Chapter 394

"That's right."

Ke Luo's time cracks began to fluctuate actively:

"The warm-up tournament is about to begin, and this is the best opportunity to probe."

Nari has always fought alone and has never cultivated an established legion.

In battles conducted by subordinate legions, this disadvantage of hers will be exposed without reservation."

"Then, our goal is very clear."

Kan Pu Si concluded, his body parts beginning to move synchronously, showing a unified will:

"Use the opportunity of the warm-up tournament to thoroughly probe Nari's true strength.

If she is really just strong on the outside and weak on the inside, having obtained some superficial power improvement, then take the opportunity to severely damage her forces and re-establish the power order."

"If she has indeed obtained some kind of new power..."

Ke Luo took over the conversation, time cracks expanding wildly around him:

"Then we must find the source of this power and find a way to use it for ourselves."

"There is one more question to consider."

De Lai Er's voice became cautious:

"The attitude of the supreme apostles toward this matter. If Nari has really obtained some kind of special power, those old guys couldn't have failed to notice."

"This is indeed a risk."

Kan Pu Si's spatial perception began to probe deeper into the Abyss:

"But according to my observation, the supreme apostles have all been busy with a large project recently.

The energy fluctuations in the Soul Abyss are extremely intense; it looks like they are preparing for some unprecedented ritual."

"This might be our opportunity."

Ke Luo thought thoughtfully:

"If those old guys are too busy to care about the small movements in the fifth layer for the time being, we have enough time to deal with Nari's problem."

The wills of the three apostles began to converge, and the energy fluctuations in the space became coordinated.

They all understood that when facing a variable with unknown strength, the best strategy is to unite.

"Then, let's start formulating a specific action plan."

Kan Pu Si's multiple voices sounded simultaneously:

"The warm-up tournament will start in half a month, and we have enough time to perfect the plan."

In the deep darkness, the low laughter of several apostles sounded intermittently.

………………

Sixth layer of the Abyss, the core area of the Labyrinth Domain.

In the center of this chaos stood a breathtaking giant building — the Chaos Arena.

The arena itself was a work of art, condensed from pure chaotic energy.

From the outside, it looked like a blooming flower of steel.

But each "petal" was an independent space segment, carrying spectator seats from different layers of the Abyss.

These space segments rotated slowly, occasionally overlapping, allowing spectators from different areas to "visit" and communicate.

Luo En observed all this through the perspective of the substitute puppet via consciousness connection.

As one of the contestants, the puppet was currently standing in the preparation area at the edge of the arena, surrounded by powerful auras that made one's heart palpitate.

"Truly an impressive building..."

He sighed in his heart, while activating "Extraordinary Identification" to analyze the energy structure around him.

The stability of the entire arena relied entirely on the spider figure suspended at the highest point — the clone of "Void Spider" Ma Genusi.

Countless almost transparent threads extended from his body, weaving into a huge spider web covering the entire arena.

This web maintained the stability of the spatial structure and monitored the movements of every participant.

"A very special way of control..."

Luo En carefully analyzed the characteristics of these threads through the puppet's perception:

"Each thread is an independent information transmission channel, capable of real-time feedback on all changes in the arena. And..."

He noticed deeper details.

Those threads were not just monitoring tools, but precise spatial anchors.

Once a situation beyond control occurred, Ma Genusi could instantly cut off the spatial connection of a certain area, isolating the danger within the smallest range.

"This level of spatial manipulation..." He muttered to himself: "The strength of the supreme apostles is indeed beyond imagination."

Just then, Ma Genusi's voice spread throughout the arena through spiritual fluctuations:

"Welcome to the 127th Abyss Warm-up Tournament, rulers of the Abyss!"

The voice contained a strong sense of coercion; even the ferocious mutant species in the spectator seats couldn't help but tuck their tails.

"Today, eighteen legions will compete, and the winner will obtain priority in the official ranking battle!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire arena erupted with deafening roars.

Luo En felt this primitive fanaticism originating from the depths of the Abyss through the puppet's senses.

Various Abyss creatures sat in the spectator seats:

There were dragon-type mutants covered in metal scales, spitting not fire, but corrosive acid;

Multi-headed monsters with dozens of eyes, each head roaring at different frequencies;

And some existences that completely transcended biological cognition.

Their forms constantly changed in the observer's line of sight, as if reality could not bear their true appearance.

"Let us welcome the first participating legion — 'Silent Saint' De Lai Er's 'Doomsday Gospel Group'!"

Accompanied by Ma Genusi's introduction, the space on one side of the arena began to twist.

A crack burning with black flames slowly tore open, and a hair-raising team walked out from it.

Leading them were six fallen archangels, but they had completely lost the holiness that angels should have.

The wings that were once as white as snow had now rotted into bat-like membrane wings, covered in pustules and parasites.

The originally beautiful and holy faces were now twisted like the worst demons, with fires of hatred for the divine burning in their eye sockets.

They wore tattered holy robes, and the holy emblems on their chests had long been inverted, becoming symbols of blasphemy.

"De Lai Er..."

Luo En carefully observed the legion of this apostle through the puppet's perspective, having a deeper understanding of the complexity of the Abyss:

"To be able to make angels fall to this extent, this kind of spiritual control technique..."

Following behind the fallen angels were the twisted souls of hundreds of once-devout religious figures.

Priests, paladins, nuns, missionaries... they were all servants of light during their lifetimes, but now they had become the perfect irony of faith.

These souls burned with an unquenchable fire of revenge, which was anger and betrayal toward the god they once believed in.

The Abyss creatures in the spectator seats erupted with roars of praise.

In the values of the Abyss, this perfect subversion of light and holiness is the highest form of art.

"De Lai Er's legion is always so... poetic."

An evaluation came from a certain "poet" in the spectator seats.

It rolled the human head in its palm, its tone carrying obvious appreciation:

"Look at the despair in the eyes of those angels; they are simply living works of art."

"Hiss hiss... I prefer the expressions of those priests."

Another voice flicked its tongue and took over: "That complete denial of their former faith is crueler than any torture."

Ma Genusi's voice sounded again: "Next, let us welcome 'Rift Demon' Kan Pu Si's 'Dimensional Rift'!"