93: Chapter 93 Since no one's going to follow the rules, I'm not going to pretend anymore, I'm going to lay my cards on the table.

"What is this?"

The God of Exorcism's bell-like eyes widened.

With a single stomp of his foot, even the boiling oil cauldrons of the eighteen levels of Hell would have to make way for him. Ordinary evil spirits would die upon contact, yet this seemingly unremarkable mass of black mud could actually break his golden body of incense?

"Playing tricks!"

In an instant, the God of Exorcism let out another cold snort.

Regardless of what shady thing you are, since you are in front of me, you must follow my rules!

"Hey! Bold Prodigy, show your true form!"

He reached his right hand into the Void Realm and grabbed hard. Amidst a humming sound, a Seven-Star Sword, cold and gleaming with righteous energy, appeared out of thin air. On the blade, seven stellar runes swirled ceaselessly, emitting a pressure that made all ghosts tremble in fear.

"Break for me!"

The God of Exorcism flicked his wrist, and the sword light poured down like an inverted galaxy. Carrying the thunderous might of a true god of the underworld, he slashed fiercely at the constantly expanding black mud on the ground. This sword strike was enough to split the towering Mount Tai in two; even Thanatos from before would not have dared to take it head-on.

However, a bizarre scene unfolded.

When the sword light struck the black mud, the Sword Qi, which was enough to slay fierce ghosts, passed directly through the mud and hacked into the arena floor, kicking up a shower of gravel.

The black mud merely rippled, then quickly climbed up the sword blade, impossible to shake off!

"Hm?!"

The God of Exorcism was greatly alarmed and hurriedly withdrew his sword.

But the black mud was astonishingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it stained the tip of the sword.

The Seven-Star Sword, which had been gleaming coldly, let out a mournful cry the moment it touched the black mud. Its original spiritual light was blackened as if by ink, becoming dull and lusterless, and even mottled rust began to appear on the blade.

"My sword!"

The God of Exorcism cried out in distress; this was a treasure bestowed by King Yama!

He dared not be the slightest bit negligent. He swiped his left hand across his waist and pulled out a square, heavy seal. As soon as the seal appeared, an aura of majestic underworld law instantly swept across the entire arena.

That was the Judge's Seal.

It represented the supreme authority of the underworld judge and the unshakable majesty of the underworld law.

"By the law! Suppress!"

The God of Exorcism held the official seal high and brought it down fiercely upon the black shadow, which had already expanded to over two meters in height and was beginning to consume the surrounding space.

Boom!

A golden mantra of the word "Law" shot out from the official seal, carrying the unquestionable power of the rules, and slammed into the target.

This move had always been invincible. As long as it was a ghost or god with intelligence and Karma, they would have to obediently kneel and submit under this suppression of law.

But this time, an unexpected event occurred again.

The moment this golden word "Law" touched the black shadow, it was like a candle flame falling into the deep sea; it disappeared completely without even making a sound.

There was no resistance, no collision.

The black shadow did not even pause. It simply opened a "mouth" that had no teeth, no throat, and was only pure nothingness, and like swallowing air, it gulped down the word "Law" that represented the underworld's decree.

The black mud even rippled in an anthropomorphic way, as if it had let out a silent belch.

The God of Exorcism froze.

"What... what kind of monster is this?!"

He finally realized that the thing in front of him had no soul, no spirit, and no name!

It didn't even have malice.

It was just a phenomenon.

You cannot sentence a flood, nor can you lock a plague in prison.

No matter how great your official authority is, if you shout "Bold!" at a tsunami, will the tsunami pay any attention to you?

"Not good!"

The Old Daoist Priest stood up abruptly, his expression turning extremely ugly. "This thing is no longer Thanatos! It has no consciousness; it is pure death! It is a death calamity that is the embodiment of rules!"

"The God of Exorcism's methods are all aimed at ghosts and souls! But now the opponent has turned into a natural disaster, and these methods are ineffective!"

On the arena, the situation reversed in an instant.

That black shadow, known as the Ember of Tartarus, had now expanded into a pitch-black hill.

It was no longer passively taking hits but began to hunt back.

Countless pitch-black tentacles shot out from the black mud, wrapping around the God of Exorcism in an overwhelming manner.

The God of Exorcism was struggling to fend them off. Although he was agile, there were too many tentacles, and they could not be broken or cut.

Rip!

A tentacle grazed the God of Exorcism's waist, and his bright red official robe was instantly corroded, leaving a large gap, and the skin and flesh underneath turned charred black.

"Waaah! This angers me!"

The God of Exorcism grimaced in pain, jumping about to dodge while cursing, "What kind of filthy wretch is this! No martial virtue! If you have the guts, come out and fight me with real blades and guns! What kind of hero turns into this pile of mud!"

But the black shadow ignored his cursing entirely.

It began to mercilessly clear everything around it; any tangible substance, whether god or ghost, was to be reduced to nothingness by it.

Seeing that the God of Exorcism's range of movement was getting smaller and smaller, the entire arena was almost about to be swallowed by this black despair.

The Western gods finally revealed a long-lost smile.

"Do you see?"

Zeus sat back on his throne, a cold sneer curling his lips. "This is true Divine Might. Since we cannot defeat you within your rules, then we shall destroy the foundation of your rules."

"Without ghosts, your judge will no longer be a judge."

The hearts of the Dragon Summer people grew heavy once again.

How can this still be fought?

Physical attacks are ineffective, Spell attacks are swallowed, and even rule suppression fails because it cannot find a target.

This situation seems unsolvable!

However.

Just when everyone was burning with anxiety.

In the command hall.

The young man who had not spoken until now tapped the table lightly.

"Tap, tap."

The sound was faint, but it was clearly audible in the silent command room.

Su Yun watched the red figure dodging awkwardly on the screen. There was no panic on his face; instead, he nodded thoughtfully.

"So that's how it is."

Su Yun leaned back in his chair, even having the leisure to pick up his teacup and take a sip. "He turned a god into an uncontrollable natural disaster."

"Just like turning a criminal into a pollutant that needs to be cleaned up."

"The god on the other side is actually quite clever; to think he knows how to exploit loopholes in the rules."

The Old Daoist Priest was sweating profusely from anxiety. "Little Su! What time do you think it is to be analyzing! Senior God of Exorcism is about to lose! This thing eats everything, even the barrier is being corroded. If we don't find a way, if it loses control and spills out, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Don't worry."

Su Yun looked at the black shadow consuming everything with deep eyes.

"Since they don't follow the rules..."

"Then I won't pretend anymore, I'm showing my cards."

Su Yun's fingers slid gently across the System interface, stopping on the skill [General Star Descends to the World].