World Version Updates-Chapter 435 - 287: What Are You Looking At?_2

"Even Holy Knights dare not easily tread on this Realm of the Dead, yet these soldiers at Sequence 6 can effortlessly ignore it, truly extraordinary."

But immediately, another sharp-eyed strongman poured a bucket of cold water:

"This is merely because they can restrain the dead, after all, in mythology, the Underworld possesses the authority to suppress the dead.

This limited ability, however, cannot suppress the Council of the Dead, as they are more than just one councilman. If several councilmen choose to attack head-on, how could a mere Sequence 6 hurt a Saint?"

As if to confirm his words, no sooner had he finished speaking than the screen in the magic mirror changed once again.

The other four councilmen of the dead, stationed in different sections of the underground city responsible for various defenses, had clearly sensed the upheaval and invasion in the core area. They had already transformed into swift dark shadows tearing through space to arrive at this main battlefield.

Upon seeing the scene before them, with the Yin Soldiers efficiently harvesting the dead corpses that their council had accumulated over thousands of years, the faces hidden under their hoods instantly filled with astonishment and uncontrollable rage.

"You who destroy my Realm of the Dead, deserve death!"

One of the newly arrived councilmen let out an anger-filled roar.

His withered hand swung suddenly, and the air was immediately filled with a large expanse of Yin Nether Mist, formed by countless malicious curses, spreading menacingly towards the orderly array of Yin Soldiers.

Where it passed, even the space seemed to corrode, emitting a sizzling lament.

This terrifying curse mist, enough to instantly kill a Sequence 5 Transcendent, had not yet truly touched the icy Nether Armor of the Yin Soldiers, when each of them suddenly reflected a brilliant golden light from within.

This golden light was not dazzling, yet seemed to contain some supreme Power of Rules. The raging Yin Nether Mist melted silently like snow under a blazing sun, leaving no trace behind.

"How is this possible?"

The councilman who acted almost popped his eyes out of his sockets, his face full of extraordinary shock.

The other four councilmen, including the initial one, also showed signs of astonishment.

Even the many Church strongmen observing the battle through the magic mirror within the Heretic Court were moved at this moment.

"That golden light... I seem to feel some kind of extremely exalted power, instantly dispelling those vicious curses," a Judgement Knight exclaimed softly.

"This power, though weak, holds immensely high Position," a Cardinal filled his gaze with unprecedented gravity, staring intently at the mirror, "Could it be from the legendary Emperor?"

In this mysterious version, the Great Dao is not apparent, and the Celestial Dao lies hidden in the mist. Naturally, these strongmen were unaware that the golden light was the merit of the Celestial Dao.

In the Apocalypse Version, their Yin Soldiers had been blessed by the Heavenly Dao Merit of the Human Emperor Banner, granted by the Apocalypse Celestial Dao.

The Celestial Dao Merit had a natural restraining effect on sinister and filthy methods. The Curse Power of mere Sequence 4 Saint level, before the resplendent Celestial Dao Merit, was utterly like shaking a tree like an ant trying to move it.

Failing to succeed with a single strike, not even breaking the opponent's defense, caused an ominous foreboding to rise simultaneously in the hearts of the councilmen, displaying hesitation on their faces involuntarily.

Yet the mysterious presence hidden behind the void fissures clearly gave them no chance for hesitation or further probing.

The second cold, merciless decree followed right after, resounding through the entire underground space:

"Form Array!"

With this command, the six thousand Yin Soldiers, who had been clearing the corpses of the dead as if harvesting, changed their actions instantaneously.

They no longer fought individually, but began to move in an extremely mysterious manner.

Numerous ghostly lights circulated among them, sketching out a complex and ancient Array Map.

The Nine Nether Yin Wind rose out of nowhere, carrying a bone-chilling chill that seemed to blow away one's soul directly. The Netherworld Fire ignited silently, with a dark red hue, seemingly low in temperature, yet exuding a terrifying aura capable of burning the soul and body.

"Buzz!"

With a low hum, a super Array covering the entire crypt hall instantly formed.

At the moment the great formation operated, this world seemed completely isolated, forming its own realm.

The Yin Wind howled, seeping into every corner directly impacting the Spirit Bodies, while the Nether Fire flickered, clinging like a bone maggot, incinerating all matter and energy.

Under the terrifying might of this formation, those members of the Council of the Dead below Sequence 5, and lower undead creatures, turned to ashes without even having time to scream.

Even those five Sequence 4 councilmen, in the core area where Yin Wind and Nether Fire interwove, felt unprecedentedly enormous pressure.

Under the sweep of the Yin Wind, their Spirit Bodies seemed about to be torn apart, forcing them to resist with full power.

The burning of the Nether Fire caused them immense suffering, as even defenses constructed from Death Energy were continuously eroded, suppressed, and pained howls resounded throughout the tomb.

"Damn! What Array is this!"

"Quick! Use the Sealed Objects, break out!"

Filled with shock and anger, the Saints all unleashed their extremely powerful Sealed Objects kept in the deepest corners of their posessions.

There was a Bone Staff emanating terrifying cold, a Crystal Ball capable of twisting space, and an ancient altar that could summon powerful wraiths...