Chapter 670: Susanoo, Gathering the Gates of Silent Death
"Eight-Star Dou Saint…"
Mo Yu sensed his internal state and a smile immediately spread across his face.
At this level, he could now directly rival veterans like Lei Ying and Yan Jin, the ancient clan leaders.
Of course, if it came down to an actual fight, Mo Yu would easily defeat them. After all, his emperor-level soul and various techniques were not just for show.
"No wonder the Wood Thunder Tribulation Pill, formed by the Divine Wood Gang Thunder, is so powerful…"
Mo Yu stretched lazily, clearly satisfied. The Divine Wood Gang Thunder ranked second on the Thunder List for a reason—it had earned its reputation. This Wood Thunder Tribulation Pill was just one of its terrifying capabilities.
If it had been an ordinary ninth-grade pill, it would have only brought him to the late stages of a Seven-Star Dou Saint at best. Breaking through to Eight-Star would still be very difficult since that small step conceals a massive gap.
But the Divine Wood Gang Thunder was different. The Wood Thunder Tribulation Pill it created was far stronger than an ordinary ninth-grade pill.
"The breakthrough is done. Time to head out…" Mo Yu narrowed his eyes, a chilling gleam flashing in them.
He had been in seclusion for about ten days, and if he wasn't mistaken, the Soul Clan should be making their move soon.
After all, when it came to the Tomb of Emperor Tuoshe, the Soul Clan was the most desperate to find it.
Just as he was about to leave the Death Realm, he heard the sound of wind rushing through the air. Four old, withered figures suddenly appeared in the Death Realm.
"Oh, Hun Yuan Tian, it's you four undying dogs?"
Looking at the four figures in the distance, Mo Yu was momentarily surprised, then raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't expected that just as he was about to leave, these four would show up in the Death Realm. Truly, enemies meet wherever they go.
"It's you! No wonder we sensed a strong disturbance in the Death Realm. So, it's you, the brat who stole our Soul Clan's Gate of Silent Death!"
Hun Yuan Tian and the other three old men immediately looked furious when they saw Mo Yu. Their gaunt faces were twisted in rage.
Back when the Soul Clan fought the Allied Forces, if Mo Yu hadn't stolen one of the Gates of Silent Death and disrupted the Death Realm formation, the Soul Clan wouldn't have suffered such a humiliating defeat!
One could say that Mo Yu, with his actions, almost ruined the Soul Clan's millennia-long plans single-handedly!
"Mo Yu, there was a path to heaven, but you chose not to take it. Instead, you walked straight into hell. Today, now that you've come to us, I'll make sure you neither live nor die!"
Hun Yuan Tian's voice dripped with hatred as he glared at Mo Yu, murder in his eyes.
Besides stealing the Gate of Silent Death, Mo Yu had also cruelly killed his descendants right in front of him. Of all four elders, no one hated Mo Yu more than he did.
As Hun Yuan Tian's voice fell, the other three elders exchanged glances before their eyes also gleamed with a cold, murderous intent.
As one of the Allied Forces' key leaders, Mo Yu's strength and status were second only to the Ancient Clan Leader, Gu Yuan. Killing him would not only remove a powerful threat but also deal a heavy blow to the morale of the Allied Forces.
Seeing their murderous intentions, Mo Yu smiled scornfully. Perhaps a few days ago, he would have been somewhat wary of these four Eight-Star Dou Saints, but now that he had successfully advanced to the Eight-Star Dou Saint level, these undead resurrected old men were nothing but paper tigers to him.
"Heh, there was a path to heaven, but you chose not to take it? I should be the one saying that to you. I'll take back the remaining three Gates of Silent Death from you today," Mo Yu said coldly.
The Gates of Silent Death were created by a powerful ancient Dou Emperor. Their power was so immense that even Seven or Eight-Star Dou Saints could hardly escape once trapped. They were a formidable killing technique.
However, Mo Yu currently possessed only one Gate of Silent Death. To fully control the Death Realm and set up the Death Realm formation, he needed all four.
Now that Hun Yuan Tian and his group had shown up, it was like a pillow falling into Mo Yu's lap just when he wanted to sleep.
"Brat, you've got a big mouth!"
Hun Yuan Tian gritted his teeth and then turned to the other three old men. "Let's attack together!"
As soon as he spoke, black gas began to gather above his head. The foul stench was so strong that it seemed to pierce into one's soul.
The other three old men exchanged glances and nodded gravely. Waves of black gas burst from their bodies, surging up and gathering above them.
A strange aura spread out from the four of them. Along with it, black mist began to flood the air, like a raging storm.
The black mist quickly covered half the sky, and an overwhelming sense of evil radiated from it.
From a distance, Mo Yu narrowed his eyes as he observed the scene. He could tell that Hun Yuan Tian and the others were preparing a massive attack. It seemed these undying old men were going to use their trump card.
The combined power of four Eight-Star Dou Saints would be enough to make even Gu Yuan, a Nine-Star Dou Saint, wary.
As Mo Yu's silver eyes gleamed with lightning, he conjured a blinding beam of thunder that morphed into countless swords, all hurtling toward Hun Yuan Tian's group.
"Zzzt!"
The thunder beam streaked forward like lightning, but just before reaching the four, it dissipated as if blocked by an invisible barrier.
Hun Yuan Tian glanced at Mo Yu with a sinister grin, bloodlust swirling in his eyes. His hand flashed through several rapid gestures, and then his raspy voice echoed in the Death Realm.
"Let me show you the power of the Soul Clan!"
At his command, the four old men's combined black mist began to merge, forming a massive, shadowy figure.
From the shadow emanated an overwhelming aura of death, plunging the entire Death Realm into icy coldness.
Boom!
The colossal shadow figure stood tens of thousands of feet tall, like a demon towering between heaven and earth. Just looking at it would strike fear into the heart of any observer.
The shadow demon loomed in the sky, exuding a deathly energy that seemed to warp time itself.
Hun Yuan Tian's pale face revealed exhaustion, but his bloodshot eyes remained vicious. He and the other elders chanted in unison:
"Death Scripture, Black Demon Descends!"
Boom!
Endless black gas surged into the enormous shadow, and its eyes began to glow blood-red. Instantly, the Death Realm trembled under the intensified death energy.
"Let's see you survive this!"
The four elders focused on Mo Yu, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust as they commanded the massive shadow to strike.
The colossal shadow took a step forward, raising a hand to deliver a crushing blow toward Mo Yu. The Death Realm trembled as if it couldn't contain the demon's power, with space itself beginning to collapse around them.
"Not bad," Mo Yu muttered, observing the descending shadowy hand.
He could feel the overwhelming death energy. Even with his powerful body, being hit directly would seriously injure him.
His escape routes were cut off, surrounded by barriers of death energy.
"Hmph!"
Suddenly, Mo Yu snorted coldly, and with a flash of his hand, a massive thunderous figure appeared around him, made entirely of lightning.
"Susanoo, Thunder God Form!"
With a low shout, a gigantic lightning figure, just as massive as the shadow demon, appeared in the Death Realm.
This technique was Mo Yu's ultimate move, one he had created himself by combining all the different types of thunder within his body. Its power was equivalent to a high-level heaven-class technique.
The gigantic lightning figure was no longer just an illusion; arcs of electricity danced across its form, and its previously ethereal body had become solid. It stood like a thunder god between heaven and earth, exuding a terrifying aura.
Death energy shrank back in fear wherever the lightning god's aura touched.
Roar!
The thunder giant opened its mouth and unleashed a blast of lightning, creating a wave of destruction that surged toward the shadow demon at terrifying speed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The space between them was torn apart as the blast of lightning ripped through the Death Realm, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.
In a flash, the lightning struck the massive shadowy hand, and for a moment, it was as if time stood still.
But then, the colossal shadow's hand cracked and shattered. The unstoppable lightning blast cut straight through, crashing into the demon's body.
Hun Yuan Tian and the others watched in horror as the lightning pierced through their creation, and before they could react, their bodies were struck by the residual force.
Blood spurted from their mouths as their pale faces turned even whiter.
"It's over," Mo Yu's cold voice echoed. Before the four elders could retreat, he appeared behind them in a flash.
They attempted to fight back, but Mo Yu effortlessly flicked his fingers, releasing a wave of destructive power that shattered their attacks.
Their bodies convulsed, black gas dissipating as they fell to the ground, utterly defeated.
At that moment, three eerie black gates emerged from the bodies of Hun Yuan Tian's fallen companions.
With a smile, Mo Yu waved his sleeve and collected all three Gates of Silent Death.
(End of the chapter)
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