World Version Updates-Chapter 434 - 287: What are you looking at?

Six thousand Yin Soldiers with strength equivalent to the Peak of Foundation Establishment, might not be much in other versions.

Even in the Apocalypse Version, the All Immortals Alliance has tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

But in the mysterious version governed by the rules of Extraordinary Traits, this is definitely a subversive display of power.

If it were not based on an extremely vast Extraordinary Path, possibly touching upon the uniqueness of it, it would have been impossible to support such a large number of Transcendents.

This fact alone is enough to give any force aware of the situation a glimpse of the terrifying depths contained within that Underworld.

But here, it's already a battleground of life and death, even with internal turmoil, that Council of the Dead member cannot show weakness at this moment to damage his own prestige.

"They are merely ants; no matter how many there are, what use could it be?"

He forcibly suppressed the horror originating from deep within his soul, raising his voice deliberately, with an intent to reassure the many members of the Council of the Dead under him.

At the same time, he held nothing back, as the terrifying aura belonging to a Sequence Four Human Saint erupted like a palpable dark curtain, enveloping the entire underground space.

The Sequence Four of the Path of the Dead, named the Nether River Walker, possesses a terrifying power to temporarily summon back the souls and strengths of the deceased from the illusory Nether River flowing between the boundaries of life and death, which to outsiders almost seems like the great might of reversing life and death.

It is precisely because of this ability's natural fit with the graveyard that the Council of the Dead chose to position its stronghold, cultivated for thousands of years, beneath this land where endless corpses rest.

The remains accumulated over thousands of years are scattered beneath the earth, and even if the vast majority have decayed into dust, only those whose forms can be retained by force still number in the millions.

"Realm of the Dead!"

The Council of the Dead member's withered index finger pointed through the air, as if pressing a forbidden switch.

Instantly, the corpses buried deep beneath the cemetery violently broke through the decayed coffins and heavy earth, their bodies emanating a concentrated death energy accumulated over centuries and millennia, condensing and rising into a visible fog of grey-black substance.

This fog, like a greedy giant beast opening an invisible mouth, sought to devour all traces of life, as the entire vast underground tomb was transforming into an absolute domain of death.

However, facing this terrifying domain enough to instantly wilt and wither ordinary life, those thousands of Yin Soldiers remained unmoved like a boulder.

The thick death energy washed over their cold Nether Armor like a tide, yet it seemed only as a harmless breeze passing by, incapable of posing any threat to them, without even stirring a single ripple.

The corpses awakened by the Council of the Dead, in the eyes of these Yin Soldiers, who have endured countless blood-washed battles, were riddled with weaknesses and were pathetically vulnerable.

In the Apocalypse Version, they personally slew countless zombies and Transcendent creatures of various forms, encountering horrors and filth far beyond this. How could a mere collection of corpses temporarily driven by death energy truly shake them?

"Kill!"

A command devoid of any emotion fell directly from the deep void fissure, like the final judgement.

The next moment, six thousand Yin Soldiers moved!

The Soul Hooks in their hands shot out like venomous snakes imbued with life at the same instant, piercing through thousands of undead corpses that had just awakened from slumber in an instant.

It was not a physical penetration, but directly targeting the soul. The shattered souls temporarily summoned back by the Nether River Walker's power were forcibly torn away upon contact with the Soul Hook, releasing a silent, shrill wail.

The shadows of the Yin Soldiers shuttled through the Sea of the Dead, their movements swift and efficient, like diligent farmers working in the harvest season.

The undead corpses spread throughout the cemetery area, like mature rice waiting to be reaped, fell in bunches before the unmerciful edge of the Soul Hook, transforming back into a heap of lifeless rotten bones and flesh.

The Death Energy Field that originally shrouded the entire cemetery, with its energy source rapidly severed, was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a devastating scene completely stunned the Council of the Dead member who was just attempting to exhibit the might of a demigod, his face filled with an expression of incredulous horror.

One must know that in this Realm of the Dead, with the widespread interference of death energy and corpses, even a Sequence Four Human Saint would find their actions greatly restricted, unable to move. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

And those awakened undead corpses, although not strong individually, inherently carry Extraordinary pollution from the Path of Death.

If an opponent chooses to engage in mass slaughter, absorbing too much death energy and resentment, even a Saint has a high likelihood of being corrupted, destabilizing their transcendent foundation, and ultimately falling into uncontrollable madness.

The Realm of the Dead could be said to be the core and most insidious underpinning nurtured by the Council of the Dead for many years.

Yet now, in front of these mysterious Yin Soldier legions, the strong trump card on which the Council of the Dead relied for survival was utterly useless, like being made of paper.

This scene was equally clearly captured in the magical circle mirror of the Heretic Court beneath the distant Steam Cathedral.

A Judgement Knight, watching the quickly collapsing Realm of the Dead in the mirror, couldn't help but express admiration: