Chapter 1580: Killing In The Spirit World (1/2)
BOOM!
A spatial altar made of cyan jade suddenly exploded as the evil god of bloodlust approached it.
The altar connected to the Seven Stars Realm Sea, through which a large number of Netherspirits from the Void World could pour in at any time.
It was also the means through which the Phantasms were going to evacuate their withering ancestral land and start their new lives in the Void World.
The Phantasms in the Nether Realm stood aghast upon seeing the evil gods destroy the spatial altar upon their arrival. “What...?”
These were the evil gods they had worshiped for generation after generation. They assumed that since they had been Netherspirits in their previous lives, they should preside over justice for them after their resurrection.
However, they clearly hadn’t expected them to go directly against the Netherspirits upon their return.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The mountainous evil gods flew out one after another, giving rise to loud whooshes. Residual Nether Qi in every corner of the Nether Realm was summoned by them.
Barbara and the Netherspirits from the Void World had become their targets.
“Traitors! You despicable traitors!” Barbara, who had lost the Spirit Scepter, screamed as she flew away to avoid them without hesitation.
The moment the evil gods had arrived, she had realized that they had become entirely different from when she had met them in the Domain of Endless Snow.
She was merely the soul of the Spirit Scepter. If she had still controlled the Spirit Scepter, perhaps she would have been able to make the evil gods apprehensive.
However, now that she had lost it, she was nothing to the five evil gods.
Seeing the evil god of fear charging towards him covered in sharp thorns and with icy killing intent in his eyes, one of the Netherspirits became scared, and hastily called out, “Lords! We’re from the Void World, just as you are!”
“I’ve killed quite a few of my own kind,” the evil god of fear said in the Netherspirits’ ancient, genuine language. “These Phantasms are our master’s descendants. They carry his bloodline, which is the noblest of all! How dare you filthy ones mess with them in the place of my master’s choice! You shall all die!”
The evil god of fear spoke in a rhythmic manner, as if it were delivering a death sentence with a low chant.
His sharp bone hand slashed across the dim void like a cyan glowing blade, leaving a trail of icy cyan light. Then, the begging Netherspirit was cut in half and exploded with a boom.
His blood, shattered bones, and chunks of flesh rained down, filling the void with a strong bloody smell.
“Lords!” the other Netherspirits howled in panic upon seeing this.
“In the name of our master, we will guard the Nether Realm and protect his descendants!” The five evil gods spoke together, like chanting in a low voice in the ancient Netherspirit language. By doing this, they seemed to be declaring their loyalty to Grand Monarch Heavenly Spirit, who had died many millennia ago.
Then, they chased all of the Netherspirits, who had come from the Void World to take over the Phantasms as their inferiors.
Every few seconds, a Netherspirit was caught and exploded, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Barbara was no exception. Caught by the evil god of despair, she even blurted her identity as the soul of the Spirit Scepter. But still, she was annihilated, body and soul.
All of the Phantasms were dumbstruck by the unbelievable turn of events.
This killing was between the five evil gods, who they had worshiped for generations, and emissaries of the Netherspirits, who claimed to be the origin of their bloodline. They had profound connections with both of them, and couldn’t afford to offend either side.
The old female Phantasm was at a loss for a long while before saying, “All of the Netherspirit emissaries are dead. The spatial altar is destroyed. What should we do now?
“The Spirit World is dying. We could only go with the Netherspirits. But now that their emissaries are slaughtered, where are we supposed to go?”
“You have a new guide.” The evil god of bloodlust’s cold voice echoed out.
“A new guide? Grand Monarch Soul Ferry has died, along with all those who carried his bloodline. Grand Monarch Unholy Wind has been killed by Nie Tian. Who else can guide us?”
“Nie Tian can,” The evil god of bloodlust said.
The Phantasms burst into a great clamor upon hearing this.
“What? Nie Tian?”