The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 777 - 739: The Golden Insects of Netherworld Prison

Chapter 777: Chapter 739: The Golden Insects of Netherworld Prison

Above the golden "Ming Prison Soul Bee," Bai Zi also seemed somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that it was inappropriate for Long Di to have not appeared yet.

For He had already exerted His full strength!

The descent of the Giant Spirit Race Divine Spirit A Ta, operating the mysteries of Divine Skills, involved the myriad golden iron objects above, which prevented His "Soul Burial Abyss" from continuing its force.

Numerous Divine Spirits and ships were descending from the world above, with a battle poised to erupt below.

He felt that Long Di should also have appeared and taken action by now.

Alas, the Netherworld God Leader who was howling within His prolonged cry, did not emerge as He wished.

"A golden insect."

Pang Jian, in the sky, took great care to scrutinize, releasing his Divine Consciousness to sense, and suddenly noticed that beneath Bai Zi’s feet, the "Ming Prison Soul Bee" was staring at him with a pair of golden compound eyes.

A beam of golden light, reaching directly into his mind, flashed from the insect’s eyes.

The insect clearly hesitated.

Pang Jian also hesitated.

Previously, whenever this golden insect gazed at any Divine Spirit, that Divine Spirit’s Spiritual Soul would quickly be torn apart and be encompassed within the "Soul Burial Abyss."

Just now, he had clearly felt the sharp fierceness of the golden light and had secretly prepared himself, planning to confront it with all his might.

However, the golden light capable of severing his Divine Consciousness immediately retracted all its sharpness!

He hesitated, stunned by the sudden withdrawal of the golden insect.

The insect hesitated, taken aback as it felt the warmth of its homeland, like that of a beehive, deep inside Pang Jian’s mind.

The beehive where it was born had long been silent and desolate, just like this golden "Ming Prison Soul Bee," almost completely extinct in this world, with only a few possibly remaining and usually roaming outside.

Had it not been for an invasion of the Ming Prison, Bai Zi would not have brought it back to its homeland to participate in this catastrophic war.

It had not expected to detect the warmth of a beehive from another person, to feel such a comfortable soul atmosphere.

"Family..."

Such a thought unexpectedly surfaced in the mind of the golden "Ming Prison Soul Bee."

"You still have many of your kind; they are all in Purgatory, numbering tens of thousands. There is a Powerhouse who is rapidly growing but is currently not as strong as you," Pang Jian’s mind resonated with sound waves.

The "Ming Prison Soul Bee" clearly understood, and its golden compound eyes flickered with a soft light, seemingly quite pleased.

...

Suddenly!

"Lord Long Di!"

"Leader!"

From the depths of the sea above the lower layers of other lands in Ming Prison, calls were coming.

Low-rank Gods and Realm Gods, seen from other Misty Sea Worlds, were directing ships of diverse designs, moving towards different continents.

There were also ships reaching directly into the deep sea, rushing towards some crystal palaces at the seafloor.

The underworld of Ming Prison immediately burst into intense gunfire!

Powerful Nether Race Warriors, wielding astonishingly lethal weapons, clad in luxurious armor, furiously rushed out from the forestlands of continents, from ancient cities, from sacred places where Spiritual Energy floated like clouds of smoke.

The battlefield finally shifted from the upper world to the lower world.

Those warriors of the Nether Race, whether with black hair and eyes or blond hair and blue eyes, despite their different appearances, fiercely clashed with the invading warriors of the Alien Tribes.

Several Netherworld Gods with bloodlines reaching level ten and combined with Spiritual Soul and destiny, also eagerly emerged from various continents.

This clan, which had dominated various worlds of the Misty Sea for years, notorious and prestigious, showed no fear in the face of this existential crisis, each displaying fearless valor.

Crying out Long Di’s name, they utilized astonishing Divine Secret Techniques and numerous dazzling magical arts and skills.

Long Di was their spiritual faith.

They firmly believed that in this war launched by external enemies, they would ultimately win the final victory.

In mid-air, Pang Jian’s mind suddenly buzzed.

His connection with the golden insect was abruptly severed, and he saw Bai Zi and the insect flying upwards together.

At the same time, he felt a tremendous surge of mental torrent, sensed the Divine Consciousness of Ming Prison powerhouses, and connected to a torrent of Spiritual Souls, unfolding an invisible deep sea of souls.

This deep sea, formed by all the powerful souls of the Nether Race, existed above the oceanic floor of Ming Prison.

A mighty suction force gradually arose from that invisible deep sea, drawing souls of the same origin and also attracting Pang Jian’s Divine Consciousness, intending to assimilate him into it.

Unlike the "Soul Burial Abyss," this deep sea, which absorbed Divine Consciousness and compatible Spiritual Souls, consisted entirely of powerful beings from the Nether Tribe.

The deep sea targeted the soul power of the same kind and origin, with no malice at all.

It just sought to gather more usable power.

"My Spiritual Soul, indeed, has ties with Ming Prison."

Pang Jian quietly floated up a bit more, distancing himself from the mysterious deep sea that Haiwei temporarily couldn’t detect, while keeping an eye on the strange occurrences in Long Di’s continent.

"Whiz! Whiz!"

More crystalline glow of destiny flew out from the land where Long Di resided and also from other continents.

The crystal glows carefully concealed themselves in that deep cave leading straight to the underside of the earth.

The cave seemed to be the hiding place of Long Di.

"So many Divine Spirits in Ming Prison indeed!"

Pang Jian turned pale with shock.

In such a short span, more than twenty streaks of fate had dispersed due to the death of a Netherworld God and were swallowed by the deep cavern.

In the lower levels of the Netherworld Continent, even more Netherworld Gods were battling with alien Divine Spirits, with at least several dozen more streaks of fate still at play!

The fate created by the Nether Tribe, vastly larger than Purgatory and with many more times the population of the Human Race, obviously far surpassed that of Purgatory.

Long Di, to involve so much fate, what exactly was he planning to do?

Pang Jian increasingly felt that the leader of the Netherworld Prison was no ordinary figure and must have grand ambitions.

"A Ta!"

The Great Demon God Fa Jie suddenly screamed sharply.

Pang Jian turned his head at the sound and saw that massive figure, akin to a giant iron tower of the Giant Spirit Race Divine Spirit, with a spot of gold appearing on his crown.

It was a golden bee!

Aboard the bee stood Realm God Bai Zi, her strikingly green robe shimmering with a light that seemed capable of slicing through all things.

"Hiss!"

The golden "Ming Prison Soul Bee," with its delicate toes and toenails, suddenly tore open A Ta’s skull.

This member of the Giant Spirit Race Divine Spirit, whose body was as tough as gold iron and impervious to all weapons, had a crack split open atop his head.

The next moment, the golden bee, controlled by Bai Zi, joyfully entered A Ta’s mind and emitted an extremely joyful buzzing sound.

Bai Zi pursed her lips, a cold intent forming as she flicked her flowing sleeves and pointed her staff towards the crack atop A Ta’s head.

"Whoosh!"

A stream of emerald light entered, collaborating with the golden bee in devouring A Ta’s Spiritual Soul.

"This is the Netherworld Prison, in our world, we have advantages you can’t imagine."

Bai Zi suddenly flew through the void, charging toward the Great Demon God Fa Jie.

The "Soul Burial Abyss," polluted after A Ta’s exposure to rust, gold dust, and silver sand, and then stuffed with countless items of gold iron, transformed into myriad streams of light and flew away.

"Soul Burial Abyss" disintegrated, disseminated into millions of parts, and upon leaving that area, suddenly reassembled.

"Bai Zi, you forced our hand! As a fellow Realm God, we intended to spare your life, but you do not appreciate mercy! If A Ta suffers the slightest harm, I will exterminate every Netherworld God and Nether Race Warrior in your Netherworld Prison!"

As Fa Jie expressed his fury, his massive Demon Body instead shrank rapidly.

Within moments, Fa Jie transformed into a lean Demon Clan Warrior, his entire being exuding sharpness.

"You invade my Netherworld Prison, wreak havoc in my world, and then blame me for not showing submission?" Bai Zi’s slender form danced gracefully through the void.

Her eyes and expressions were cold: "Fa Jie, who do you think you are? If it were Mo Tian, your former master, speaking these words, we might have endured."

"But who do you think you are, Fa Jie?"

The reunited "Soul Burial Abyss," which had been immensely vast, suddenly contracted and transformed into a series of glowing green streams, merging into the green gown worn by Bai Zi.

She initiated a catastrophe, swallowing souls and Divine Consciousness, seemingly just to assimilate the harvested power into her gown.

"Today, I, Bai Zi, will execute every Realm God of the Misty Sea here."

Her green gown’s hem fluttered, and she wielded her "Soul-Burying Staff" with dazzling brilliance, each beam of bluish-green light containing a marvelous soul Secret Skill.

Soul Capture, soul transfer, erasing karma, holding reincarnation, Possession, rebirth, soul tranquility...

Too many soul-related principles were embodied in those beams of light, enveloping the space where the refined Demon God Fa Jie stood.

At a glance, it looked as if rings of strange halos surrounded Fa Jie’s refined Demon Body.

The disappearance of the "Soul Burial Abyss" instead greatly shook Bai Zi’s Mana, allowing her to instantaneously deploy hundreds of Divine Secret Techniques.

Even the Great Demon God Fa Jie was trapped by Bai Zi’s power, momentarily unable to break free.

In the Netherworld Prison, there are always two most powerful contemporary Netherworld Gods, one is the master of the Netherworld Prison, the leader of all Netherworld Gods.

The other is the Realm God of the Netherworld.

Although Long Di has yet to appear, Bai Zi, as the Realm God of this world, has already caused immense suffering to the invading external Divine Spirits.

She wasn’t exaggerating.

As a High God, in her familiar Netherworld Prison, in this world that nurtured and sustained her, she was unlike other High Gods.

"Hai Yin!"

After Bai Zi called out lightly, her gaze fell on Haiwei in the sky, saying, "Kill this member of your race, take the Realm God Card from him, and you will be the Realm God of the Sea Prison."

"Alright!"

A massive Sea Lion suddenly leaped out from a hidden nook in the deep sea.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

With towering waves accompanying it, the Sea Lion broke swiftly from the deep sea and charged towards Haiwei.

The Sea Lion opened its mouth, and on its tongue rested a huge colorful-glowing pearl.

The moment Realm God Haiwei saw the pearl, she began to feel dizzy, her Bloodline went out of control, and she plummeted downward.

She was utterly powerless to retaliate.

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