Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 652 - 567: The Shining Star of Death Omen

On the nameless islet at the heart of Manitoulin Lake, corresponding to the center of the Material World in the Sky Secret Realm.

Rumble...

Three powerful High-Rank Totem Gods, upon realizing that words alone could not make the other two parties yield, ultimately decided to resort to force.

"’Death God’ Wuhao is the ruler of the Death World!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

The land of the island surged like ocean waves as corpses of various creatures, and even fossils of ancient beings, "revived" here, shimmering with a cold "Death Aura," transforming into an army of giant beasts that submerged this battleground of the Totem Gods.

"The drowned in the water are also subjects of Wuhao."

The saline lake devoid of life evidently wasn’t always this way. The salinity gradually increased over time. The creatures that became dried salted fish over the ages settled layer by layer at the lake’s bottom.

Transformed into the natural domain of ’Death God’ Wuhao.

At his command, by the power of his [Divine Name], the entire hundred-square-kilometer saline lake seemed to come alive. Led by the finally resurrected dried salted fish, they charged toward the Lake Heart Island.

The dead were so rampant that even the sky grew gradually dim and obscure, the sound of wailing constantly in the air.

Though they were shattered one after another into bone dust by the radiant Divine Light of the two female Totem Gods, this place undoubtedly had become a battlefield dominated by the ’Death God’.

Yet, being overly conspicuous in chaotic combat is not always entirely advantageous, especially when powerful but without overwhelming superiority.

"Lady Crow" Ye He’er, parted her enchanting purple lips slightly, and softly uttered a sentence:

"The dead shall return to dust, Black Snow!"

Instantly, countless thin black substances like snow, resembling crow feathers, fell all around the Manitoulin Lake area. As they landed on the resurrected monsters, they immediately seeped in, transforming into clusters of hideous black-green fungi.

Accompanied by the myriad tiny gnawing sounds, the revived undead, whether completely fossilized into inorganic matter or not, promptly decayed and melted, even their "Death Aura" dimming progressively.

"Naïve! All things have an end; so do the bacteria, Decay!"

The black scepter in Wuhao’s hand emanated a circle of gray ripples sweeping across the battlefield like a potent antiseptic. The undead remained unscathed, but the fungi lost activity, falling quietly.

Meanwhile.

The black eagle that accompanied him took to the skies. Even among High-Rank Totem God warfare, it moved effortlessly, a manifestation of Wuhao’s Divine Power rather than a living being.

Toot... Toot Toot.. Toot...

The ocarina around his neck played serenely, a rendition of "Mountain Eagle Song" prevalent among many Atrean tribes, a timeless tune used to honor ancestors and kin in the spiritually animated world.

However, in Wuhao’s hands, this melody was instead his [Secret Covenant] with Mit (the Netherworld), able to genuinely communicate with the Netherworld!

As the flute melody played.

A "Black Hole" from which not even light could escape appeared above, accompanied by the sound of a door opening, from which swarmed forth a group of gray-white Spirit Bodies.

Most were Atrean, with a few being faithless Nimansite people who perished in the New Continent.

They wielded weapons of various eras, launching a charge against the two female Totem Gods.

"Mother of Water" Melro coldly smiled:

"Heh! Asexual reproduction!"

Pop! Pop! Pop!...

Amid the explosion of Spiritual Light, each undead’s origin split, spawning another slightly smaller undead entity from the mother body.

During this process, each undead’s aura diminished significantly, many Tier 2 Extraordinary beings directly dropping to the Tier 1 apprentice level, severely damaged.

Even though their numbers nearly doubled, their combat power was no longer noteworthy.

Wuhao didn’t care at all, beyond the souls naturally fading away, there were endless souls in Mit, serving primarily to deplete the opponents’ Divine Power.

Especially with this naturally optimal setting, he believed he had the upper hand this time!

The offensive grew more urgent.

"Heh, Corpse Explosion!"

Almost without needing to make any actions or employ complex Curse incantations like a wizard, the world already breathed as one with them, Divine Arts were effortlessly at their disposal, surpassing mere opposition at countless levels above having the power to destroy the heavens and earth.

Even so, a thin layer had already been shaved off the island surface in the short time since the battle began, with towering waves in Manitoulin Lake resembling doomsday.

Luckily, there wasn’t much life here to begin with; otherwise, the destruction would far exceed any prior "Spirit Tide" impact.

Gradually, the "Balance Scale" of "victory" began leaning toward the final arrival of the "Death God."

Or rather, by this point, if the two female Totem Gods elevated matters further, contending over a mere "Gemstone" level Spiritual Origin wouldn’t be worth it. After all, this wasn’t a final Divine Seat struggle.

"Ha ha ha, ladies! How about letting this Spiritual Origin go to me this round? I assure you I won’t participate in the next Origin Overflow, what do you say?"

Nonetheless, Wuhao’s statement, which was equivalent to a victory declaration, was abruptly interrupted by the sudden sounding of a bell.

Dong! Dong! Dong!...

The melodious bell tolled, and overhead, the Secret Realm illusion centered around the location collapsed with a roar.