Heroes' Prison

Chapter 869 - 822: Yang Yuheng’s Strength (Part 2)

Huang Yi’s key to success this time was that everyone believed it was impossible for the Hero Legion to possess a Level 199 Demon Core. Yet, he had it!

This minor asymmetric piece of information triggered a butterfly effect, growing more impactful until it resulted in Yang Yuheng becoming the first to ascend to the Heavenly Realm!

Finally, the golden clouds in the sky disappeared, and all the golden light gathered and descended again, enveloping Yang Yuheng, who absorbed it into his body.

At this moment, Yang Yuheng’s aura was overwhelmingly grand and colossal, even the strongest present, Dao Feng, paled in comparison.

Facing all the Holy Domain players on the battlefield, Yang Yuheng had a fourfold advantage in all of his over one hundred Attributes. Who could possibly stand against such a figure?

Yang Yuheng rotated his neck from side to side, producing popping and cracking sounds as though warming up. He turned his head, his eyes glowing with Divine Light, scanning the enemy players across the battlefield. His gaze finally settled on the distant figures of Ganges, Miyamoto Musashi, and Dante. He smiled faintly and said, "You all wanted to kill me earlier. Now, prepare to face my wrath!"

Saying this, he wielded his Priest’s Staff and strode through the Void toward the trio!

At that moment, it was as though a colossal divine mountain was crushing forward. Ganges, Miyamoto Musashi, and Dante couldn’t withstand Yang Yuheng, even if they joined forces.

If someone used a skill that temporarily raised their Level, such as Huang Yi’s Level Up effect, they might also reach Level 200 or above. But that was merely the effect of a skill, not true Level ascension. It didn’t make them a genuine Heavenly Domain Expert, and even such an effect lasts only ten seconds. Enemies could use a Life-saving Skill to withstand the duration.

But Yang Yuheng had ascended permanently to the Heavenly Realm—an authentic Heavenly Realm presence. His arrival was akin to the End of the World, rendering even Super First-Class masters powerless.

"Run!" Heavenly Dao suddenly shouted, no longer daring to linger on the battlefield. He instantly pulled out a scroll and opened it.

In the next moment, Heavenly Dao’s forces vanished from the battlefield in an instant—it was clearly the effect of a Legion Teleportation Scroll!

A Super First-Class master like Heavenly Dao was so terrified by Yang Yuheng’s immense aura that he immediately teleported away from the battlefield! Just how overpowering was Yang Yuheng at this moment?

With Heavenly Dao leading the retreat, any Legion Commander with a Legion Teleportation Scroll—regardless of nationality—immediately took theirs out and prepared to use it.

"Damn it! Don’t let them escape! They all must die here!" At this moment, Sunset, one of the Hero Legion’s core commanders, swore loudly and pulled out a scroll, opening it instantly.

In the next moment, an intense deep-blue radiance spread outward in all directions, extending all the way to the horizon!

Soon, the entire visible area became shrouded in a field of deep-blue light. To the eye, it resembled an ocean of blue light, engulfing everyone.

Those attempting to use Legion Teleportation Scrolls found they couldn’t activate them once enveloped by the blue light!

The scroll Sunset had just used was also a type of combat item, exchanged for Legion Merit, and was called the Anti-Teleportation Formation Scroll!

Since there were Teleportation Scrolls, there were naturally Anti-Teleportation Scrolls. The Second World was filled with mutually counteracting mechanics.

The Anti-Teleportation Scroll prevented enemies within its range from using any teleportation-related skills or items. Now, these enemies had no way to escape, unless they left the boundary of the formation. But few would manage to make it out; an enormous massacre was now inevitable.

At this moment, in the high-altitude Void Battlefield, Huang Yi stopped hiding. He revealed himself and chose self-destruction!

The Void Battlefield dissipated in an instant, sending over ten Japanese masters falling from the heights onto the perilous battlefield below—right into Yang Yuheng’s proximity!

"Boom!" Upon seeing the Japanese masters drifting downward, Yang Yuheng smirked and pointed his Priest’s Staff at them.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Milk-white Light Spheres, resembling artillery shells, rained down into the area, completely engulfing it and burying the ten-plus Japanese masters.

In an instant, three famed Dongying masters—Little Cai Cai, Supreme Fruit, and Qi Sehua—perished outright, without even a chance to resist.

The remaining Japanese masters, thanks to their Life-saving Skills, barely survived, but they fled in panic.

Not long ago, these individuals had pressed Yang Yuheng aggressively, attempting to assassinate him. Now, they couldn’t endure even one strike and could only flee, their fortune reversed in the blink of an eye.

This was an ordinary skill from Yang Yuheng. If used while he was Level 199, it wouldn’t have been so effortless to overwhelm the enemy. However, with his Attributes now fourfold higher than his enemies, any skill he used became as deadly as Instakill.

Yang Yuheng ignored them and continued his assault toward Miyamoto Musashi’s group, striking out repeatedly with his Priest’s Staff. Light Spheres exploded from the tip, enveloping countless enemy troops.

In an instant, enemy troops fell like fields of wheat being harvested, collapsing in droves!

Wherever the Light Spheres landed, death followed. Only those with Life-saving Skills continued to struggle in despair, screaming hopelessly—but their demise was merely a matter of time.

Faced with defeat, countless enemy troops abandoned any hope of resistance and fled in panic, scattering like a chaotic swarm of ants. Any notion of military discipline became meaningless in the face of imminent death.

"Run!" Dante, too, lost any will to fight. He leapt atop his towering warhorse and fled madly toward the distance, its hooves pounding the earth with tremors.

"We can’t fight this man; retreat!" Ganges turned and fled in terror, abandoning any intention of finishing off the dying Gentleman!

Dao Feng and Gentleman, previously battered by the trio of Super First-Class masters and left with minimal Health Points—especially Gentleman, who was on the brink of death—were spared as their opponents no longer dared stay to deal the finishing blow.

In the aftermath, only Miyamoto Musashi remained. His gaze stayed locked on Yang Yuheng with unwavering determination. What he set his sights on, he was willing to achieve at any cost.

Suddenly, a distant anguished cry echoed: "Damn it! Why did this happen?! This was supposed to be my glory! I was only 1% Experience Points shy of ascending to the Heavenly Realm! This was supposed to be my glory! Why Yang Yuheng?!"

The voice belonged to Chess Saint!

With Dante and Heavenly Dao entering the fray earlier on, Chess Saint had already regarded the title of the first Heavenly Realm player as his own. Yet in the final moments before achieving that honor, he had to watch his enemy claim it instead.

To make matters worse, the battle had now devolved into chaos, with everyone fleeing for their lives. If he chose to stay and fight, only two outcomes awaited him—either death or a slim chance of accumulating the last 1% of Experience Points to ascend and battle Yang Yuheng as an equal.

"Chess Saint, kill the enemy quickly and ascend to the Heavenly Realm at once!" Miyamoto Musashi roared, seemingly making some kind of resolute decision. He looked at Yang Yuheng charging from afar and closed his eyes.

The next moment, he reopened them!

But those eyes were no longer his own.

Now, his eyes had turned completely black, devoid of any whites—like twin black holes. Tendrils of Dark Breath emanated from his eyes, slowly shrouding his entire body in black mist, rendering him indistinct.

Through the black mist, his eyes betrayed myriad chilling emotions—agony, ruthlessness, bloodlust, cruelty—that made anyone’s scalp tingle and sent shivers down their spine.

As the grim mist rose, Miyamoto Musashi’s cold voice whispered: "Respected Queen of Agony, I offer my life as a sacrifice and beseech you to descend into my body and slay all my enemies before me."

His words floated, deep and hoarse, laced with an eerie cadence that echoed through the sky.

Quickly, his invocation seemed to connect to a being of immense power, and Miyamoto Musashi’s body shuddered violently, as if something within was stirring, ready to emerge.

"Splurt!" Two long, sinuous tendrils ripped through his neck and extended into the air, constantly writhing, dark liquid dripping from them—like two snakes emerging from his throat.

Moments later, a long tail grew from his back, lashing through the air with sharp "snap" sounds.

Even his Eastern Sword transformed, turning black and losing its shimmering glow from its blade.

Miyamoto Musashi’s aura intensified with these changes. If Huang Yi were nearby, he’d undoubtedly sense that Miyamoto Musashi was utterly suffused with a dense, concentrated Dark Breath—more potent than the Darkness Stone obtained in the Magic Pool of the Desolate Magic Temple.

This was a skill Miyamoto Musashi had recently acquired. During the battle at Xuanyuan City not long ago, he struck an alliance with T.N.T, agreeing to refine an SS-tier Potion for them in exchange for joining the ranks of The Seven Archdemons.

As a Super First-Class master, Miyamoto Musashi’s addition to The Seven Archdemons naturally earned him valuable rewards. This skill was one such benefit, named Demon King’s Descent—

Sacrificing a certain number of Levels allows part of a Demon King’s consciousness and strength to temporarily descend into the user’s body, granting an insane surge of power!