Chapter 387: The Earth Crisis That Spans Eras

Chat Group: A Loving Family of One Clan (Online: 33 members).

Brother Ming Hou: Family, the situation is critical; right now I need the support of every member's bloodline power. Cast aside hesitation, offer up your faith, and climb the peak of the arena with me. The merit of this battle will forge our clan's eternal glory for ten thousand generations and be recorded in player history... Follow me, fight!

Outsider: Lord of Fate, after all that talk, you just want money, don't you? (Eating dirt and slamming the table.jpg).

Outsider: So how much do you need this time? Just name the number; here's a screenshot of my balance, take what you want. If it's too much, I don't have a single coin extra, and I can't conjure any out of thin air. (Balance screenshot) (Explorer pressing palms together.jpg).

Gahawa Miracle: Lord of Fate, if I weren't afraid you'd pull the network cable, I'd have thoughts of betraying the clan. You demand a sum every few days; no matter how much money we make, we can't withstand you plucking us like this. You said early investment would lead to sudden wealth, yet I haven't seen a single hair, while sacrificial power runs to you sum after sum. I can barely hold on; I want to become stronger! (Explorer bursting into tears.jpg)

Emperor Zhao's Big Brother's Dog: So this is the clan's foundation; more accurately, we are merely part of the foundation in the Lord of Fate's eyes. Essentially, there's no difference between this and some races capturing outsiders as beasts of burden to mine underground; we can only be plucked. Forgive me for being too harsh, but Lord of Fate, please restrain yourself. You do the showing off, and we do the paying. Can we still live like this? Why not change the group name to "The Beast of Burden Exchange Group for the Dragon Sparrow Lord of Fate"?

After blocking the display of chat group content in the livestream room, Brother Ming Hou sent a message to his clansmen.

The very next second, replies full of complaints from the clansmen flooded in.

But despite the complaints and jests, the clansmen's transfers showed not a moment's hesitation.

One after another, fiery challenger notifications rang out in Brother Ming Hou's mind.

They quickly converged into a considerably substantial sum.

Though the clansmen complained vociferously, their hearts were clear as mirrors.

They all knew Brother Ming Hou was at the most critical point of challenging for a 15-win streak in the Death Arena; this was the moment he needed resource support the most.

Every portion of sacrificial power could potentially transform into a combat power boost at the final moment.

Beyond loyalty to the Lord of Fate, doing this was also for the future of the entire clan.

They could all see through Brother Ming Hou's layout; clearly, he intended to learn from the Gold Coin Chamber of Commerce to gain influence on the forum.

The core purpose of challenging the Ancient God Arena lay in this as well.

This intangible rise in reputation and popularity would bring developmental opportunities and room for cooperation in the future far beyond what the sacrificial power invested now could measure.

Therefore, every "investment" they paid was paving the way for a broader future for the clan.

In the future, they too could get a share of the spoils.

So, once the complaining ended, not a single coin of the sacrificial power owed was withheld.

On the other side, within the Death Arena.

The preparation room.

Watching the rapidly accumulating sacrificial power figures and those insincere complaints from his clansmen, the corner of Brother Ming Hou's mouth curled upward.

Although he still had sacrificial power in storage, that was special funds designated for the early-stage investment in constructing the Fate Casino.

Previously, he had already misappropriated some of it to challenge the Ancient God Arena.

As for the remaining portion, he would rather fail the challenge than easily use it again.

This concerned an important industrial layout for the clan's future; no loss could be tolerated.

Therefore, he could only seek assistance from his clansmen.

The clansmen's performance once again proved the importance of having a reliable clan as a backing, which left him very satisfied.

Without hesitation, he immediately summoned the Exchange Hall interface and began bulk purchasing Evolution Pills that could directly raise Soul Rank levels.

Sacrificial power flowed away like water, subsequently transforming into the most direct power injected into the Star Veins within his body.

Before long, accompanied by a surge of vigorous energy flowing and condensing within his body.

His primary soul, the Eagle-Headed Demon, successfully advanced one level; his perception and control over elements rose accordingly, and his spiritual energy became more condensed and vigorous.

"Pity... the number of clansmen qualified as players is still too small; the speed of earning sacrificial power is ultimately limited," Brother Ming Hou sighed slightly in his heart.

This was the limit of what could be improved in a short time.

Next, he modified his Star Vein configuration.

His previous Star Vein configuration focused on efficient harvesting, but the difficulty of the next arena challenge was too high; he needed to embed powerful souls suitable for one-on-one duels.

Having completed the Star Vein modification, he took a deep breath, suppressed all distracting thoughts in his heart, and his eyes held only absolute focus.

Raising his head, he looked at the empty ceiling of the room and spoke in a calm tone:

"Barbarian slave, I wish to initiate the 15-win challenge."

"As you wish." A cold voice rang out in his mind as expected.

The next second, spatial teleportation runes quickly sketched themselves beneath his feet.

Accompanying this was an intense sensation of weightlessness as space rapidly shifted.

When Brother Ming Hou regained his footing, he found himself in a complex environment.

There was no sky here, no earth, and not even a clear sense of direction.

All around was an boundless, slowly flowing dark current of the void.

Countless shattered mirror surfaces floated around like islands, varying in size, reflecting bizarre, twisted, and shifting scenes.

Silence was the main theme here.

The information presented in his mind indicated this was the final ultimate challenge of the Death Arena: the Void Arena.

The scene's characteristics were an extremely unstable spatial structure, with mirrors distorting perception.

But in Brother Ming Hou's view, this scene posed no threat.

After all, the Eagle-Headed Demon's rule perception could not be influenced by scenes crafted by the Ancient God Clan.

At this moment, he raised his head; on a mirror surface a hundred meters ahead, an energy-based illusory figure also manifested.

It was a slender and tall figure, entirely translucent with a dark blue hue; after scanning with perception, he discovered its body was woven from pure shadow energy.

Its Iron Face lacked clear features; in its two hands, it each gripped a uniquely shaped weapon.

The weapons were likewise composed of highly condensed energy, their forms constantly fluctuating.

At times they condensed into short swords, at other times they leaped unpredictably like twisted lightning; the shifting blade edges emitted black sharpness.

Brother Ming Hou activated his analysis and swept it over.

Immediately, relevant information about the target floated into his mind.

[Nightmare Thorn (Void Light Clan)]:

Hunting Level: 152

Target Introduction: A Void Light Clan Reaper. This clan masters the dual rules of light and shadow, walking in the gaps between light and dark, specializing in distorting the environment to conceal their forms and assassinate targets. "Nightmare Thorn" is one of the best among them; the "Void Light Twin Blades" in its hands can easily tear through spatial stability and ignore conventional flesh-and-blood defenses. Its hunting records include many powerful creatures far stronger than itself; it regards killing as art and enjoys watching targets collapse in confusion and disarray.

Seeing the opponent's hunting level, Brother Ming Hou immediately felt the situation was tricky.

This was also an assassin-type unit, not easy to deal with.

When the suspended arena token vanished.

The very next instant, a pitch-black short blade that absorbed all light had silently arrived beside Brother Ming Hou's temple.

There was no sound of wind, no energy fluctuation, not even a hint of killing intent; only an extremely cold aura of death.

Brother Ming Hou's pupils contracted sharply.

The opponent's speed had reached a limit surpassing visual capture.

Without the slightest hesitation, it decisively activated its Extreme Speed trait.

In the instant before the blade tip was about to touch his skin.

His head tilted slightly with a margin of error measured in mere millimeters.

Swish!

The pitch-black short blade grazed his skin, raising a faint current of air that stirred a few strands of silver hair on his forehead.

Bone-chilling cold slapped against his cheek, scraping out a bloody mark.

Having missed with one strike, Nightmare Thorn did not linger in battle; it instantly retreated, its figure flickering before vanishing without a trace.

Brother Ming Hou snorted coldly and lightly stomped his right foot on the mirror surface beneath him.

Hum!

Centered on his foot, an invisible spatial ripple instantly spread outwards, sweeping across a radius of a thousand meters.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The mirror surfaces swept by the spatial ripple, regardless of size, were instantly covered with a layer of frost on their surfaces.

The smooth mirror surfaces became rough; after the environment changed.

Nightmare Thorn, which had merged into the environment, suddenly froze; its concealment effect was instantly broken, revealing its slender form shrouded in shadow.

Nightmare Thorn's reaction was also extremely fast; its figure blurred again, attempting a short-distance shadow leap.

But Brother Ming Hou's attack combination was faster.

His ten fingers moved rapidly in the air as if playing an instrument!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Plumes composed of "Fiery Yang" energy materialized out of thin air, covering all shadow areas and footholds where Nightmare Thorn might leap.

In an instant, it was as if ten thousand arrows were fired simultaneously.

The plumes rained down like drops.

Nightmare Thorn's form was forced to reveal itself again; it awkwardly dodged the plumes, its rhythm of movement disrupted.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Brother Ming Hou's silver eyes blazed with brilliant light.

He joined his fingers like a sword and pointed mid-air toward the direction where Nightmare Thorn stood.

Fiery wind gathered, transforming into invisible chains.

Combined with the "Bind" trait, the space surrounding Nightmare Thorn instantly became as hard as steel, forcing its body into a stiffened state.

Although this confinement could only last for an extremely short time, for Brother Ming Hou, it was already enough.

His eyes snapped wide open.

Instantly, an invisible, formless wave of mental oscillation, moving faster than sound, slammed into the restrained E'Ci in a split second.

Pu!

The shadow shield on E'Ci's body tore like paper, the force of the mental shockwave penetrating directly through its form.

E'Ci's body convulsed violently, feeling its consciousness being frantically torn and resonated by an invisible force.

While feeling dizzy and blurred, a fissure split open across its chest, spraying a clump of blood that turned into ice crystals mid-air.

As the sensation of restraint dissipated, it prepared to depart.

At that moment, the inescapable state of rigidity manifested once more, locking it firmly in place again.

At this moment, Brother Ming Hou was also under immense pressure.

The opponent's life intensity was extremely high; continuously releasing restraints had consumed too much mental energy.

No amplification items could be used in the Dou Hun Arena, otherwise the supervising Champion Fighter would intervene.

Once his mental energy was exhausted, he would be instantly killed by E'Ci.

Facing the completely restrained E'Ci, Brother Ming Hou decisively struck again.

A speck of ink-colored fire spark, conducted by the "Restraint" characteristic, quietly emerged on E'Ci's chest before erupting with a boom.

It instantly transformed into a mass of annihilating ink flames that devoured everything, completely engulfing E'Ci's body.

Mental energy continued to be consumed.

E'Ci let out a silent scream within the ink flames, its body rapidly charring and carbonizing like burning paper, finally turning into flying ash that dissipated within the Void Mirror Domain.

From E'Ci launching its attack to being thoroughly counter-killed, the entire process took merely ten-odd seconds.

Brother Ming Hou had stood firmly in place without moving his feet half a step, yet he completely crushed an extremely dangerous E'Ci warrior of the 14-win tier.

Yet Brother Ming Hou's expression did not relax; instead, it became extremely grave.

The perception granted by the Eagle-Headed Demon allowed him to clearly see that within the flying ash burned away by the ink flames, a point of pure, extreme light was rapidly gestating and expanding.

Whoosh!

Just then, a pillar of blazing white light erupted from the ash; as the light scattered, E'Ci's figure actually reappeared completely unharmed.

Only its appearance had changed drastically.

Its originally semi-transparent, dark-blue body had transformed into a form composed purely of blinding white light.

The pair of void-light dual blades in its hand had also become a pair of leaping blazing white light whips, radiating a scorching, violent aura that was the complete opposite of its previous cold and deathly silence.

Brother Ming Hou suddenly understood the meaning of "Light and Shadow Twin-Born Rule" from the analysis.

The rule granted E'Ci two life forms, each existing in a different space.

The instant the shadow form was killed was the moment the light form awakened, descending to replace the shadow form.

Its aura was even more powerful and violent than before.

If this were in the outside world, upon encountering an unbeatable opponent, the other life could choose to flee quickly or launch a fatal sneak attack.

But in the Dou Hun Arena, even this other life had to manifest and fight according to the rules here.

Wanting to escape was futile, as there was nowhere to go.

Facing E'Ci in its second form,

Brother Ming Hou hesitated not a bit, raising his hand to point from afar.

But E'Ci moved with even greater speed.

Shoo!

It instantly transformed into a straight, blazing white ray, abandoning its eerie assassination tactics for a violent frontal assault.

Wherever it passed, the surrounding mirrors were vaporized by high temperatures.

Brother Ming Hou's pupils constricted sharply; he raised his hand to trace spatial array patterns beneath his feet and flashed to the left.

Boom!!!

The mirror surface where he had just been standing was struck directly by the blazing white light whip, instantly exploding into countless molten fragments.

The terrifying shockwave instantly sent Brother Ming Hou, who was in the midst of a spatial leap, flying backward.

While mid-air, Brother Ming Hou forcibly twisted his body and pushed both hands forward.

Instantly, a thick crystal-rock shield and a rotating water-vortex shield overlapped and generated in an instant.

Almost at the same moment the shields formed, E'Ci's figure appeared like a phantom directly in front of him, its dual whips coiling and killing like venomous snakes.

Pa!

Crack!

The crystal-rock shield lasted only an instant before shattering with a boom.

The water-vortex shield twisted violently, barely deflecting part of the light whip's force, but the residual impact still slammed heavily into the wind-of-evil wall gathering before Brother Ming Hou.

Pu!

A sweet taste rose in Brother Ming Hou's throat, and his body flew backward at an even faster speed.

He crashed heavily into a huge floating mirror, cracking it with a spiderweb pattern.

There was no time to catch his breath at all; E'Ci's pursuit had already arrived.

At this moment, E'Ci had completely abandoned defense, transforming into a violent blazing white storm, its whips lashing frantically as countless scorching light rays covered every possible space Brother Ming Hou could dodge to like a driving wind and rain.

Fatal light filled the sky, reflected in Brother Ming Hou's pupils, yet his expression remained calm.

Borrowing the wind-of-evil enveloping his form to constantly shift sideways, his hands danced frantically at a speed that dazzled the eye.

Sheet after sheet of ice mirrors condensed instantly before him, only to be instantly shattered by the light whips.

Wall after wall of earth appeared out of thin air, only to be instantly vaporized and reduced to earth-element particles that dissipated.

Even twisted spatial barriers were torn apart by violent energy the moment they formed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions echoed incessantly within the Void Arena, light flashing violently.

Brother Ming Hou was like a small boat in a storm; every block and dodge was perilous to the width of a hair.

Before the violent E'Ci, he was completely suppressed.

He could only rely on an endless stream of elemental manipulation methods and combat instincts to struggle desperately.

Several times, the scorching light whip grazed vital points like his neck and heart, the high-temperature burn causing his skin to sting.

During this, one white ray penetrated the triple defense he had hastily erected, leaving a charred hole in his shoulder blade, sending sharp pain shooting through him.

But Brother Ming Hou's eyes were cold; the severe pain only made his mind clearer.

Although E'Ci in its light form attacked violently, it had lost the concealment and eerie transformation abilities of its shadow form, making its attack patterns singular.

Although, while in close quarters, he found it difficult to find an opportunity to release the Restraint characteristic.