Chapter 1210: The Death God of the Underworld (Part One)
The more difficult it became to move his feet, the more eagerly the Demon Hunter wished to leave the Apotheosis Platform. With fear and urgency gripping his heart, how could he dare hold back? He immediately unleashed all his power to resist the force of the Apotheosis Platform, hoping to break free from the pressure and restraint it imposed, and successfully escape from it.
Under his full exertion, the Demon Hunter's body trembled even more violently. Though his feet indeed shifted back a tiny bit, this minuscule movement came at an immense cost. Some parts of his body even developed cracks from the excessive force, and blood incessantly seeped from these fissures, soaking his clothes.
As cracks appeared in his body, excruciating pain also stimulated his nerves, making him wince. Yet, he dared not relax in the slightest, for he knew that once he let up at this moment, his body would instantly collapse and shatter, becoming a pile of minced meat, just like Heimu and that Gold Talisman Master. So, even though he was in agony, he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Although moving his feet was extremely difficult, it was naturally much easier than stepping up a tier of the platform. After all, the Demon Hunter was still on the first tier of the Apotheosis Platform, and the physical body only bore the force of the first tier, not the second. Hence, compared to stepping up a tier, it was considerably easier.
Had the Demon Hunter conceived the idea of retreating earlier and acted on it immediately, his physical body would not have been so wretched, nor would cracks have appeared in some areas of his body. This was because the Apotheosis Platform exerted immense pressure on his physical body at every moment. It was fine when his body could withstand it, but when it couldn't, injuries would naturally occur. Thus, every second he remained on the Apotheosis Platform imposed a tremendous burden on his body.
It was precisely for this reason that, despite being on the first tier, his physical body suffered such enormous damage. Had it not been for Heimu, who had turned into minced meat by stepping onto the second tier, if he had continued to remain on the first tier, his physical condition would surely have been even worse than the Demon Hunter's, as his power was inherently weaker.
Though it was incredibly arduous and excruciatingly painful, the Demon Hunter gritted his teeth and persevered, successfully retreating from the Apotheosis Platform—a place he once yearned for, but now utterly dreaded.
The moment he successfully exited the Apotheosis Platform, he immediately felt an unparalleled lightness throughout his entire body. It was as if a crushing mountain, once unbearable, had suddenly vanished from his shoulders. The relief this brought was unimaginable.
Though the pressure on his body vanished and his entire being felt lighter, the injuries he sustained filled the Demon Hunter with both alarm and fury. Numerous parts of his body were now ruptured, blood constantly seeping out, transforming him into a gore-soaked figure—both terrifying and bizarre, and even somewhat painful to behold.
The Demon Hunter continued to curse vehemently in his mind, venting his inner frustration. At this moment, he had no intention of remaining here. One reason was his severe injuries, which had drastically weakened his combat power; the other was that he simply no longer had the inclination to help.
Taking one last look at the Apotheosis Platform, which had almost claimed his life, the Demon Hunter, filled with resentment, prepared to tear space and depart this troubled place. He no longer cared who won or lost this great battle; let whoever wanted to win, win. All he desired was to immediately leave and find a place to quickly heal his wounds, lest he be left with some incurable sequelae.
However, just as he was preparing to tear space and leave, the world before his eyes suddenly shifted, and he found himself in a completely unfamiliar realm.
The scene before him initially stunned him, but then he recalled something, and his face instantly paled. A sense of danger welled up from the depths of his heart, and his first thought was to immediately flee the spot, or else he would be in peril.
No sooner had the thought surfaced in his mind than, before his body could even move, he felt a chilling sensation in his chest. He looked down to see a spectral claw not only piercing his chest but also grasping a heart. And under his gaze, the spectral claw directly crushed the still-beating heart with such speed that he couldn't react. By the time he did, it was too late, for his consciousness rapidly blurred, and the unfamiliar world before him shattered like glass struck by a heavy blow. Immediately after, darkness enveloped him, and he completely lost consciousness.
The reason he had just realized something was amiss with the unfamiliar world before him was that he remembered the illusions conjured by Spirit Mediums and their Guardian Spirits. He knew he had certainly been ensnared. A Spirit Medium had taken advantage of his recent retreat from the Apotheosis Platform and his severe injuries to attack him, their purpose undeniably to claim his life. Realizing this, his face changed drastically, and he wanted to break free from the illusion, but the opponent's strike was far quicker. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the adversary had already dealt a killing blow.
Because the opponent's strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, he was pierced through the chest and had his heart ripped out before he could even react, which was then immediately crushed. By the time he came to his senses, his consciousness was rapidly dissipating, and thus, another one of the world's rare four-star Demon Hunters was gone.
Yang Haoran witnessed the tragic death of the four-star Demon Hunter, but he had no time to spare a thought for it. At that moment, he had been targeted by an even stronger opponent. Though he wasn't using his full power, he had still brought out most of his strength to deal with this person.
His previous opponent, that Gold Talisman Master, had, out of an urgent desire to ascend the Apotheosis Platform, given up attacking him and rushed towards it. The result was that he was instantly obliterated, leaving not a trace of his remains. But Yang Haoran did not feel any relief because of this person's tragic death.
Because soon after, the Spirit Master False God appeared. The Qingshan Great Emperor issued an order to stop the Spirit Master False God, and as a Guardian, Yang Haoran naturally had to obey the Qingshan Great Emperor's command. Thus, he also made a move, preparing to obstruct the Spirit Master False God, but was intercepted by a late-stage peak Grand Spirit Master. This Grand Spirit Master became his new opponent.
It wasn't that he wanted to fight a Grand Spirit Master of this caliber. Rather, after the opponent intercepted his attack, they showed no intention of stopping, instead launching a counterattack against him, looking as if they wouldn't rest until he was slain. Having no other choice, he could only reluctantly meet their attacks and engage in a fierce battle with this person.
This late-stage peak Grand Spirit Master was significantly stronger than the previous Gold Talisman Master. If Yang Haoran were to use his full power and fight unreservedly, he was naturally confident he could defeat the opponent. However, the strength he had already displayed in this battle was quite astonishing; if he were to unleash his full power, the shock it would bring to others would undoubtedly be even more intense, which was not a good thing for him. He wouldn't do that until the very last moment.
Therefore, without using his full strength, dealing with this person's attacks was indeed somewhat strenuous. But it was merely strenuous; it wasn't enough to make him frantic or overwhelmed.
Although this opponent was troublesome, their impact on Yang Haoran was ultimately limited. Yang Haoran naturally wouldn't feel worried due to this person's presence. What truly concerned him was the Spirit Master False God, who was steadily advancing towards the God Position at the peak of the Apotheosis Platform.
The Apotheosis Platform had a total of nine hundred and ninety-nine tiers. Though the number was considerable, the Spirit Master False God's pace was not slow at all. Currently, the Spirit Master False God had already ascended hundreds of tiers and showed no signs of struggling. If this speed continued, it would only be a matter of time before the Spirit Master False God reached the peak of the Apotheosis Platform, and that time would not be long.
As for the Underworld Office's side, although they wished to stop the Spirit Master False God, they had not succeeded due to the full efforts of the Spirit Mediums to obstruct them. Facing the fierce attacks from the Underworld Office, the Spirit Mediums' side had fallen into a disadvantage, finding it very difficult to cope with the Underworld Office's assault. However, despite the struggle, they had indeed blocked the Underworld Office's attacks. And what the Underworld Office truly desired was not to gain the upper hand in their clashes with the Spirit Mediums; they wanted to prevent the Spirit Master False God from reaching the peak of the Apotheosis Platform!
If the Spirit Master False God was not stopped, once they sat upon the God Position and became a true deity, not only would the Spirit Mediums' current disadvantage be instantly reversed, but the Underworld Office's side would also suffer a devastating blow. After all, no one present from the Underworld Office possessed the ability to contend with a true deity; not even one person, nor even the combined might of the five Underworld Emperors, could achieve that.
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Therefore, this problem deeply concerned Yang Haoran, as he truly did not wish to see the worst outcome occur. Yet, he was powerless in this matter; after all, his strength was limited. So, he could only secretly pray in his heart for the irresponsible deity, the Death God, to appear quickly, while also covertly observing escape routes. If the worst truly came to pass, he would, of course, choose to flee this place rather than wait to be slain by the opponent.
It was unclear whether Yang Haoran's prayers had worked, or if those of others on the Underworld Office's side had. Just as Yang Haoran was suffering from a headache over this issue, yet utterly helpless, an extremely powerful oppressive sensation suddenly descended upon the area. The emergence of this oppressive feeling immediately drew everyone's attention. Even the Spirit Master False God on the Apotheosis Platform halted his steps, then looked towards a certain area outside the Apotheosis Platform, where space distorted, and a figure subsequently appeared.
The appearance of this person caused everyone present, except for the Spirit Master False God, to drastically change their expressions!
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