Deep in the skies of this world, endless crimson currents gathered, forming the forbidden zone of the entire Nine Netherworlds.
Even a Cosmic Sovereign could not venture deep into it.
Yet within this forbidden zone… whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The Mosha Clan clone flashed repeatedly, continuously descending downward.
“I must get there!”
…
As the Mosha Clan clone desperately traversed the crimson currents of the Nine Netherworlds, the massive encirclement continued to steadily contract.
“Number 39, hahaha… Look at that, I told you all along, this foreign Immortal is extraordinary indeed. To directly produce so many Immortal servants—can he be an ordinary powerhouse?” the Prince said with a smile.
“His Highness the Prince is wise.”
Both Cosmic Sovereigns flattered.
“The Immortal servants of the foreigner fled after disguising themselves!”
“Even two Immortal servants, one hiding inside the other’s world ring, suddenly emerged to escape when the other perished and our warriors let their guard down.”
“Or three Immortal servants charging different areas of the same defense line in succession.”
“But with over a hundred million warriors under my command, how could he possibly escape?” the Prince said confidently.
“That foreign Immortal is merely making a final struggle,” said the thin Cosmic Sovereign.
“Soon he will have nowhere to run,” added the other Cosmic Sovereign.
The Prince nodded, “Now the encirclement has shrunk to half its original size; our warriors are now in surplus. Half will continue with the previous strategy, while the other half will advance continuously, regardless of whether they encounter the foreigner or not. I want to sweep through as quickly as possible.”
“In this way, even if that foreigner sends out his servants, he won’t be able to slow down the advancement of my encirclement,” the Prince’s eyes flashed with a sharp glint.
Both Cosmic Sovereigns quickly agreed.
…
Indeed, as the encirclement shrank, the number of native warriors became clearly excessive.
With the command issued, half of the Monarchs and Immortals began rapidly advancing inward, sweeping through the area!
…
“Not good.”
In the bushes, Luo Feng’s expression changed. Through his dispatched Immortal servants, he clearly saw the movements of the encirclement.
“They’re no longer paying attention to my servants and are charging straight in?”
Luo Feng immediately realized that this was due to the shrinking encirclement.
“What should I do?”
“What should I do now?” Luo Feng grew anxious.
Previously, according to Luo Feng’s calculations, time was ample; the only issue was how many Immortal servants would be sacrificed. Now, with his servants no longer slowing the encirclement’s advancement, he was in serious trouble.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry up,” Luo Feng looked up at the endless crimson currents in the sky.
…
The encirclement now consisted of an outer and inner ring.
The outer ring continued with the previous strategy.
The inner ring, ignoring the foreign Immortal, charged inward relentlessly, sweeping through and clearing out all the foreigner’s arrangements.
“Charge!” “Charge!” “Charge!”
One by one, the Immortal servants charged outward, easily breaking through the inner encirclement as no one blocked them.
…
One day later.
The inner encirclement’s tens of millions of warriors finally began to converge.
“Your Highness, we have completed the sweep of the entire encircled area.”
“Send the order: the inner encirclement will expand and merge with the outer encirclement. Additionally, any foreigner encountered must be killed immediately,” the Prince commanded. At this point, the encirclement had become much smaller, and the density of warriors across the area had increased significantly.
…
Luo Feng had already fallen into an extremely perilous situation.
“Encircled from both inside and outside?” Luo Feng gritted his teeth. “I have no choice but to fight for the last bit of time. The Mosha Clan clone should arrive in approximately 3 hours and 17 minutes. I must hold on until then.”
Although the Nine Netherworld Sovereign owed a favor to the Chaos Citylord,
What was the value of a favor from the Nine Netherworld Sovereign?
Luo Feng would never use it lightly.
“As long as I escape the pursuit from below, the Nine Netherworld Sovereign, with his pride, probably won’t lay a hand on me. I’ve never heard of the Sovereign directly attacking a successor,” Luo Feng muttered to himself. Then with a wave of his hand, six more Immortal servants appeared, each respectfully bowing: “Master of Masters.” (“Master of Master of Masters.”)
“Follow my orders,” Luo Feng directly commanded.
“Yes.”
Each of the six servants transformed into Luo Feng’s image and quickly flew off according to his orders.
…
Luo Feng had truly gone all out.
With both the inner and outer encirclements advancing simultaneously, killing all foreigners. However, precisely because they killed all foreigners… the attacks from foreigners would cause the encirclement’s advancement to stall. Each stall required significant time for the Immortal warriors to regroup. However, as the distance decreased and the number of warriors increased, each charge resulted in only brief stalls.
…
“Your Highness, soon the inner and outer encirclements will converge. That foreigner won’t escape this time,” both Cosmic Sovereigns said eagerly.
The Prince nodded slightly, a smile on his face.
A trapped rat?
A final struggle?
The Immortal foreigner’s desperate resistance delighted the Prince.
“He really doesn’t want to die,” the Prince thought. “Otherwise, he wouldn’t be struggling so desperately despite knowing he’s in a desperate situation.”
“But in the end, you will fall into my hands.”
“I will thoroughly see what methods you, this foreigner, possess.” The Prince grew more eager. In his long life, his sources of joy were truly few.
…
Luo Feng looked up at the sky, a hint of surprise and joy on his face.
Whoosh!
A figure high above, like instantaneous teleportation, flashed repeatedly, and in an instant had already rushed downward and stopped—it was the Mosha Clan clone.
“He’s here.” Luo Feng secretly exhaled in relief and quickly entered the world ring of the Mosha Clan clone.
The Mosha clone transformed, black currents surging…
He directly transformed into a native Immortal warrior, his crimson body and red curved horns. Even his ‘aura’ perfectly replicated one of the hundreds of Immortal warriors who had once chased Luo Feng when he first arrived in the Nine Netherworlds.
“Over a day straight, hundreds of innate secret techniques used every second. My consciousness almost went mad from exhaustion.” The Mosha native warrior secretly exhaled in relief. This past day had been extremely exhausting; he hadn’t relaxed for even a moment. Continuously using innate secret techniques at such a high frequency…
Even many Cosmic Sovereigns would struggle to endure such fatigue with their willpower.
Luo Feng’s will was strong, and his desire to live pushed him through.
“Estimated about 11 minutes left before the inner encirclement reaches me first,” the Mosha native warrior smiled. “Unfortunately, you’re a step too late.”
…
The inner and outer encirclement’s hundreds of millions of native warriors were now very close, beginning their final sweeping assault.
High above in the sky,
The Prince floated high in midair, gazing over the endless land. All warriors naturally bowed respectfully upon spotting the Prince.
“Hahaha! The final annihilation is coming soon. Every single space will be occupied by my warriors.”
“I wonder where this alien will run to now!”
The Prince was elated.
Yet merely twenty minutes later,
“Your Highness, my troops have searched thoroughly but found no powerful foreign Immortal.”
“My troops also found no powerful foreign Immortal.”
“…No sign…”
One by one, the generals quickly reported.
This left the Prince momentarily stunned.
“How could there be no one?” The Prince roared furiously at the nine generals within the virtual world.
The nine generals hurriedly responded.
“Your Highness, during the sweep, we have already killed 83 suspicious foreigners attempting to escape. Our Immortal warriors’ combined attacks invoked the power of the Nine Netherworlds… even peak Monarchs from the outside world would be instantly destroyed. It’s likely that the foreign Immortal perished during this process.”
“Yes, Your Highness. We once discovered a suspicious foreigner, extremely fast and powerful. Moreover, the treasures he left behind were numerous. He might very well be the one we are looking for.”
“He must be the one.”
As the nine generals reported, the Prince only grew angrier: “No! That’s definitely not him! The initial scouting squad reported someone faster than a Captain-level Immortal warrior! Someone that fast definitely isn’t an ordinary powerhouse. And so far, there has been no such foreigner found!”
“Search! Keep searching!”
“You must find him!” The Prince roared.
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
…
Under the Prince’s furious command, the nine Cosmic Sovereign generals could only obediently comply.
However, despite the hundreds of millions of warriors frantically searching, they found nothing.
…
“Of course they can’t find anything, because I am one of your warriors,” the Mosha native Immortal warrior was very relaxed. Under the Prince’s furious command, hundreds of millions of warriors were frantically searching in all directions, and he took the opportunity to fly away.
Each warrior was responsible for a specific area.
He was no exception.
Thus…
He flew away without looking back, vanishing into the distance.
No matter how furiously the Prince roared, the hundreds of millions of warriors scoured the land repeatedly, yet they could not find a trace. Eventually… the Prince, though unwilling, had no choice but to order all warriors to return to their respective positions.
…
The Mosha native Immortal warrior didn’t rush to leave immediately.
“With the Mosha Clan clone, first, concealing my aura and changing identities, they can’t possibly detect me.”
“Second, even if detected, with the innate ability ‘Domain,’ even a Cosmic Sovereign couldn’t stop me.” It wasn’t without reason that the Mosha Clan was so confident, considering that teleportation was impossible within the Nine Netherworlds.
These powerful beings couldn’t teleport.
Yet the Mosha Clan clone could use its innate ‘Domain’ ability. Who could possibly catch up to the Mosha Clan clone?
“Peaceful native city.” The Mosha native Immortal warrior flew through the skies for a long time. Along the way, he encountered other native warriors traveling about, none suspecting Luo Feng, because… the Nine Netherworlds had never encountered any trouble before.
“This city doesn’t even have walls.”
Looking at it from afar.
Outside the city, there were many buildings, with many natives possessing crimson bodies and curved red horns living there. Deep within the city stood tall walls, likely the ‘inner city.’ Luo Feng guessed that the inner city probably housed some high-status or powerful individuals.
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage