Chapter 3569: Extermination
Chapter 3569: Extermination
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Whoosh!
Several dark shadows suddenly appeared before Komat, and his pupils constricted.
God of the Underworld!?
Each God of the Underworld controlled a death scythe, with a long, jet-black chain attached. The other end of the chain disappeared into the darkness, connecting to the Netherworld Gate behind them.
"Boom!!!"
Komat immediately condensed an imprint in front of him. Several spells exploded simultaneously, shattering the approaching Gods of the Underworld, trying to escape the domain environment.
However, the undead-covered area of the domain was far larger than he had imagined. His vision was blocked by black fog, and he could only see his companions like flickering lights in the darkness, holding against the domain power.
Who was this guy exactly?
How could his domain be so terrifyingly strong?
Panic surged in Komat’s heart, and he shouted, "Fall back! Get out of his domain!"
He had just turned to run when two Gods of the Underworld blinked instantly behind him.
The death scythe slashed!
Komat had no choice but to turn, condensing an elemental vortex in front of him to absorb the attacks of the two Gods of the Underworld, forcibly tearing them into the vortex and crushing them.
Not good.
He was entangled.
Perhaps it was better to ignore the Gods of the Underworld and just endure their attacks while running.
The thought had barely crossed Komat’s mind when a piercing scream came from nearby.
"Save me!"
Huh!?
Komat immediately turned his gaze toward the companion who had shouted.
In that instant, a fellow clansman was slashed by a God of the Underworld. From the wound, black chains shot out and connected with the chain from the scythe, violently dragging the person back into the darkness.
The chains moved so fast that Komat’s group had no time to intervene.
Within mere breaths, the clansman’s aura vanished entirely into the undead fog along with his form.
Trouble!
A wave of intense terror surged in Komat’s heart. He felt as if he were in an ice cellar, cold sweat running down both sides of his face.
No! He could not be struck by the Gods of the Underworld!
Otherwise, he would meet the same fate as his companion.
In just a few seconds of hesitation, the Gods of the Underworld had already gathered around, blocking all escape routes for Komat’s team.
"Quick! Everyone together!"
Komat shouted, gathering his team, continuously casting spells to blast the approaching Gods of the Underworld away.
What could they do?
They still could not escape!
Fear rose in the hearts of the team members, all looking at Komat.
The situation had come suddenly. Once trapped in the domain, they had not calmed down to respond rationally, but instinctively tried to survive. They had not expected to be dragged into such a predicament by the Gods of the Underworld.
Komat finally felt the threat to his life and shouted, "Let me go! If anything happens to me, my people will not let you live!"
Yet there was no response, only the continuous onslaught of the Gods of the Underworld.
In reality, less than half a second had passed since Fang Heng had activated the domain.
How much longer could they hold?
By now, Komat’s team was already shrouded in a pitch-black death fog.
The martial artists near the undead fog looked on in astonishment.
A pure black spherical domain floated in the galaxy ahead, levitating and devouring everything around it, including all attempts at perception from others.
Any dimensional monsters trying to approach the sphere were swallowed and completely erased.
Even the aura of Komat’s team was obscured and concealed by the undead fog.
What a powerful domain!
The martial artists shuddered inwardly.
The range had extended to nearly eight hundred meters.
Nearby, two robed figures hidden in the dimensional space also exchanged wary glances.
Judging by the domain’s intensity, Fang Heng had restricted it tightly to an eight-hundred-meter range. The domain was extremely condensed, showing no signs of weakening at the edges. This meant the range was far from his actual limit.
So this was Fang Heng’s true power?
The two men stared at the black fog, hesitated, and ultimately chose not to join the fight.
Inside the black fog, Fang Heng maintained the palm imprint, watching Komat’s team through the mist.
After advancing his sacred study to God-level and completing the Holy Realm vortex, not only had his individual attributes exploded, but his necromancy level had also risen to terrifying heights, directly enhancing the strength of the Death Domain.
Within the domain, the attributes of the Gods of the Underworld were simultaneously enhanced.
Fang Heng felt the domain power bonus granted by his skill improvement.
Unconsciously, he had turned Komat and the others into test subjects to measure the domain’s strength.
Before entering the divine realm, he could not have killed these martial artists with domain power alone.
But now, without taking any active action, simply activating the domain subjected them to the Gods of the Underworld and the undead domain’s negative effects, pushing them to the brink of collapse.
"Let me go! Can’t you hear me? Stop this now! I can act as if nothing happened!"
Komat was truly terrified. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued threatening, "If anything happens to me, you will pay!"
Humph!
Fang Heng looked coldly at Komat, trapped in the black fog, still shouting insults, raised his hand, and pointed at him from a distance.
"Go!"
Death strength gathered at his fingertip, forming a glimmering point of light that shot toward Komat.
The team’s faces changed dramatically.
"Bang!!!"
The terrifying death strength pierced the domain defenses. Upon touching the barrier, Komat’s defensive shield shattered instantly.
The explosive death strength poured into the domain, engulfing Komat.
He felt the black fog eroding his body from all sides, seeping into him, causing unbearable pain that forced him to howl.
"My people will not let you live!"
The next moment, a God of the Underworld materialized before Komat, raising the death scythe.
"Ka ka ka ka."
Dense black chains pierced through Komat’s flesh from within, linking to the chain on the scythe.
"Chi!"
The chains tightened instantly. Within a few breaths, Komat was pulled through the Netherworld Gate behind him, vanishing completely.
In mere seconds, the domain defenses of his remaining teammates collapsed one by one, their bodies dragged into the Netherworld Gate by the chained connections.
The Black Fog gradually dissipated.
Fang Heng reappeared from the darkness, surveying the surroundings.
Martial artists around the giant dimensional rift saw Fang Heng unharmed, while Komat’s entire team had vanished, drawing a sharp gasp and sending chills down their spines.
They were all dead!
Not even a minute had passed!
This guy’s power was terrifying!
Even more shocking, Fang Heng had shown no hesitation, annihilating Komat.
Was he not afraid of Gideon’s revenge?
Truly a madman.
The martial artists immediately abandoned any thoughts of troubling Fang Heng. They averted their gaze, unwilling to make eye contact, grateful they had not acted earlier.
This guy dared to kill Komat; killing them would be even easier.
Ten-thousand-dimensional crystals were tempting, but life was required to claim them.