Wars, wars never stop.

The Abyss Realm has never been a peaceful world.

Killing, blood, pollution, to survive in this world of crisis, any creature must have its own strength.

This kind of strength is not necessarily strong in its own absolute strength, it can be camouflage, it can be a toxin, or it can be sheltered by some kind of powerful creature.

And the rulers who are located at the highest level of the Abyss Realm, east, west, south, and north, represent the key to the entire Abyss Realm.

The Eastern World, the Lord of the Eastern Pole, ruled by the Great Xia Dragon Queen, occupies about one-tenth of the entire Abyss Realm.

This is the area where the mountains of the seas, the emperor, the Hua, and the Xia tribes gather, and it is the home of the human immortal warlocks who have carved out little by little with their own hands.

The most crops in the Abyss Realm, the most abundant and varied civilization in the Abyss Realm, and the most advanced knowledge in the Abyss Realm are all gathered in this magical oriental land.

Even the native inhabitants of the Abyss Realm had to admit that the Eastern World of the Abyss Realm was the most prosperous civilized world in the entire Abyss Realm.

The Lord of the South Pole, the southern land where the sun worship cult of the dark sun is mixed with the native inhabitants of the abyssal realm.

Most of this area is an endless desert, dotted with occasional oases, it is the habitat of many rare races in the Abyss Realm, and it is also the base camp of the human Abyss Sect Immortal Warlocks.

As a region where humans and natives live together, it can be regarded as an expansion area of human power.

If you only look at the size, the southern desert area is probably much larger than the eastern world, but the inhabitants are very sparse, and most of the aborigines are desert people who believe in the dark sun of the nine dark races.

Most of the inhabitants of the desert are simple and loyal, and they are steadfast in their belief in the sun.

After the immortal warlocks of the Human Abyss Sect moved here, they quickly accepted their beliefs and began to take this region as the core, taking root in the Abyss Realm little by little.

Although it is incompatible with the Heavenly Kingdom Sect due to its difference in philosophy, the Sun Worship Cult is a mixed organization of human beings and natives of the Abyssal Realm, and can be regarded as one of the allies of human tradition.

However, the most powerful organization in the Abyss Realm was not the Heavenly Sect or the Abyss Sect, but the two kings who ruled the North and the West.

The Lord of the Western Pole, the Lord of the Thunderbolts, the King of the Feathered Serpent, the oldest and most powerful fantasy species in the Abyss Realm, the king of all thunder spirit creatures, and the alliance leader of all god-level creatures in the Abyss Realm.

The two major regions in the east and the south ruled by the Sun Worship Cult together occupy only one-fifth of the known area of the Abyss Realm, while the area dominated by the Lord of the Western Poles, the King of the Feathered Serpentalls, occupies almost three-fifths of the Abyss Realm.

The King of the Feathered Serpental, this fantasy species that almost never appears outside of the Thunderbolt Ze, is the uncrowned king of the Abyss Realm in the true sense, and has countless strong soldiers under his command.

If it weren't for the fact that this King of Thunder and Lightning didn't have much interest in exterminating human forces, the human race would probably not be able to gain a foothold in the East at all.

In fact, if it weren't for the existence of this Quetzalcoatl King, the human immortal warlock force would have been completely defeated by the biggest traitor from his own camp, the White Bone Dao Monarch.

If it weren't for the White Bone Dao Monarch and the Lord of the Feathered Serpent who stopped attacking after the first battle, the inheritance of the human immortal warlock would probably no longer exist.

Now, the same nightmare has been revived again.

Thousands of ghostly bones swayed, and an army of netherworlds poured out of the gate of the Yellow Spring, located at the end of the world.

The Second Netherworld, a great battle between the living and the dead, came without warning.

After the heavy rain for seven days and seven nights, all the forces in the Abyss Realm immediately received the news from the northern land of the Abyss Realm by extraordinary means.

Tens of thousands of Nether Legions crossed the Gate of Yellow Springs between the present world and the ordinary world, and frantically poured out of the White Bone Dao Palace at the end of the world.

The West, the East, and the South, just like the last time during the World Destruction Tribulation, the White Bone Dao Monarch once again campaigned against the entire Abyss Realm at the same time.

There was no reason, no notice, as if it were a matter of course, and a new Nether War began.

In the Abyss Realm, on the border of the Eastern Region, the Third Legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow was the first to encounter the first Netherworld Legion.

"That's an exaggeration!"

"Unbelievable, is the White Bone Dao Monarch crazy, now there are three Tribulation Breakers on our side!"

Looking at the countless white bones that slowly and unshakably advanced at the end of the horizon, as well as the resentful souls that wrapped around these white bones, one by one the Divine Consciousness Rank Immortal Warlocks felt the suffocating wind of death.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Woo!

It was the weeping of the dead, it was the wailing of the resentful souls who had fallen into the Yellow Spring and could not be reincarnated, compared to this tower, which only housed a dozen or so Divine Consciousness Rank Immortal Warlocks, the Netherworld Army of more than a million was enough to make everyone tremble.

It's not a level of competition at all, just by seeing the more than one million Netherworld troops, these elites from the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow know that they can't hold it here.

Not only here, but the entire eastern region is close to the border fortresses and villages in the north, and not a single one can hold it.

What is the biggest gap between the dead and the living?

What is the biggest gap between the Nether Legion and the Human Immortal Warlock Legion?

The answer to the former is that the nature of life is different, and the dead are the people of the Netherworld who have lost everything and can no longer have a human body.

The answer to the latter is quantity, large enough to make everyone feel hopeless.

The Arctic land ruled by the White Bone Dao Monarch is the most barren in the Abyss Realm, the most unsuitable for all living beings to live, and a more desolate and icy world than the desert of the Southern Sun Worship Sect.

Although the land area is larger than that of the East and the South, and second only to the Western World dominated by the King of Quetzalcoatl, the Northern Lands are not suitable for human life at all, except for a very few creatures that are born with a cold constitution.

However, all this was not a problem for the White Bone Daojun.

Because this once had the hope of becoming the thirteenth earth immortal, a powerhouse of the Tribulation Period who was revered by all races, ruled by the inhabitants who did not belong to the human world, but came from the netherworld.

The frozen soil is endless, and there are no crops that can be grown for human consumption, but the ghosts don't need food in the first place.

The low temperature of dripping water into ice will cause human beings to die, but it is loved by ghosts and ghosts, and it can naturally contain a variety of strange ghosts.

No one knows how many kinds of ghosts were born in the northern land ruled by the White Bone Dao Monarch, and this number is increasing every year, every day, every minute, and every second.

Those immortal warlocks who were greedy for life and death, and found that they had no way out on the normal path of cultivation, threw themselves into the White Bone Dao Palace one after another, and became a member of the white bones.

No one could have imagined what it would be like for this group of Netherworld Immortal Dao Immortal Warlocks who had abandoned their bodies and signed a contract with the ghosts of the Santu River to become a member of the Netherworld.

At this moment, the elite immortal warlocks from the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow had the honor to witness this moment in history.

There is no war horn at all, only endless wind and weeping.

With hundreds of thousands of bones as the front, more than tens of thousands of red giant ghosts as the center, and hundreds of towering white bone chariots as the rear formation, a heavily armed Netherworld army stepped into the eastern land.

The Netherworld army from the end of the northern world announced to the entire Abyss Realm that a new round of the Great Tribulation had arrived.

"Counterattack, counterattack, even if you want to retreat, you have to consume their living strength!" The leader of this garrison, the commander of the Third Legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, roared hoarsely and launched a large array that he thought he would never have had a chance to launch in his life.

"Boom!" Glazed golden pillars rose from the ground, connecting the leylines of the abyssal realm, drawing the power of the earth's leylines and firing at the Netherworld army that had covered the entire end of the horizon.

The transparent glazed golden light, which was specially used to purify the ghostly objects arranged by the Buddhist monks, flew away, which was the glazed golden pillar array that Princess Condor had also used.

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

Not only the glazed golden light of the Buddhist Gate, but also the thunder beads that the immortal warlocks are good at.

Originally, it was only stored in this fortress warehouse for later use, and the Lei Yuan Beads that could only be unsealed and used at the most critical moment flew out of the immortal array in the center of the fortress one by one, and then fell vertically towards the Netherworld Army.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! "A series of violent explosions resounded in the military formation of the Netherworld army, if it was a human army, even if there were millions of them, I am afraid that they would have been blown up in all directions, or even collapsed directly.

But the Netherworld Army does not have that kind of weakness, even if the army around them is blown to ashes in an instant, the white bone ghosts next to them do not waver in the slightest, and they turn a blind eye to it completely.

Even, even the pace of their progress has not changed in the slightest, which is the most cold place.

Fearlessness is one of the most terrifying traits of the Nether Army.

A human army is at risk of collapse if it is reduced by one-fifth.

If you can reduce your strength by half and continue to fight, you are already an ace army among aces, and the commander can be called a peerless general.

If two-thirds of the number of troops is reduced and there is no rout, then the name of the god of war is worthy of its name.

But the Netherworld army under the command of the White Bone Dao Monarch, any legion will fight to the last soldier, and it will never give up the battle until it is completely destroyed.

The ghostly ghosts under the command of the White Bone Dao Monarch have no fear of that kind of thing, even if they encounter the purification technique of the natural enemy-Buddhism, the power of the Taoist thunder is only restrained.

The deceased has long lost the feelings of fear and despair, especially the Netherworld Army dominated by the White Bone Dao Monarch, there is no such thing as "weakness" at all.

After almost draining the power of the surrounding leylines in a short period of time, and at the same time blowing up all the thunder beads in the inventory, the third legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow found that it had only eliminated less than one-tenth of the white bone ghosts.

As for the stronger Red Giants, as well as the Bone Chariots that appeared to be gigantic and were apparently used as strategic weapons, the losses were almost negligible.

According to reason, this is impossible, the glazed golden light launched by extracting the power of the leylines, and the Lei Yuan Beads that have been stored in the entire fortress for thousands of years, are theoretically enough to destroy such a Netherworld Legion.

This fortress, guarded by the elites of the Third Legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, was originally specially built just in case it was against the strength of the White Bone Dao Monarch.

The Eight Glazed Golden Pillars engraved by the Buddhist monks, the secret thunder beads made by the Taoist Lei Gang's technique, and these Divine Consciousness Order Immortal Warlocks who all have the Thunder Method, and the second-order legion commander of the Heavenly Domain, are all chess pieces arranged for the Netherworld Army.

"What's going on, why is the result so small?" Although he had already decided to retreat, Li Feng, the commander of the Third Legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, couldn't believe that the strongest wave of attacks launched by the fortress had only achieved such a meager result.

White bones and ghosts, that is the cannon fodder of the Netherworld Legion, a group of scum that the immortal warlock has no combat power.

The Eight Gates Glazed Golden Pillar Array and the indiscriminate thunder bead bombardment, that is a move that can completely destroy even the ghosts of the Divine Consciousness Rank.

The strongest round of attacks in the entire fortress wiped out 100,000 white bone ghosts, what a joke!

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

A strange trembling sound trembled in the air, and the entire world's heaven and earth vitality was in chaos, and dozens of towering white bone chariots at the last position of the Netherworld Army slowly lowered their cannon barrels.

A black crystal hovers over all the bone chariots, adjusting a singular frequency.

"What's that!"

"Run, run!"

The light around the bone chariot faded away, becoming like night.

And at the source of the darkness, huge black balls of light slowly grew in the inscription array at the top of the white bone chariot.

Circles of striped inscriptions continued to swirl and accelerate on the black ball, and the momentum emitted by the black ball became more and more dangerous.

Black lightning bolts appeared and disappeared around the black balls.

When all the inscriptions were completed, dozens of black orbs simultaneously slashed black marks and thundered down towards the fortress that humanity was proud of.

At that moment, quiet, too quiet, the black ball touched the fortress, but it did not explode, but spread out like a ball,

Whether it is a house, a bridge, an immortal array, an arm, all the masterpieces of human civilization, including rivers and soil, as long as they come into contact with that black substance, they will inevitably turn into debris that cannot be seen by the naked eye and disappear.

The black wave of light annihilated everything that could be destroyed in all it encountered.

All things are to darkness.

Then, a huge gate of Yellow Springs opened in this area of absolute darkness.

More, more innumerable ghosts, came out of this open gate of Yellow Springs.

The moment he saw this scene, the Third Legion of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, which fled from the fortress in a hurry at the last moment, felt for the first time what true despair was.

It's not an opponent they're qualified to face, and this power isn't within their reach.

It's calamity, it's death, it's darkness, it's a nightmare that consumes everything.

The White Bone Dao Monarch has finally set off a new catastrophe of destruction once again.

Under the Yellow Spring, no one lives forever.