119: The bottom of the abyss!

At the same moment, within the Wild Abyss—

The Lord of the End stepped on the head of the Wild Nine-Armed Lord and said coldly, “You call yourself a Lord? I thought you’d be formidable, but you’re just a show-off.”

The Nine-Armed Lord’s head let out a piercing crack under the Lord of the End’s foot, its sole remaining eye filled with fear and disbelief.

At this moment, its massive body lay limp in a pool of blood, like a heap of discarded rags, and seven of its nine once-proud arms had been brutally torn off.

“M-my Lord, spare me…” The Nine-Armed Lord’s voice was hoarse, like a leaking bellows.

“I am willing to offer control of the entire 49th layer…”

The Lord of the End sneered, lifted his black combat boot, and mercilessly crushed its last intact eyeball.

“Control? Do you think I care about such things?” He looked up at the blood-red horizon in the distance, where a spatial rift was slowly closing.

Since losing contact with his main body, he had slaughtered twelve Abyss Lords here, but still couldn't find a way back to Blue Star.

The only useful information he had obtained was that it might be possible at the deepest layer of the Abyss.

“Tell me,” the Lord of the End suddenly bent down and grabbed the Nine-Armed Lord’s broken single horn, “where is the entrance to the deepest layer of the Abyss?”

The Nine-Armed Lord trembled even more violently:

“Below the 99th layer is…is the Forbidden Land! No Lord dares approach there…”

Before he finished speaking, the Lord of the End’s palm had pierced through its chest, pulling out a still-beating purple heart.

“Useless.”

He whispered disdainfully, crushing the heart with a casual flick of his wrist, letting the foul, bloody fluid drip from his gauntlet.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the trembling Six-Armed Monster in the corner—this was the guide he had captured earliest.

At this moment, this guide was curled up in a ball, clutching its head, its six arms tightly protecting itself.

Only by doing so could it feel a sliver of safety.

“Lead the way.” The Lord of the End flicked the blood from his hand, his voice as cold and hard as ice.

“To the 50th layer.”

The Six-Armed Monster almost cried:

“My Lord! The 50th layer has the Wild Ten-Armed Lord, it’s ten times more brutal than this one! And…”

Before it could finish speaking, a black light flashed, and one of its arms was instantly severed at the root.

The Lord of the End’s voice was cold and merciless: “I don’t like repeating myself.”

The Six-Armed Monster clutched its severed arm, dark purple blood continuously seeping from between its fingers.

It struggled to its feet, making a gesture of submission with its remaining five arms:

“Y-yes, my Lord, please follow me…”

The Lord of the End followed this trembling guide, passing through corridors piled high with flesh and blood.

The surrounding walls were embedded with still-pulsating organs, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

Just then, the guide tremblingly stopped, pointing with a shaking hand to a spiral staircase made of bones ahead:

“M-my Lord…going down from here is the 50th layer…but…”

“Shut up.” The Lord of the End glanced coldly, raising his foot and kicking it flying.

Then he strode forward, walking directly towards the eerie staircase.

However, just as he stepped onto the first step, the entire spiral staircase suddenly came to life!

Countless pale arms reached out from the crevices, gripping his combat boots tightly.

“Boring.”

The Lord of the End scoffed disdainfully, and a surge of ink-black energy instantly erupted around him.

The bone hands were instantly crushed into powder, and the entire bone staircase began to violently collapse along with them.

He didn't bother to waste any more time, directly leaping and falling into the depths of the Abyss.

When he arrived at the 50th layer, the sight before him was chilling—there was no ground here, only platforms of flesh and blood floating in the air, each platform impaled with countless twisted creatures.

They continuously let out shrill wails, echoing in this endless darkness.

“Welcome to my paradise, intruder.”

A deep, hoarse voice came from the depths of the blood mist.

As the mist dispersed, a colossal figure gradually appeared.

Its body was three times larger than the previous Nine-Armed Lord, possessing ten scaled arms, each capable of transforming into different weapon forms at its end.

Even more horrifying, its abdomen split open into a massive mouth, densely filled with constantly rotating eyeballs.

The Lord of the End raised an eyebrow, his tone as calm as if discussing the weather:

“So you’re that Ten-Armed Lord? You don’t look like much.”

Upon hearing this, the Ten-Armed Lord flew into a rage, its deafening laughter mixed with powerful sonic shockwaves, directly shattering the unfortunate creatures on several nearby platforms.

“Arrogant fool! I will personally tear off your limbs—”

Before he finished speaking, the Lord of the End’s figure had vanished into thin air, only to appear before him the next second.

He punched the massive abdominalgap, and dozens of eyeballs instantly burst, red liquid splattering everywhere.

“Ah!!!”

The Ten-Armed Lord roared in pain, all ten of its arms simultaneously flailing, various weapons of different forms slashing down at the Lord of the End.

But to everyone’s surprise, the Lord of the End did not evade at all.

When the weapons touched his body, they instantly decayed and disintegrated, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

“This is impossible!” The Ten-Armed Lord retreated in terror, its voice filled with despair.

“My weapons are all forged from ancient artifacts…how could they…”

“Less talk.” The Lord of the End sneered, single-handedly clutching its throat, his other hand unhesitatingly plunging into its chest.

“Tell me, how do I get to the deepest layer of the Abyss?”

The Ten-Armed Lord struggled desperately, but a strange smile appeared at the corner of its mouth:

“You…want to see that Lord? Very well…I’ll send you on your way!”

Its body suddenly swelled, and a strange red glow permeated beneath its skin.

The Lord of the End narrowed his eyes, and at the moment before the explosion, he flung it into the distance.

“Boom—!!!”

A powerful shockwave swept through the entire 50th layer, and the platforms made of flesh and blood instantly collapsed.

At the core of the explosion, a twisted spatial vortex formed, emitting a chilling aura.

The Lord of the End stood at the edge of the vortex, a cold sneer playing at the corner of his mouth:

“So that’s how it is, it must be activated by a Lord-level existence offering itself as a sacrifice… No wonder none of those guys before were willing.”

He stepped into the vortex without hesitation, his figure instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.

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