Chapter 570: Crisis Piling Upon Crisis

A massive spatial channel suddenly tore open in the air.

Lightning thundered and blazed within the Human World.

Not just the Shenxia Empire. The entire Human World was enveloped in dazzling bolts of lightning that wove together into a colossal, shell-like shape.

It was the Human World’s protective shield.

And now, someone was trying to shatter it from the outside and launch an invasion.

“They’re here!” Bai Yiyuan roared.

Meng Anwen moved even faster. The Shenxia Tower flared to life, its surface covered in countless glowing runes.

Under his control, the tower rumbled endlessly, sending ripples that distorted space.

As one of the Shenxia Empire’s three divine towers, and a legendary-grade weapon, the Shenxia Tower specialized in controlling formations.

In terms of offensive might, it was ranked only second to the Demon Extermination Tower.

But, the Demon Extermination Tower was currently masterless, so no one could unleash its full power.

With Meng Anwen’s mastery, the Shenxia Tower unleashed 80% to 90% of its full power.

Bolts of lightning surged toward the tower, which acted as a conduit, channeling their fury into the spatial channel.

The spatial channel trembled, twisting under the onslaught.

Then came a roar from within the spatial channel.

Every God-level expert present felt their hearts sink.

Bai Yiyuan’s expression darkened, “Madness… they’ve drawn Dreadbeasts here!”

Ning Tairan’s face was grim, “Who would be this crazy? The Dragon Emperor or the Demon Emperor?”

Feng Chang’an growled, “Whoever it is, the price must not have been small. Truly insane.”

Contrary to everyone’s expectation, the spatial channel did not connect to the Dragonkind World or the Abyss. It led to the Dreadland.

Dreadbeast auras aura poured out from the spatial channel. Even the Shenxia Tower’s continuous lightning strikes could not stop it; only slow it.

Everyone knew what this meant. Dreadbeasts were nearly impossible to kill, hence their grave expressions.

If even one breached into the Human World, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Far away in the Dragonkind World, the Dragon Emperor stood above the void like a dreadful deity.

His terrifying power freely spread throughout the entire Dragonkind World.

On the land below him, an enormous formation was in operation.

The Dragon Emperor laughed wildly, “Human fools… why would I dirty my own hands?”

“All I need to do is open a channel between the Dreadland and your world. After that… all I have to do is simply sit back and enjoy the show.”

Within the formation, a massive spatial channel had taken shape, linking the Dreadland and the Human World.

Boom!

Lightning burst from the void, striking the Dragon Emperor.

His laughter halted abruptly, and he spat blood.

Forcing open a spatial channel between two worlds, especially one connected to the Human Realm, came with a severe backlash.

This was precisely why the Demon Emperor had refused to come personally: the price was too steep.

Bolt after bolt of lightning descended, each infused with the dense law force, tearing into the Dragon Emperor and causing him to spit more blood.

Yet he refused to relent, maintaining both the formation and the spatial channel.

In moments, he was drenched in blood, yet his expression only grew more savage.

Despite the terrifying sight, his injuries weren’t severe. A price like this was perfectly acceptable.

“That arrow from 1,000 years ago… this time, I’ll have my revenge!”

“First I’ll destroy the humans, then annihilate the Abyssal Demons! Demon Emperor, you’re next!”

His laughter grew increasingly frenzied, shaking the heavens.

…

The Dreadbeast auras intensified, and unless than a minute, the chilling aura had spread out.

In the pitch-black spatial channel, faint radiances appeared—lantern-like eyes of the Dreadbeasts.

Meng Anwen drove the Shenxia Tower with everything he had, though he was reaching his limit.

Bai Yiyuan and the others stood ready.

Roar!

With a thunderous bellow, a colossal head emerged.

“Attack!” Bai Yiyuan roared, hurling his fist forward.

The blow shook the heavens and earth, warping space itself.

Ning Tairan unleashed a multicolored orb—small in size but bursting with immense elemental power.

Feng Chang’an swung his sword, slicing a black line through space. The strike seemed subdued, yet its force was terrifying.

Mo Xinghai’s Unicorn opened its jaws and fired a beam of light straight into the Dreadbeast’s head.

Everyone unleashed their full power without reservation.

The Dreadbeast’s head was nearly blown apart; with a miserable howl, it retreated into the spatial channel.

But no one felt relief.

There wasn’t just one Dreadbeast. For every one they repelled, a second, and then a third, followed.

They could only drive the Dreadbeasts back; killing them was still beyond reach.

Sure enough, a second head thrust out, then a third, then a fourth.

One after another, Dreadbeasts surged forward.

“We can’t let them through!”

“Hold the line! The spatial channel won’t last forever! Drive them all back!”

“Old Meng, give it everything you’ve got! Try to destroy the spatial channel!”

Their shouts were filled with desperation. If the Dreadbeasts broke into the Human World, it would be a true catastrophe.

Meng Anwen was already trying to collapse the spatial channel, but it was unbelievably tough, almost unbreakable.

As more Dreadbeasts emerged, the pressure faced by everyone mounted.

From within the darkness of the spatial channel, countless glowing eyes flickered.

The Dreadbeasts were squeezed together, making them incredibly difficult to repel.

Then, with a flash of white light, a surge of soul force flowed into everyone’s bodies.

Their souls felt as if bathed in a clear spring, feeling refreshed, their anxiety fading.

At this moment, Lin Moyu stood shrouded in white radiance. He had reached level 69.

The soul force remained abundant, but he could no longer continue absorbing it.

If he continued, he would likely break through to level 70—the threshold of third class awakening.

But now was not the time.

Antares had warned him to stop at level 69 and return to the core area to meet him, claiming this had something to do with his potential to become a Transcendent God-level powerhouse.

Lin Moyu didn’t dare disregard the instruction. He halted his own advancement and instead channeled the remaining soul force into Meng Anwen and the others.

The infusion of soul force hit them like a powerful stimulant.

The collapsing front stabilized once again.

But as the swarm of Dreadbeasts continued to multiply, their strength began to falter.

With a sharp hum from the Soul Millstone, the Soul Fusion Grand Formation shifted once more.

All the Soul Devouring Beasts across the Shenxia Empire had been wiped out, with not a single one remaining.

Lin Moyu no longer needed to divide his focus controlling the Soul Millstone.

Now, he only had to channel the soul force out of it.

Taking himself as the epicenter, he simply had to continuously supply the soul force to everyone.

This freed up a portion of his mental focus.

Above, lightning roared without end, writhing like a nest of serpents across the blackened sky.

Another spatial channel tore open.

From within, Abyssal Fire blazed fiercely. Through the churning flames emerged a vast and magnificent palace, engulfed in dark green fire, its presence eerie and oppressive.

Beneath it, a chained Dragon King roared in agony.

“The Demon Emperor!” Feng Chang’an’s exclaimed.

The Dreadbeasts were still rampaging, and now the Demon Emperor had arrived.

Crisis piled upon crisis. One disaster after another, until everything threatened to spiral beyond control.

The Demon Emperor’s Palace looked into view, its chains swaying, hurling the Dragon King forward.

Abyssal Fire erupted, devouring flesh and soul alike. The Dragon King’s dying screamed miserably, his power fueling the spatial channel itself.

Lightning split the heavens as human defenses struck back, but every blast shattered uselessly against the Demon Emperor’s Palace.

The Demon Emperor’s Palace was not merely the dwelling of the Demon Emperor, but also an extremely powerful weapon.

A booming laughter echoed from within, and a massive hand thrust out through the spatial channel, reaching for the Soul Millstone.

The Demon Emperor sought to seize it, to claim all the soul force within.

Lin Moyu’s will surged, and his undead army appeared in an instant.

A storm of dark wind swept the land as a colossal throne of bones materialized.

Though Lin Moyu had leveled up several times, his undead army still numbered the same it did when he was level 66.

At this time, 70,000 skeletons formed a colossal Skeletal King.

Before all eyes, the 20-meter-tall Skeletal King rose from the throne of bones.

The rune on the back of Lin Moyu’s left hand flared with radiant light as he activated the Enhance Troops skill.

The Skeletal King’s aura exploded outward, its power breaking past the limits, ascending straight to God-level.