Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 707: Death Gate Opens

"This person took my punch with his Defense Light Shield," the Seventh War God thought, his mind racing as he took a deep breath, eyes wide and fixed ruthlessly on Ye Yun. "His true strength must be at least at the tenth level of the Eternal Realm... I had initially estimated him to be around the fifth level of the Eternal Realm. Yet, in our first clash, I failed to gain any advantage. This means the white-robed youth before me is my equal in cultivation base. To defeat such an opponent, I must open the Divine Gates!"

With The Saint of Eight Extremes from the Eight God Sect present, the Seventh War God was eager to showcase his abilities. He did not hesitate.

"Fear Gate—Open!"

"Rest Gate—Open!"

After striking his own body twice, the Seventh War God roared, opening the Fear and Rest Gates.

As these two great Divine Gates opened, the sky within a hundred-mile radius was instantly dyed red.

WHOOSH!

A blaze of blood shot skyward as a crimson torrent roared. The display of power was incredibly terrifying.

The Feather Ancestor and others, hiding in the distance, turned pale and retreated continuously upon witnessing the spectacle.

After retreating for several dozen miles, the Tiger Ancestor gazed at the distant torrent of blood and murmured, "So powerful! This is the first time I’ve witnessed a War God from the Eight God Sect opening a Divine Gate..."

"The Eight God Sect is too strong! Even if all of us from the Demon Clan join forces, we would still be no match for their First War God..." Feather Ancestor sighed.

The other Seven Great Demon Ancestors were silent, their eyes revealing a trace of desolation. Every single member of their Nine Li Demon Clan, even they, the Demon Ancestors, had their blood constantly drawn by the Eight God Sect during their cultivation. This meant their lifetime achievements were inherently limited.

Patriarch Rat waved his hand, creating a Defense Light Shield, and said with a sly glint in his eyes, "Have you noticed what The Saint of Eight Extremes said earlier?"

"You mean about the white-robed youth and the other two coming from an outer world?" Feather Ancestor asked, startled.

"Yes! What is this ’outer world’? Does it mean there’s another world outside our own Miniature World?" Patriarch Rat rubbed his hands together, speaking with some excitement. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"According to The Saint of Eight Extremes, that seems to be the case..." Feather Ancestor mused. At this, he looked deep into the void and said thoughtfully, "I never imagined there would be another world outside our own."

"Feather Ancestor, the outer world must be incredibly powerful. Judging by this enigmatic white-robed youth, his strength might even be on par with The Saint of Eight Extremes..." Patriarch Rat said solemnly, his playful expression gone.

"Is he really that formidable?" the Demon Ancestors asked in unison, their eyes filled with astonishment.

"It’s possible. Let’s wait and see..." Patriarch Rat nodded.

"Patriarch Rat, are you also thinking about going to the outer world?" Feather Ancestor’s gaze shifted to Patriarch Rat’s face, as if seeing into his heart.

"I am indeed," Patriarch Rat sighed, his face falling. "Staying in this small world, our cultivation bases will only stagnate..."

The other Demon Ancestors looked at each other, sighing deeply.

After some thought, Feather Ancestor quietly suggested, "We and that white-robed youth both belong to the Demon Clan. If our Nine Li Demon Clan were to submit to him, perhaps he would give us a chance..."

"It seems that’s our only option," the other Demon Ancestors sighed, smiling bitterly.

They said no more, turning their gazes toward the distant battle.

The Seventh War God, having opened two Divine Gates, had swelled to over three times his original size. His muscles bulged, gleaming with an ancient bronze luster, making him resemble a humanoid weapon brimming with explosive power.

"Opening only two Divine Gates won’t be enough to break my Defense Light Shield..." Ye Yun remarked with a smile, gazing at the Seventh War God.

"Impossible!" the Seventh War God roared. He took a large step, tearing through the void as he lunged at Ye Yun.

Having opened two Divine Gates, the Seventh War God’s combat power had increased severalfold. His strength was now infinitesimally close to the Half-Step True God Realm. He was extremely confident. That thin, semi-transparent light shield looked like it couldn’t take a single hit.

WHOOSH!

His blood-red fist, carrying endless Killing Qi, descended from the sky like a life-taking divine hammer.

Ye Yun remained calm, watching the Seventh War God’s performance.

Nearby, The Saint of Eight Extremes’ brow twitched. He had a premonition: The Seventh War God is about to fail again.

BOOM!

The colossal, blood-red fist struck the semi-transparent light shield hard, unleashing an earth-shattering sound that rolled like thunder in all directions.

The Seventh War God was sent flying by a powerful rebounding force, only stabilizing himself after soaring hundreds of yards.

"How is this possible?"

The Seventh War God stared back at Ye Yun. The semi-transparent light shield remained untouched. His ferocious attack hadn’t even caused a ripple. This dealt a severe blow to his pride. The other War Gods and The Saint of Eight Extremes were all watching. To fail twice in a row was deeply embarrassing.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

A rapid series of thuds echoed in the void as he struck his own body.

"Dune Gate—Open!"

"Scenery Gate—Open!"

"Open Gate—Open!"

"Injury Gate—Open!"

The Seventh War God bellowed to the sky, successively opening six Divine Gates.

WHOOSH—

Within a radius of two to three thousand miles, an endless deluge of blood-light dyed the entire sky crimson, as if the heavens themselves were bleeding.

GUSH... GUSH... The crimson tide roared, churning up layer upon layer of bloody waves. The spectacle was terrifying, as if doomsday had arrived.

A faint crimson glow also emerged around The Saint of Eight Extremes, enveloping the others with him and shielding them from the effects.

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow slightly. "Opened six gates?" he asked with a smile. "Why not go all out and open the seventh?"

The Seventh War God, now more than ten times his original size, floated silently in the void like a giant, blood-red Demon God. He lowered his head, Ye Yun’s words stinging him like a knife.

"Death Gate—Open!"

After a few seconds of hesitation, the Seventh War God tilted his head back and roared, finally opening the seventh Divine Gate—the Death Gate.

As the Death Gate opened, a dense blackness suddenly appeared within the ocean of blood-light. This blackness was eerie, unsettling; it was like the color of death itself, evoking a spine-chilling dread in anyone who dared to look upon it.

"My heavens, this Death Gate—it’s too damn terrifying!" the Big Black Cat exclaimed, his heart pounding. Even behind a Defense Cover, the Big Black Cat felt an indescribable, deathly presence instantly descend upon him.

Mu Qing’s face turned deathly pale. Apparently, the Super Divine Dragon Breath emanating from this Death Gate was excruciating for Life and Death Realm cultivators to endure. This pain was a form of spiritual oppression.

"Terrifying!" Jin Xiaotian muttered, drenched in a cold sweat.

The yellow-robed youth, having the weakest cultivation base, had already fainted.

Far in the distance, the Eight Great Monster Ancestors felt the Super Divine Dragon Breath of the Death Gate. Their expressions changed drastically, and they frantically retreated once more. They retreated three times in quick succession.

Only after retreating another five thousand miles did some color return to their faces.