Chapter 144: Piercing Hell! Your Laments, All for Me to Devour!

Su Ming dodges the battle aftershocks, his eyes refocus on the two figures whose clash tears heaven and earth.

Eye of Truth, discern!

He saw it!

In that hell shrouded by green aura and ink thunder.

Countless slender dark‑red threads continuously spill from those two guys.

Each clash of blade and spear, each roar, makes the threads thicker and brighter by a notch!

These threads not only refuse to fade, but are drawn, converging and flowing toward the same direction!

This scene…

Just like back at Li Jia'ao, where those Plague Pig Beasts turned into Blood Mist after death and were absorbed by the locust‑tree altar, a carbon copy!

"Dog thing, as expected you hide at the back to eat the feast!"

Su Ming felt a chill in his heart, and the direction instantly clarified.

Just follow these threads, and you can pull out the true terror hidden behind the Gate!

No longer any hesitation.

Swoosh—!

Su Ming, under the ever‑present killing‑aura gale, bears the clashing arms that shatter souls.

Rushing boldly toward the direction where the threads converge!

Must seize time!

But he had only taken a few steps.

"Roar—!"

The barren bone ground beneath his feet came alive!

Countless broken soldiers formed from blood‑qi and millennial grudges crawled out of the black‑blood‑soaked soil.

Wielding rusted weapons, they surged forward.

At the same time.

The earlier demonic sounds suddenly sharpened a hundredfold, exploding in his mind!

"My leg! My leg broke at Dingjun Mountain! Why is Xia Houyuan's head not on the merit list with my name!"

"So cold… the river water of Jingzhou is so cold… I see home, just across the river… Lady, open the door…"

"Northward campaign! Again northward! My wife ran off with someone! Why must I still risk my life for that incompetent Ah Dou!"

"My father was a Yellow Turban conscript, fought with Liu Bei for twenty years! He died at Dingjun Mountain shielding Huang Zhong from arrows; Huang Zhong was made a rear general, yet my father didn't even get a wooden plaque! Now people call us descendants of rebels—on what grounds! The blood we shed is no less than that of noble families!"

Immediately, the roar grew louder.

"Yun Chang! You guard Jingzhou with mighty troops, why didn't you save me! Why stand by as I die!"

"Zhang Fei! You brute! If you hadn't been drunk and killed by a foot soldier, why would the two brothers flee to Eastern Wu, leaving a stench for ten thousand years!"

This hell, from top to bottom, from generals to soldiers.

Every speck of dust is soaked with blame, resentment, and unwillingness!

Su Ming's facial muscles twitched hard.

He stopped his steps.

Not driven by this overwhelming grievance.

But because it was noisy…

…a bit annoying!

He slowly raised his head.

The eyes under the Lingren Score burned with indifferent ghostly fire, sweeping over the boundless tide of resentful souls.

"All of you, shut the fuck up!"

Su Ming grasped the Soul Dagger horizontally.

"It's been a thousand years, still not noisy enough?!"

The endless negative emotions froze.

But the next moment, even crazier, tore him into fragments!

"Instead of blaming each other in this hell, better become my slain souls under the blade, becoming the steps for me to ascend the pinnacle!"

Your mournful songs, all for me to devour!

Su Ming transformed into a jet‑black streak of light, several times more ferocious than before, and boldly crashed into the tide of soldiers!

Crack crack crack—!

Where the blade passes, resentful souls fall like wheat, limbs flying sideways.

Soul Dagger's growth progress skyrockets wildly, black aura trembles!

Soul Dagger growth progress: 6127/

Soul Dagger growth progress: 6213/

Just after he pierced through countless layers of blood soldiers, the ground violently trembled.

A skeletal giant assembled from countless bones and broken weapons rose from the earth.

The massive wolf‑tooth club in its hand raised a space‑rending gale, bearing ten‑thousand‑jin force, and slammed down with a roar!

"Clang—!"

Su Ming's horizontal dagger block delivered a mountain‑crushing force!

Crack!

The arm guard, already riddled with cracks, shattered on the spot.

He was struck by that massive force, his knees sinking deep into the ground!

"Roar—!"

The skeletal giant roared, raising its spiked club again!

"Damn it!"

Su Ming's eyes hardened, he advanced instead of retreating.

He pulled his feet out of the earth, braced against the howling evil wind, and slammed straight into the skeletal giant's embrace!

Soul Dagger rose from below upward.

Ssshh!

The skeletal giant was split in two by him, collapsing with a roar.

But Su Ming didn't get a chance to catch his breath.

"Roar—!!!"

A roar more ferocious than before, a dragon's howl, sounded from the far horizon!

Su Ming's pupils contracted sharply as he looked up.

He saw a sky filled with bone dust, along with countless corpses, shattered armor, and broken weapons on the ground.

In an instant they gathered into a blood-colored long dragon dozens of meters long, formed entirely of bones and resentful spirits!

Its pale dragon bone was clearly visible, and two dim red ghost fires burned in its eye sockets.

Each breath expelled a strong corrosive foul wind!

"Damn! A real dragon!"

Su Ming was not surprised but delighted; his battle spirit was fully ignited.

"Compared to Xiao Heizi, what the hell are you, some little Karami!"

He pushed off the ground, launching himself like a cannonball, deliberately charging at the skeletal blood dragon!

"Clang—!"

Soul Dagger slammed down on the blood dragon's head, emitting a harsh clash of metal, sparks flying everywhere!

This dragon head, forged from countless soldiers' bones, was harder than imagined, leaving only a white scar!

"Roar!"

The skeletal blood dragon, in pain, ripped its spiked tail through the air, sweeping forward!

Bang!

Too fast, couldn't dodge!

Su Ming was yanked by the massive force and hurled backward, crashing heavily onto the ground!

Before he could get up.

Tick—!

A drop of cold, viscous liquid fell onto his Lingren Score.

He reached out and wiped it away.

His hand was covered in black blood!

Splash—

The sky opened up, pouring down a torrential blood rain!

Each drop contained venomous resentment and curses, hissing as it hit, emitting plumes of black smoke.

"Dammit!"

Su Ming felt something.

This thing could corrode his equipment, weaken its power, and even erode his flesh.

If it weren't for Decay's Mark shielding most of the negative effects...

He wouldn't even know if he could stay conscious standing!

"Damn!"

Su Ming let out a low growl, ignoring the damage to his gear, and surged again toward the skeletal blood dragon roaring amidst the blood rain.

One man versus one dragon, the fight continued in this blood‑rain hell!

He lost track of how long it had been.

Su Ming was drenched in blood, all his Epic-level gear nearly shattered.

He knelt on one knee, gasping heavily, his chest heaving.

And behind him.

That arrogant skeletal blood dragon...

Had already been torn apart into a pile of broken bones!

"Really damn strong…"

But he had no time to rest, muttering a complaint.

Dragging his battered body, he kept moving forward.

He finally saw.

Ahead, the Blood Mist and murderous aura suddenly thinned.

A low earthen mound appeared at the edge of his sight.

On the mound there were no monsters, no altar.

Only solitary earth burial mounds.

In front of the mounds, there were no tombstones.

Only the tattered clothing and armor, broken weapons, are carelessly discarded, wrapped in an ominous black aura.

Su Ming's pupils contracted.

This is…

Clothing and Crown Tomb!

It is the final solace erected for those soldiers who fell on the battlefield, their bodies never recovered!

But now, these Clothing and Crown Tombs that should let heroic souls rest…

have all been ripped open from the middle, and the Tokens inside are carelessly scattered!

Who could be so deranged?!

Even stripping the dead of their final dignity?!

"Damn it!"

A surge of resentment rose from deep within Su Ming.

His gaze followed the converging dark‑red threads and landed on the very center of this desecrated Clothing and Crown Tomb.

There.

There is no terrifying demon god.

Only a rust‑stained, cracked weapon that seems ready to shatter at the slightest touch…

Dark green long spear!

It stands alone, slanted into the black soil soaked with blood.

Quiet as a piece of trash forgotten for a thousand years.

Yet the countless dark‑red threads are being endlessly devoured by it.

It is like an insatiably greedy monster, crazily siphoning power, loyalty, and the centuries‑long resentment and grudges!

This…

is the source!

"But why…"

Su Ming was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

"Why… would it be a spear?"