Heroes' Prison

Chapter 1761 - 1681: Collapse

After slaughtering this batch of Void Gods, Huang Yi’s Slaughter Blade now possessed 58 souls, making it the strongest it had ever been since he acquired this Divine Artifact.

At this moment, with two mighty weapons in hand, he felt an unprecedented power, eager for a grand battle.

And the only one who could withstand his attacks was the King of Hell!

Immediately, he flapped the Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings and returned to the Hell Demon Palace.

All around were sounds of explosive clashes, mountains crumbling and earth shattering, forming a massive basin.

Throughout the Hell Demon Palace, there were no remnants of other buildings, all reduced to dust, swept into the sky with each shockwave, creating a hazy chaotic scene.

Only that Magic Tower still stood, bathed in the endless glow of attacks, dimly discernible yet steadfastly unyielding.

Even planets had been destroyed, yet this Magic Tower had persisted until now.

Sagittarius Constellation, Dream Against the Heavens, Moon Father, War Master, and Ancestral Dragon, the five Creator Ancestral Spirits, attacked the King of Hell and the Magic Tower from different directions. Each attack was earth-shattering, obliterating space.

Dao Feng, Thunder God, Dragon Spike, Kid, and several other super first-class masters wielded multiple Divine Artifacts, forming bright meteors to continuously harass the King of Hell.

On the outermost perimeter were thousands of Divine Domain players, launching overwhelming attacks that merged into a vast torrent, pouring onto the Magic Tower and the King of Hell.

Such a formidable assault was unprecedented in the Mortal Realm, something no legendary giant from history could withstand.

But the King of Hell withstood it!

Again and again, furious power exploded on him, but he remained undying, as if blessed with an Immortal Body, unaffected by any attack.

He was striving to protect the Magic Tower, but was unable to cover everything, unable to block all attacks, with some slipping through and striking the tower.

The sturdiness of the Magic Tower was beyond imagination, enduring countless attacks and yet remaining undefeated, its resilience defying the heavens.

However, after such prolonged devastation, the Magic Tower was now leaning and full of cracks, not able to hold out much longer.

The torrent of demonic Qi surging from the Magic Tower intermittently faltered under the assault, sometimes blown away by the violent shockwaves, unable to reach the clouds.

Seeing this towering torrent, Huang Yi quickly flapped the Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings and disappeared from where he stood.

"Boom!" Soon, the Magic Tower trembled violently, shaking from the inside, cracks widening, on the verge of collapse.

"Come out!" The King of Hell snorted coldly, waving his hand toward the Magic Tower!

"Boom!" In the next moment, the beleaguered Magic Tower finally collapsed, revealing the scene inside—

A constantly rotating black Demonic Sphere hovered there, surrounded by a smooth Barrier, with ominous black Qi inside, exuding dense pressure, as if a universe was compressed within.

The turbulent stream of demonic Qi surged continuously from this black Demonic Sphere, seemingly inexhaustible.

At that time, Huang Yi stood beside the Demonic Sphere, holding the Slaughter Blade in one hand and the Wrath of the Godslayer in the other, attacking with all his might.

The two Divine Artifacts swung into phantoms, majestic power repeatedly exploded on the Demonic Sphere, making it tremble fiercely.

At this moment, he was equivalent to two of himself.

This is the strength of the "dual wielding" effect of the Wrath of the Godslayer, allowing one person to become two.

Previously, Huang Yi could only attack with one Slaughter Blade.

With dual wielding, both the Slaughter Blade and the Wrath of the Godslayer attacked simultaneously, equivalent to two Huang Yis.

As long as he wielded the Slaughter Blade, the 58 souls in it continuously enhanced his All Attributes by 5.8 times, and these increased Attributes could be unleashed using the Wrath of the Godslayer.

Not only the Slaughter Blade but any Divine Artifact’s power-enhancing effect could be shared in the dual wielding state by the Wrath of the Godslayer.

"Bang!" The King of Hell instantly charged over, striking Huang Yi and sending him flying.

The Demonic Sphere, having been violently attacked by Huang Yi for a while, had its aura somewhat chaotic but did not shatter.

This was the Microcosm’s core, not so easily destroyed, refined from the King of Hell’s original power, always aware of his presence.

No matter where the King of Hell’s body went, it would follow, always within the same space.

Even if Huang Yi used a Dark Seal on the King of Hell, this Microcosm’s core would be sealed with the King of Hell, unable to be separated into different spaces.

Huang Yi flapped the Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings, returning almost immediately, shouting, "Everyone attack that Demonic Sphere! If we destroy it, the Demon Race Microcosm should be destroyed."

As soon as the words fell, the Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings flickered again, and he blinked back to the Demonic Sphere, both Divine Artifacts striking simultaneously.

"Boom!" He barely managed to attack once before being struck by the King of Hell and sent flying again.

But in the next instant, he flapped the Sun-Chasing Dragon’s Wings and blinked back persistently attacking the Demonic Sphere, ignoring the King of Hell.

He had an undead state, allowing him to disregard the King of Hell’s attacks and focus solely on the Demonic Sphere.

The King of Hell knocks him away, and he blinks back instantly, always maintaining control.

Now, all the Creator Ancestral Spirits on the field, all the super-first masters, and thousands of players, everyone’s attacks are directed at that Demonic Sphere.

Facing such an onslaught, the King of Hell had no choice; he was ignored by everyone. No matter how much he protected the Sphere, there was always vast power crashing on it, which he couldn’t block completely.

"I never expected that my grand plan of countless years would be ruined today!" The King of Hell shook his head, releasing a deep sigh.

For countless years, he had never been forced to this extent; he could only make that difficult choice.

He no longer intercepted everyone’s attacks but turned to face the Sphere, stretching out his arms and embracing it tightly.

The next moment, the Sphere began to slowly shrink, the embryonic form of that microcosm within gradually collapsing at the center, as if it were about to collapse into a singularity again.

At the same time, the thousands of Divine Domain powerhouses outside the Demon Race Microcosm noticed it starting to shrink.

And this time, the shrinkage didn’t halt, like a deflating balloon, continuously getting smaller.

With each passing moment, they became immensely distant from the boundary of the microcosm, only able to keep chasing after it as it shrank, the encirclement growing tighter.

"Hmm? The starry sky disappeared!" At this moment, the thousands of players inside the microcosm suddenly discovered that the sky above had vanished, turning pitch black.

"No, the Demon Race Microcosm has shrunk to the Hell Star!" Miyamoto Musashi quickly discovered the truth.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Everyone felt the Hell Star shaking violently, as if something enormous was happening deep within its core.

Before long, the earth cracked open, everything collapsing and shattering, transforming into primal energy material, all converging towards the Sphere in the King of Hell’s embrace.

The Hell Star collapsed, just like the previous other planets, refined into pure energy to replenish the Demon Race’s microcosm.

This process is irreversible. The microcosmic space shrinks easily but is difficult to expand again; those planets, once refined, are hard to recreate.

The foundation the Demon Race developed over countless years was entirely destroyed today, reduced to not even a single planet.

"Hmm? The horizon disappeared!" Soon, everyone noticed that the horizon in every direction was rapidly vanishing, as if an invisible boundary was sweeping in from all around.

It was the boundary of the microcosm, where everything it touched would disappear; it had shrunk to the point where everyone could directly see it, yet it hadn’t stopped and continued to shrink.

Soon, the boundary of the microcosm had shrunk to be near approach, beginning to sweep over the thousands of players.

One by one, the players disappeared in succession, being expelled outside the boundary, returning to the ranks of those thousands of Divine Domain powerhouses outside.

The boundary continued to shrink, everyone moving closer to the King of Hell, striving to buy time.

"Get out!" The King of Hell stomped in the void, causing a massive shockwave.

In an instant, all the players were blasted away, crashing out of that constantly shrinking boundary.

After this strike, only a mere seven remained in the microcosm, and the boundary had already shrunk to a mere 500 meters.

Its shrinking speed began to slow but didn’t stop, continuing towards the King of Hell.

meters!

Dao Feng couldn’t dodge in time and was kicked out of the microcosm by the boundary.

meters!

Moon Father’s moonlight suddenly extinguished, disappearing within the boundary.

meters!

Ancestral Dragon and Sagittarius, despite shrinking their bodies to the smallest size, still got swept by the boundary.

meters!

War Master and Dream Against the Heavens were both kicked back into the outer universe.

The once-mighty Demon Race Microcosm had shrunk to a mere 100 meters, with only Huang Yi and the King of Hell left standing silently in the void.

One was the King of the Second World; the other was the supreme leader of the Demon Race, representing two opposing forces of the Mortal Realm, now at the final moment of their convergence.

The King of Hell finally turned around, hands clasped behind his back, facing Huang Yi.

Huang Yi also ceased his attack, no longer futilely wasting energy, meeting the gaze of the King of Hell.

The two quietly stared at each other, as if countless histories were flowing through the void between them.

"God of Slaughter, could you answer a question for me?" The King of Hell asked faintly, his tone calm, as if chatting with an old friend.

"What’s the question?" Huang Yi’s voice was equally calm.

He and the King of Hell had fought for so long, from a novice player climbing step by step to this position, developing a sense of foes becoming friends over time.