully swallowed back down.

The Netherworld God glanced at Lionheart: "What were you about to say?"

"Nothing… nothing at all." Seeing the might the Netherworld God displayed, how could Lionheart dare to speak? He shook his head again and again.

"Hmph! Trash will always be trash." The Netherworld God didn't bother with them any longer and turned towards the magical formation shrouding the throne of hell.

"The Three Thousand Demon Gods Formation?"

Clearly, the Netherworld God was more familiar with this great formation than Song Quan, even able to call its name.

Hearing her mention the name, Archimonde chuckled: "Since the Lord of the Netherworld knows the name of this formation, would you be able to break it?"

"Anchored across three thousand realms, with the power of those realms as the source of its magic power, even I can't break it." Although the Netherworld God was proud, she was also realistic.

"Ha-ha, if that's the case, then the Netherworld God will have to wait. Wait until I've absorbed the Demon King's power, then I'll come and ask for your guidance!"

Faced with Archimonde's challenge, the Netherworld God chuckled: "What if I don't give you the time?"

"Huh?" Archimonde was taken aback. Hadn't she said she couldn't break the formation?

Was she just toying with me?

"Since the Lord of the Netherworld says so, then come and try. I really want to see how you'll get close to me without breaking the formation!"

"That's very simple." The Netherworld God waved her hand, and instantly, the realm of the Demon King shook violently.

Outside the realm, a towering figure emerged: it was the Gatekeeper Lu Hong had seen above the river in the Nether.

Summoned by the Netherworld God, the Gatekeeper directly hoisted the Demon King's realm. With a thunderous shout, the realm of the Demon King was flipped over entirely.

Following that, the Gatekeeper grabbed the iron chain weapon, aiming to smash it down hard toward the throne.

Accompanied by the earth-shattering noise, the realm shattered.

This series of maneuvers left everyone watching dumbfounded.

And the protective formation around the throne, which even the Netherworld God couldn't break, now resembled half a bowl, holding the fragments of shattered land within it.

Archimonde was utterly confused, looking at the towering Netherworld God before him, he instantly threw a punch.

But the next moment, he was struck by the Netherworld God and sent flying, crashing heavily against the protective barrier of the magic formation.

If Song Quan were here, he would surely be slapping his thigh in approval.

Although the formation was powerful, it was merely a defense laid upon the ground. Without a thorough understanding of the formation, who would have known such a clever maneuver was possible?

"Damn it, how did I not think of that?" The Ancestor Dragon could have flipped the realm too; at this moment, he had to admit the Netherworld God was a bit more ingenious than him.

And the three, including Lu Hong, who had been using all their strength to break the formation, now looked like clowns, their faces unable to save face.

Regardless, Archimonde's scheme to absorb the Demon King's power had been thwarted.

The Netherworld God wasted no words, immediately marshalling his immense divine power to assault Archimonde.

Even though Archimonde had already acquired most of the Demon King's power, in the eyes of the Netherworld God, he was still like a child, the black divine power taking the form of a hand, slapping him to confusion.

The great lord of the Hell Demons, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He exploded with all his combat strength, his domain also expanded to the fullest.

Life Drain was one of Archimonde's most formidable domain skills and also a major weapon in group battles. Once, when the Naga forced the empire's front lines, a casual display of power from Archimonde had caused widespread death. And now, with this full-on deliberate release, even the Lionheart God and the Ancestor Dragon were significantly affected, their life force relentlessly drawn out and flowing into Archimonde's body.

Seeing this, Lu Hong also expanded his own domain. Though unable to break Archimonde's domain skill, it was still enough to barely protect the two from being affected.

As for the Netherworld God, under the intense pull of Life Drain at full force, he still remained composed, his body like a piece of flawless jade, without any weaknesses to speak of.

"How... how are you not affected?!" Archimonde didn't believe it, and increased the power of his life drain, but still failed to destabilize the Netherworld God in the least.

In response, the Netherworld God disdainfully said, "A piece of trash's domain, stirred up by a waste, what harm could it do?"

With that, the Netherworld God swung his hand, black divine brilliance slicing through the sky, and Archimonde's domain, like a sheet of paper, was effortlessly torn apart.

As the domain was forcibly destroyed, Archimonde vomited a mouthful of fresh blood. He couldn't understand—logically, after having absorbed the Demon King's power, even if not as formidable as the Netherworld God, the difference shouldn't be so vast. Yet, reality slapped him hard in the face: absolute suppression, almost without any ability to retaliate!

Why? Why is this happening?!

The Netherworld God, as if seeing through Archimonde's silent roar within, sneered, "Let me tell you, even if you have gained more divine power, trash will always be trash. The realms of the divine are divided into three: the mortal, the earthly, and the heavenly. The starting point for most of you to become gods is in the mortal realm, but it is also the ultimate end. That is to say, after you became a god, you seemed to be accumulating divine power, enhancing your combat strength, but your realm has never changed, staying always but a mortal god, a piece of junk."

Archimonde had never heard of these systems beyond the divine realm. Speaking of which, Hell Demons had never considered these matters, always instinctively devouring other demons to gain promotion and improvement. Being told this by the Netherworld God, Archimonde suddenly felt his ignorance and asked, "Then... then what about me now..."

"You? Merely a mortal realm, so even though you possess all of the Demon King's divine power, how much value can you really exhibit? One ten-thousandth? In the end, trash is trash."

The words of the Netherworld God not only shook Archimonde's spirit but also caused the Lionheart God to fall silent.

The Ancestor Dragon was now also very curious, "Then, Netherworld God, what about us three..."

"Also but mortal realm trash."

The Netherworld God continued to speak to these four baffled fools: "Demon Beasts, humans, and countless races of the Star Sea, once you ascend to the divine realm, there are only two aspects to improve: one is divine power, the other is the divine soul. And this divine soul corresponds to the three great realms of the divine path: the mortal, the earthly, and the heavenly. Between each realm, the strength of the divine soul is worlds apart. Just having the realm without substantial divine power, or having vast divine power without a matching realm, both make no difference and cannot exert their true strength.

Ancestor Dragon, when I was newly resurrected, my divine soul fragment and divine power were less than one-tenth of what they should be, that's why I fought you to a draw. Don't think you're so formidable; if I wanted to kill you now, it would only take a flick of my finger."

Hearing the threat of the Netherworld God, the brave know better than to take a beating, and the Ancestor Dragon immediately decided to apologize; after all, it was not a shame, and he nodded his head repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it was me who was reckless and offended you back then."