Chapter 632: Nightmare Unleashed

In a blood-soaked sky, Yenir in his Judgment Form appeared like a demonic god risen from hell.

Colossal, ruthless, and too terrifying to behold, the clawed black mist swirling around him and the immense Blood Shadow hungrily absorbing blood from behind instilled an unimaginable sense of dread.

Even with Yenir standing amidst them, completely surrounded.

Yet at that very moment, every third-stage Rebel shuddered instinctively, as if they’d forgotten what they were meant to do.

Such an utterly brazen taunt left them all in stunned silence.

The scene froze—absurd and bizarre.

“Tick, tick…”

A droplet of blood slid from the tip of the sword in Yenir’s hand.

With a soft plunk, it fell into a massive pit below the battlefield.

Like a shattering explosion in a bottomless abyss, that piercing thud immediately jolted everyone.

“He’s dead…”

“He’s really dead!?”

Cheng Longhu is dead! Yenir has, in plain sight, brutally executed this top-tier warrior!

“Old Cheng! No! General Cheng!!”

“Ahhh! You little bastard! I want you dead!!”

“Kill him!! Kill him!!”

The scene shifted.

Among the first batch of third-stage elites flung by Yenir’s might, a relatively young middle-aged man went berserk—his bloodshot eyes blazing as he screamed. Grabbing his giant sword, he charged at Yenir like a madman!

Driven by unbridled hatred, he didn’t care if he was even a match for Yenir!

He craved revenge! He wanted that deranged monster to die!

In this battle, neither side felt they were at fault.

Perhaps to Yenir, Fang Hao and the others, Cheng Longhu and his comrades were mere Rebels—arrogant parasites leeching off Huaguo’s survivors.

But to him, Cheng Longhu had been Huaguo’s War God—a mentor and leader who once nurtured and guided him!

“Charge! Bring it on! Focus your fire and kill him!!”

Amid the rising clamor of battle cries, no matter how terrifying Yenir’s power appeared, everyone knew they had no other choice!

Resurrected like a nightmare reborn, any further arrogance from Yenir would shatter their morale completely!

Ignoring the onslaught of Otherworldly Ghosts under Yenir’s command and dismissing threats from Fang Hao and the others!

At that moment, every Rebel elite ranked killing Yenir as their top priority!

“He can’t resurrect again!! Cut off his head! He must have teleported away just now!!”

“Boom boom! Boom! Boom!!”

Everyone fought with all their might!

Under the focused aura of fifty-eight third-stage elites, Yenir was instantly targeted by a surge of spirit energy and murderous intent, as each combatant unleashed their strongest skills in a frenzied assault.

In a bid to rally his comrades, a third-stage elite originally assigned to a solo kill mission stepped up to assume Cheng Longhu’s command, banishing the lingering fear.

He refused to believe that Yenir could truly resurrect! No matter if you take a step back or a hundred million steps, he couldn’t accept that Yenir was capable of endless resurrections!

Surely some incredibly rare artifact was keeping that kid alive!

Given the calibre of Li Xuanguo and his allies, that possibility couldn’t be ruled out!

Meanwhile, as all the third-stage elites turned to charge Yenir, even the Prime Minister—whom they were protecting—wore an expression of horror, issuing a death-order for Fang Hao and his team to provide immediate support!

“Hurry and help Yenir!! Leave me out of it!”

One mistake might be forgiven—even if it wasn’t his fault—but with someone like Li Xuanguo, how could the same error happen twice!?

Honestly, witnessing Yenir’s resurrection was so shocking it nearly pushed him over the edge!

Yenir must not die again! No matter how twisted he may be, he has to stay alive—it’s just too destabilizing!

“Yes!! Prime Minister!!”

This time, having received the death-order, Fang Hao didn’t dare hesitate.

He brandished his spear and, along with General Qin Feng and the others, rushed headlong toward the central battlefield.

Like the Rebels, Yenir’s rebirth had clearly terrified him. Unlike those in denial, he saw with his own eyes that Yenir had truly come back.

Especially when a crucial detail caught his eye—Yenir’s resurrection ability seemed to burst forth from the bodies of fallen third-stage warriors!

He couldn’t fathom what kind of twisted ability this was; in that instant, Fang Hao was struck by a wild premonition.

This kid Yenir would bring even greater shocks in the future!

Before Fang Hao could lead his men in a charge to support Yenir,

as if confirming his suspicion, in less than half a second a sudden telepathic transmission of spirit energy rang in his ears.

“Uncle Fang, you don’t need to help me!”

“Conserve your strength, prepare to intercept!”

“These idiots…”

“I can take them down by myself!”

Fang Hao: !!?

The next second,

in the eyes of Fang Hao and the others who instinctively watched,

they saw Yenir, encircled by a barrage of spirit energy skills—as if under a boss-level assault—who, in a brazen display, neither dodged nor flinched.

He stood midair, surveying the entire battlefield.

His eyes, tainted by the malevolence of black mist, brimmed with scorn and indifference—as if the attacking Rebels were nothing more than ants!

“You want to kill me?”

“You just don’t understand—I have long been invincible…!”

“Boom!!!”

Blood-red light shot up into the sky.

Behind Yenir, the Blood Shadow let out a chilling laugh in sync with his voice.

In an instant, the sky above him darkened abruptly, as if the world were cloaked in darkness, forming a massive, kilometer-wide vortex.

Before any of the third-stage elites could comprehend what was happening,

a massive black sword’s tip burst forth from the vortex and then plummeted at a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye!

Judgment Sword!

Unleashed by Yenir, the Judgment Sword was his most formidable mass-attack move, second only to his fully-powered Divine Rage SSS-Level Sword Technique!

It served as bait, drawing in hordes of third-stage elites to assail him.

Yenir had no doubt that this sword of destruction, moving at over twenty times the speed of sound, would unleash unfathomable devastation!

Whoosh—Boom!!!

Though the massive destructive sword emerging from the vortex measured hundreds of meters, at that moment it descended like a bolt of black lightning, slicing through space and exploding upon impact!

Boom!!!

The massive pit trembled violently!

Imbued with supersonic speed, critical destruction, dissolving power, and extreme heat, the Judgment Sword ruthlessly impaled and shredded the battered earth.

Carrying immense spirit energy and kinetic force, that sword seemed to shake the entire Capital and Battle Zone.

Endless clouds of dust and dark light soared into the heavens.

Like the merciless grip of death, it instantly devoured everything around Yenir.

Meanwhile, as a tsunami of energy crashed down, the slowest of the Rebel elites watched in stunned silence at the unfolding chaos.

At that moment, many even felt relief for not having been at the forefront!

Yet the energy aftershocks hadn’t subsided; amidst the raging wind, they could barely see what had become of the falling giant sword!

But one thing was clear—those elites closest to Yenir were most likely already dead!

“Mutual destruction? Has that kid taken General Yuan and his men down?!”

They couldn’t comprehend the final sword that Yenir had unleashed.

In their horror, they could only surmise that after brutally slaying General Cheng, Yenir had sacrificed himself as bait, costing them at least fifteen third-stage elites!

They were defeated! Whether or not that kid was dead, the decimation of their elite ranks meant they no longer held the advantage!

This battle—could it be the end for them…!?

“Mutual destruction?”

“You’re all too naive…”

It was like a nightmare.

Before the remaining Rebel elites could react,

amid the violent gusts and the corpses of countless third-stage warriors, a reborn Yenir emerged like a demon god from the depths of night.

“Your greatest mistake…”

“was not fleeing immediately when you saw me…”