Netherworld Retrograde
Chapter 82 - 37: Night General, Awaiting the Forbidden Taboo_3

Chapter 82: Chapter 37: Night General, Awaiting the Forbidden Taboo_3

Watching those once ordinary people struggle in pain, Starfire’s heart twisted like a knife.

Yet there was nothing he could do, only follow the Processors as they continued to suppress the chaos and rescue the populace.

And when the rift expanded to three hundred meters, a pair of huge hands covered in scales reached out from the crack and tightly gripped the edges, pulling them apart.

It seemed intent on widening the rift enough to escape from it.

Even the elite Night General, Ye Boshou, stiffened at the sight.

It was an overpowering presence on a different level of life, one they could not resist.

But still, they mustered their courage, roaring as they prepared for battle.

No.3 Border City must not fall!

Even if that being truly descended into the Physical World, they would fight at all costs to drive the monster back!

Watching this, the man in the suit hiding in his room let out a faint chuckle.

"What a shocking scene. When calamity descends, humans stand ready, fighting to the death. It showcases humanity’s final glory," mused the man in the suit, "Sadly, this is all that is left of Border City’s last splendor."

"The Old Mad King really hasn’t made a move... Either he’s too old to fight, or he’s already dead."

"With No.3 Border City without the Old Mad King, Black Origin City and Doomsday Forest will likely push forward, and the Heavenly Kingdom won’t stand idly by."

"There will be changes in the three major restricted areas, and who knows if the other Giant Cities will withstand the pressure," the man in the suit murmured lowly, analyzing as he stood up to leave this place, to leave Border City.

His task was complete, and he could peacefully head to the ’ark’ to claim his reward.

Compared to Qin Zhi, who used the Song of Extinction in broad daylight, his own task was merely to quietly use God’s Whip within the Giant City. Even Qin Zhi didn’t know his identity.

He was indeed the safest spectator.

Now, as the show was coming to an end, it was time for him to take his leave.

However, as he turned around, he stiffened, and the God’s Whip in his hand trembled slightly.

Because an old man, a very old one, stood just outside his room.

The old man’s hair was snow-white, and his wrinkles could crush flies, rough like the bark of an old pine.

His body was so withered it was barely recognizable, his back hunched, no taller than one and a half meters.

Yet he wielded a Three-pointed Two-edged Blade.

Silently standing at the doorway.

The man in the suit was stiff all over, unable to move a muscle.

But the old man took a slow step forward, entering the room.

With the first step, his skin began to shine, and his wrinkles stretched and faded.

With the second step, his height increased, the withered muscles and bones filled out.

With the third step, his hair turned from white to black, no longer old in appearance.

With the fourth step, his vitality surged from heaven like an ancient giant beast.

With the fifth step, he stood before the man in the suit, now a robust man over two meters tall with messy hair, beneath which gleamed a pair of golden pupils!

"Mad... King," the man in the suit uttered the man’s title in a wail.

But the man ignored him, throwing the Three-pointed Blade straight out!

Like a meteor crossing the sky, it smashed directly into the rift.

A roar of extreme indignation came from the rift, but more hands atop the rift also vanished as it began to heal rapidly.

A single throw... a single throw had repelled that mysterious entity!

Fear gripped the heart of the man in the suit, yet he was overwhelmed by the dreadful power, unable to make even the slightest movement.

Then, he saw the Mad King’s hand approaching slowly.

"Ark, this isn’t over."

(Sorry for the slow hand speed.)