Perfect World

Chapter 581: Chapter 581 Annihilation
 

The altar shook, murderous aura erupted, sweeping through all directions like a hurricane, turning all the vegetation and boulders around it into dust.

This created an invisible domain that destroyed everything in the first instant!

The three powerhouses turned pale, their bodies and minds trembling, struggling to escape, but they never managed to break free.

Their instincts and perception were sharp, and they could truly feel that the eye had locked onto them, smeared with blood, not knowing how many tens of thousands of years it had existed, yet it had not dried up.

“Not good!” shrieked a powerhouse from the Netherworld.

Behind them, it was no longer just an issue with the domain. On the altar, dark light boiled over, and black ripples spread out, seemingly gentle, yet more terrifying than the Immortal Sword.

Nothing could stop the path of the ripples. Boulders and mountains were neatly sliced in half, everything touched by it turned to ash.

“No, don’t!”

The pangolin screamed. This crisis was beyond imagination, too severe for beings that had ignited divine flames, leaving them without any resistance.

During this process, its silver tail was touched, scales fell off, flesh blurred, a large part severed, and the severed section vanished into smoke.

The pangolin utilized a secret technique, constantly spewing out brilliant light from its mouth—its heart’s blood burning, overdrawing its life potential, using it to increase its speed to escape.

“Ah…”

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Yang Li also screamed, his back touched, blood dripping, he used a forbidden method to flee, shocked and terrified to the extreme.

He was originally a genius from Yin Yang Academy, not very old, considered a rising powerhouse, yet now he scampered like a mongrel dog.

This was even more severe than what Shi Hao had experienced previously. The altar sensed the strengths of these intruders, as if with a will of its own, deciding they were the best offerings.

Shi Hao watched all these, his heart shocked, he had only one action, entering the world of the bronze precious box, holding the Myriad Spirits Diagram, and leaving it to fate.

Surviving last time was pure luck, what about this time? He didn’t know. This feeling was really bad, everything merely depended on fate, out of his control, helpless and passive.

He could only silently wait, this was the most helpless choice, how could anyone entrust their own fate to others?

But Shi Hao had no other choice, really without any remedies, even if there was a sliver of hope, he wouldn’t have come here, this was heading to death.

The Bronze Block suffered from the impact of the black ripples, already damaged, becoming transparent, even the external scenery was clearly visible.

Shi Hao held the Myriad Spirits Diagram, his expression calm, just waiting like this. If he were to die, he would die along with the three powerhouses. If he could survive, then it would be a win, executing a triple god kill.

The three powerhouses escaped far, but still couldn’t break free, and at this moment, an object rose from the altar, tearing through the void, becoming eternal, suppressing downwards.

“What?” Shi Hao exclaimed, this time it was the Golden Hand Bone rushing up, executing a Suppression Kill on the intruders.

“No!” The pangolin screamed in horror, its whole body’s silver scales flaring open, releasing spirit energy, evolving divine patterns, protecting itself, but utterly useless.

The Golden Hand Bone was too fast. Golden light filled the skies, rapidly approaching, swooping down from the sky and striking its lower half.

Puff!

Just that one strike, the Golden Bone Hand crushed, completely pulverizing the large half of the pangolin’s body, everything below the chest turned into blood mud, bones smashed to bits.

The divine majesty was unimaginable!

A being that had ignited divine flames, under this Bone Palm, was as weak as an insect, easily crushed, without any strength to retaliate.

What’s key was that the Golden Hand Bone had no fluctuations, nor characters, a purely physical attack, relying on solidity and immense power to crush the defensively renowned pangolin.

“Don’t!” The skull from the Netherworld also screamed, a pair of wings flapping rapidly, wishing it could rush to the heavens, across realms.

But still, it was useless, with a slight swipe of the Golden Bone Hand, its pair of Holy Wings exploded on the spot, white feathers wilting, scattering across the sky.

And furthermore, after the Bone Palm pressed down, his skeleton immediately disintegrated, making “crack crack” noises, the skeleton disassembled, all shattered and destroyed.

Finally, the god of the Nether Race had only a skull falling toward the distance, still refusing to give up on the hope of escape and continued to fly.

“Protect!”

On the other side, Yang Li cried out, his head of silver hair flowing, bringing out a Copper Furnace, dimpled all over, many areas already dented in, severely damaged.

It was indeed the Void Melting Furnace, all characters destroyed when crossing realms, no rules left on it anymore, but its strong property remained, difficult to destroy.

If it really wasn’t possible to escape, Yang Li wouldn’t have brought out this damaged weapon, this was utterly a case of treating a dead horse as if alive.

“Ah…”

Both the skull of the Netherworld’s being and the partial body of the pangolin, screamed, also rushing together into it, desperate, this was the only choice left.

“Dong!”

With the furnace top closed, the three gods hid inside, their faces pale, hearts throbbing, remnants trembling, this was an unprecedented great fear. After igniting divine flames, their statuses were extraordinary]})

in their respective academies and clans, already considered powerhouses, high above, not knowing such fear for so many years.

“Clang!”

The golden hand bone struck down, hitting the Void Melting Furnace with a sky-shaking sound. The first strike alone created a large dent in the furnace, piercing through and revealing light.

“What?!”

The three Divine Eyes blackened, sitting there powerlessly, filled with fear. How could they resist now? The Void Melting Furnace was indestructible, even Celestial Gods could not penetrate it, yet now it couldn’t withstand the attack.

What was so peculiar about this altar, and who had placed such an offering upon it? It was eerie, driving one to despair.

“Clang!”

The golden hand bone fell a second time, its five fingers piercing through the furnace, tearing it apart, completely destroying the furnace walls.

The Void Melting Furnace, like a shriveled orange peel, was torn open and scattered on the ground. The three great beings fell, all collapsed there, unable to resist anymore.

Unexpectedly, the golden hand bone withdrew and did not kill them.

The three beings’ eyes shimmered with a glimmer of hope, struggling to rise, but soon felt as if they had fallen from heaven into hell, utterly despondent.

On the altar, a crystal skull soared, its eye sockets deep. Approaching, its lower jaw opened wide, and with a fierce inhalation, a vortex appeared.

“Ah…”

Yang Li screamed terribly, rolling on the ground, struggling violently. Originally, his body was still intact, but now it was rapidly shriveling, his flesh withering and his life force dissipating.

In just an instant, he turned into a skin-covered skeleton, his eye sockets sunken, his eyes dull and lusterless.

The pangolin, above its chest, trembled violently, retreating continuously, filled with extreme terror. Upon seeing the crystal skull approaching, it opened its mouth and screeched in agony.

The vortex glowed, and the pangolin’s remnant body also shrank, its scales falling off, its body dried up, turning into a skeleton.

At this stage, it was not over yet. The crystal skull enlarged, then opened its mouth, biting the skull of the Nether Race powerhouse between its teeth and, with a crunch, directly cut it in half.

“Please, spare me!” the god of the Nether Race yelled out.

The crystal skull paid no heed, gently inhaling, drawing away most of the soul light of the Nether Race powerhouse. Its essence dimmed instantly.

“Don’t kill me… please… spare me.,” Yang Li uttered feebly, also pleading. He wanted to survive, he was a genius, he couldn’t just die in the Lower Realm.

However, the crystal skull was indifferent, clamping him between its teeth, lightly inhaling, his soul essence draining ninety percent, leaving only some dregs.

“Ah…”

The pangolin, weakly screaming, struggled and pleaded, but was still unable to change its fate, likewise losing almost all of its soul power.

The three great beings were crippled, even if untouched they would not survive, their essence completely lost, they fell with all their glory from heaven into hell.

Both the golden hand bone and the crystal skull paused for a moment on a bronze precious box, hesitated briefly, and eventually both flew back to the altar, and did not strike.

Inside the small world, Shi Hao’s Myriad Spirits Diagram in his hands shone brightly again, myriad spirits emerged, densely covered with characters, surrounded by chaotic mist, incredibly mysterious.

It is unknown how much time passed before tranquility descended here.

Shi Hao had a complex expression, looking at the smooth bone in his hand. This item had once again helped him escape a disaster, he had not died.

“I survived,” Shi Hao murmured to himself, but the feeling was not very pleasant. It was a gamble, entrusting his fate to someone else, beyond his control. Soon, he shook off this mood and proceeded forward, lifting the three withered bodies, and strode away, leaving the Xiling Realm.

Outside, the world was vibrant and full of life, bathed in ample sunlight. Thinking back on his recent experiences, it felt like a dream.

“How could this be…” Yang Li’s eyes dimmed, his eye sockets sunken, his flesh withered; he could hardly imagine ending up with such a fate.

“I am not resigned!” the pangolin roared, but was extremely weak, its voice like that of a mosquito.

The powerhouse of the Netherworld had only half a skull left, the faint remnants of its soul light threatened to extinguish at any moment, he was infinitely sorrowful; he was a god, yet he had to die so miserably.

The three experienced fear, struggle, despair, and regret. It really wasn’t worth it, to perish so miserably in their attempt to kill a mere cultivator.

They should have looked down on Shi Hao, but now they lay beneath his feet. Such a tragic scene was unbearable.

Shi Hao laughed, clearing his previous complex emotions in Xiling Realm, his smile radiant, his teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

“Where is your confidence and backbone now?”

A single light sentence, like a knife slashing into the three great beings’ hearts, made them roar, their bodies cracking apart significantly.

“To bully a nation, how arrogant and domineering you were, regarding the beings of the Lower Realm as mere ants. Now, you yourselves are nothing more than insects,” Shi Hao shook his head.

Then, his gaze turned cold. These people had blood-sacrificed heaven and earth when they descended to the Lower Realm, causing death and destruction, too many people had died, even killing them wouldn’t settle this blood debt!

Shi Hao searched their sea of consciousness, which had long been shattered, barely ten percent remaining, but it was enough; he learned some extremely important information!

Then, with one kick each, he sent three skull heads flying, exploding in midair!

Also, thanks to Zi Yanfei and a billion gold coins. And thank you for the red flag tribute He Meng. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)