48: Chapter 48 Inviting the Enemy into the Trap

In the chaotic void, outside the boundary wall.

There was no sunlight here, only eternal gray mist and suffocating dead silence.

Two massive figures were lurking within the chaotic airflow.

The one on the left stood a hundred zhang tall, completely draped in freshly dripping human skins, the mouth of every skin silently wailing. He was the Lord of the Underworld in Aztec mythology—Mictlantecuhtli.

Beside him was a slightly smaller entity. Her lower body was a mass of ghastly white bones, but her upper body possessed a seductive, fleshy form. In her hand, she carried a spirit lamp crafted from an infant's skull. This was his Queen, Mictlancihuatl.

"My dear, is the intelligence from that old fool Satan reliable?"

The King of the Underworld greedily sniffed the dense vitality emanating from within the boundary wall, yet retained a bestial wariness. "The Eastern Pantheon... has it truly declined to the point where it doesn't even have a main god anymore?"

"Rest assured, our scouts from the Abyss have reported back countless times."

The Queen of the Underworld extended a sharp, bony claw and lightly traced the seemingly weak crack on the boundary wall, her eyes flashing with crazed light. "That sword mark looks terrifying, but it is merely the last glimmer of the East's twilight. The current Huaxia Underworld is a piece of fat meat without an owner."

She extended her scarlet tongue and licked the corner of her mouth: "Satan said that as long as we act fast enough to swallow the Eastern Origin, we can escape that barren corner of South America, and even contend with those hypocrites from Mount Olympus!"

This was practically a pie falling from the sky!

For the Aztecs, who were constantly ostracized by the mainstream pantheons, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to turn the tables.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's eat!"

The King of the Underworld grinned menacingly and hesitated no longer. His massive body violently smashed against the boundary wall, like a meteor crashing to earth.

Rumble—!

The boundary wall, already appearing 'rickety,' proved utterly fragile against the full-force impact of a main god, instantly shattering to reveal a massive breach.

"Rush in! Kill everything! Loot everything! Devour it all!"

The two deities, leading tens of thousands of undead legions, surged madly into the territory of the Eastern Underworld like a black, turbid flood, bringing barbarism and greed.

However, the expected chaos did not materialize.

There were no panicked wandering souls, no empty and fragile defensive lines.

The moment they crossed the boundary wall, the dense mist surrounding them suddenly receded to both sides, as if a great curtain had been drawn back.

What greeted their eyes was a perfectly arranged formation of a hundred thousand Yin soldiers, ready for battle, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Black clouds pressed down on the city; the scene was utterly silent.

That kind of grim discipline was a product of an entirely different dimension compared to the messy, barbaric charge of the Aztecs.

And at the very front of the formation stood a young man in a black robe, his hands clasped behind his back. Beneath his feet rested a thousand-zhang black dragon forged from Nine Nether Cold Iron. He was even holding a half-finished cup of tea, looking at the intruders as if observing two hard dishes just served on a table.

His gaze held no anger, only a detachment that made even gods feel a chill, and... a hint of relief that he hadn't waited too long.

"Not bad, not too slow."

Pei Fei spoke lightly. His voice was not loud, but it stirred ripples in the void, drilling precisely into the ears of every undead soldier.

"This is... a trap?!"

The King of the Underworld's heart leaped violently.

What kind of masterless land was this? This was clearly the gaping maw of an abyss that had long opened its mouth waiting for them to jump in!

"Retreat! Quick, retreat! That liar Satan!!"

The King of the Underworld reacted extremely quickly, instinctively wanting to pull back.

Just then, a piercing divine message crossed the infinite dimensional space and exploded directly in his mind.

It was the desperate wail sent by the High Priest remaining in the divine kingdom, with the roar of countless collapsing temples as background noise:

"My Lord!! The Abyss... the Abyss demons have invaded!!"

"Satan! It's Satan! That devil is gnawing at the foundation of our divine kingdom! We must return to defend... Ah!!"

Pfft.

The sound stopped abruptly, leaving only a chilling chewing noise and the crisp sound of cloven hooves crushing bone.

"Satan!!!"

Mictlantecuhtli let out a roar that shook the void: "You despicable bastard! You dare to raid our home!!"

He finally understood!

The talk of the Eastern decline, the masterless fat meat—it was all a lie woven by that old goat!

Satan not only wanted to use the Easterners' sword to kill them, but he also intended to swallow their lair while they were all away!

The Eastern Underworld, which had long been sharpening its blades, was in front; the Abyss demons, frantically looting their home, were behind.

This wasn't a hunt; it was a 'pig butchering' scheme targeting the Aztec Pantheon!

"It's over... It's all over..."

The madness in the Queen of the Underworld's eyes instantly turned to despair.

"Don't panic! As long as we can break out! As long as the Godhead remains!"

The King of the Underworld was also a ruthless character and instantly judged the fatal nature of the situation.

Pei Fei's posture made it impossible for them to leave, and if their divine kingdom fell, they would be rootless ducks.

"Fight them! Fight our way out!"

"Fight?"

Pei Fei stood atop the dragon's head and lightly raised his right hand. The Son of Heaven Sword was not drawn; he merely waved it downward casually, as if swatting away a fly.

"If we were outside, this Emperor might have to exert some effort. But since you have entered the projection range of Luofeng Mountain, your rules shall be rewritten by this Emperor."

"Go down for me."