Inside the cages, the imprisoned World Deities—including the young blacksmith—were about to be devoured. They stared in stunned silence at the towering void creature, a being of overwhelming power, only to witness it perish in a single strike from a spear.
“He’s dead. He’s dead.”
“Finally… has a true powerhouse arrived at last?”
“Has a supreme existence heard my prayers?”
Even the attendants, mighty figures whose avatars had been consumed time and again, trembled with excitement. Some had been driven to despair, their minds twisted by suffering, no longer caring for their own lives—living only for the day these hated void creatures would fall.
And now, one of them had truly died.
As the black-clad youth stepped out of the void, spear in hand, some among the attendants and World Deities wept with joy, while others burned his image into their minds, hearts overflowing with gratitude and exhilaration.
They would gladly pledge eternal loyalty to this youth, willing to die for him without hesitation.
“Is that… him?” Many attendants recognized him—the same youth who had perished in battle against a horde of void creatures. Yet here he stood, alive once more.
Dongbo Xueying turned, his gaze sweeping over the attendants and the caged World Deities. “This is the first,” he declared, before vanishing with a single step.
Laughter and cries of relief erupted.
“The day has finally come!”
“I’ve dreamed of this moment!”
“Now I can die in peace!”
“Enough… just seeing them fall is enough.” Tears streamed down the faces of many World Deities.
Even the attendants trembled as they witnessed this scene.
Soon, messages spread through karmic whispers:
“Brother Qiyan, the void creature we served was slain by a black-clad elder wielding a spear—the same one who fought those monsters before!”
“Ours too!”
“Dead! Hahaha! That monster is dead! I lived to see this day!”
Indeed.
Dongbo Xueying had simultaneously controlled three avatars—the maximum he could maintain at peak combat strength. In an instant, all three struck, each felling a void creature with a single thrust of the spear.
Without pause, he teleported through the void, targeting three more.
Before the void creatures could react—before they even knew what was happening—Dongbo Xueying had slain nine. Including the two he had killed upon first arriving on this Chaos Continent, the toll rose to eleven.
Only five Sovereign-level void creatures remained. By the time the three chieftains received a dying message—”An enemy approaches!”—the surviving five were still oblivious. Xueying’s avatars struck again, felling three more in a flash.
Only then did the three chieftains emerge, scanning the entire continent—only to find just two of their underlings left alive.
“They’re dead!”
“The void monsters are dead! The day has come!”
“Mine too!”
“Here as well—slain by a black-clad elder with a single spear thrust!”
“Hahaha!”
The news spread like wildfire.
Across the Chaos Continent, mighty beings, World Deities, and even lesser deities erupted in frenzied joy. Word passed from one to ten, to a hundred, to millions. Countless lives rejoiced, many weeping in relief. Some even began worshipping the legendary spear-wielding elder in black.
Had Dongbo Xueying raised a call to arms, the entire continent would have rallied behind him.
“CEASE!”
“You dare still live?!”
The three chieftains roared in fury. Though they now detected Xueying’s three avatars, his greatest strength lay in ambush and assassination—coupled with his mastery of void teleportation. Before they could react, he appeared beside the last two Sovereign void creatures, his spear flashing.
One died mid-scream. The other proved trickier.
A snarl echoed as a bolt of azure lightning materialized from nothingness, striking Xueying’s avatar before his spear could land. The attack bypassed his defenses entirely, obliterating his form.
“Impressive, Great Chieftain. But futile.” As the black-clad figure dissipated, his eyes burned with undiminished killing intent.
For in that same moment, three fresh avatars materialized, surrounding the final void creature.
Avatars could be slain—and reborn with a thought.
Three spears struck as one. The creature’s slender neck arched, its pink-skinned head twisting in despair. The Great Chieftain managed to strike down one avatar, but could only watch as his last Sovereign subordinate perished.
With this kill, Xueying’s spearplay ascended—now capable of concentrating force into just twelve puncture wounds.
From twenty-six wounds on his first kill to twelve now, his technique had refined dramatically. Each void creature’s unique defenses—scales, layered flesh, flame barriers, fissioning bodies—had forced him to adapt, honing his skills. The “World-Destroying First Sword” lacked only real combat testing; now, it advanced by leaps and bounds.
Compared to the hundred wounds needed when he first arrived, twelve now sufficed—yet the spear’s power had increased tenfold.
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With all Sovereign void creatures slain, the attendants spread word to World Deities and lesser deities. Jubilation erupted.
“To live to see this day… to witness their fall… I am content.”
“All but the three chieftains are gone. This is more than we dared hope for.”
Attendants freed imprisoned Reverends and Sovereigns. All gazed into the distance, where three black-clad figures faced the three chieftains—monstrous Void Gods.
“We’ve had our vengeance.”
“I can die satisfied.”
“But that elder… he’s in grave danger now. The chieftains won’t spare him.” Hearts clenched as onlookers watched through void-projection techniques.
After an eternity of darkness, this slaughter—though the three strongest survived—was an unprecedented victory. The natives’ hatred had been vented; they asked for no more.
Now, they feared for their savior’s life. Many World Deities, learning of his peril from the mighty, prayed desperately for his survival, willing to trade their own lives for his safety.
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Yet Dongbo Xueying felt no fear. His three avatars stood firm in the void, spears ready, facing the three Void Gods.
The leader had golden wings and a grotesque head, his dark yellow eyes locked on Xueying. Beside him stood the black-scaled monster who had slain Xueying’s avatar before, and a hulking, three-eyed humanoid covered in fur.
“You should have hidden after surviving last time,” the scaled monster growled. “Yet you return to die.”
All three Xueyings spoke as one:
“I came to kill you.”
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