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The fat ball roared in, like a tiger descending the mountain!

To this day, it still remembered the moment when the liquid metal ball suddenly collapsed; its plan hadn’t even been completed, and it could only dissipate unwillingly.

And just before it was about to vanish for good, Netherly White had already emptied several of its treasures!

Is that what a person would do?

At that time, the fat ball could be said to have died with a grievance.

Therefore, the moment it resurrected, it thought of ripping Netherly White apart!

Although it had no idea why it was resurrected again, that didn’t matter.

What was important was to blow up Netherly White first!

In the instant it crossed through space, the fat ball had already envisioned ten thousand ways it would bombard Netherly White.

Carrying a fury set to explode, it crossed through space—and as it stepped out of the space gate, the fat ball engaged its armed mode, transforming into a massive spherical armored fortress.

It wanted to use the most intense barrage of fire to blast Netherly White!

However…

As soon as it appeared, the fat ball was frozen in place.

Because on the other side, there stood two rulers of the Netherworld!

It wasn’t mistaken, there were two!

One was Netherly White, the creature it hated the most in this lifetime.

The other was Tyrannical Song, the person it hated just as much.

The two most detestable beings were now standing together, both as ‘rulers of the Netherworld’ opposite it.

2 against 1, the situation was unfavorable for our forces.

The explosive rage of the fat ball was forcibly suppressed, and it began to calm down a bit.

—This was like when a person encountered a detested enemy on the street, preparing to sneak up and smack them with a brick, only to suddenly realize that the enemy was accompanied by a group of burly men, causing their anger to instantly turn cold.

“Yo, fat ball,” said Senior White two with a tranquil smile, waving at the fat ball.

“Good morning, fat ball lord,” Dark Song greeted in echo.

Originally, Dark Song was maintained by a wisp of consciousness from the main body.

But facing the formidable enemy, the fat ball, the majority of the main body’s consciousness had to transfer out of the ‘Heavenly Dao Seclusion Time Secret Realm’ to confront the fat ball directly.

[Can’t I just have a good seclusion? In 22 days, the world is going to face a calamitous destruction anyway.]

Tyrannical Song felt tired at heart, longing to return to his seclusion.

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In the vacuum of space.

Seeing the two smiling and waving at it, the fat ball couldn’t help but conjure taunting images in its mind.

At last, the fat ball couldn’t suppress its inner turmoil.

Facing the two most hated foes, although it was at a disadvantage in a fight, if it blew them up together, it would be double the pleasure!

Even if it would be at a disadvantage later, right now, it just wanted to obliterate these two thorns in its side.

“You two, go die!” bellowed the fat ball as its Iron Fortress sprouted thousands of cannon barrels and launchers.

A sky full of firepower, with the added afterward blessings of the ruler of the Netherworld, poured down on Song Shuhang and Senior White two.

There were tangible shells as well as beams of mental energy, super railguns, microwave bombardments, Space Annihilation…

In the Netherworld Realm, a full-powered strike from a ruler of the Netherworld was the basic starting move that could destroy worlds.

The endless stream of firepower wove into a scene that was as beautiful as drizzling rain across the sky, dazzling and practically artistic.

Are you still wielding ancient sabers and swords?

Are you still wearing heavy iron armor and helmets?

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“Are you still practicing with swords and sabers day after day?”

“Sir, the era has changed!”

“Now it’s the era of firearms—more is beautiful, bigger is better, caliber is justice, and explosions are art.”

“The truth lies only within the range of the cannon!”

“So, Tyrannical Song and White two, you who still wield swords and sabers, the times have changed, you’re eating shit!”

“No… It hasn’t changed!” Below, Dark Song, as if he could read the fat ball’s innermost thoughts, responded with precise timing.

At the same time, he activated ‘Overlord Mode’—as his main body had now ascended to the Immortal Realm, Dark Song naturally received synchronous feedback and reinforcement!

The foundation of the Immortal Realm + Overlord Mode + the expansion effect of the laws of the Netherworld instinctively filled Dark Song with immense confidence!

Next, saber intent armor encased his body.

With a reach of his hand, the primordial treasure ‘Nine Transformations Phoenix Saber’ cut through space to arrive in his palm.

Dark Song gripped the Nine Transformations Phoenix Saber and proactively met the barrage of fire headed his and Senior White two’s way.

‘True Heavenly Peng Evasion’ was deployed with ease, allowing Dark Song’s movements to be as fast as a Heavenly Peng, fast enough to stroll through the barrage of fire!

Daoist Priest Scarlet Heaven’s ‘Heaven Burning Flaming Saber Technique’ blazed to life, a top-tier saber technique in the world!

Streaks of flaming saber lights sliced through the sky, heading towards the artillery fire bombing him and Senior White two.

Whether it was the huge solid artillery shells, the dense armor-piercing shells that fell like rain, or the energy beams, all were split apart by Dark Song’s blade strike after strike!

Once the firepower was split, even the residual explosive waves that arose were nullified by the ‘saber intent armor.’

Two minutes later…

The fat ball ceased the bombardment.

Below, the bombarded area had been practically leveled to the ground.

Yet, the spot where Dark Song and Senior White two stood remained undisturbed!

Dark Song and Netherly White were as if standing on a towering giant pillar.

Completely unharmed.

Dark Song stylishly flicked the Nine Transformations Phoenix Saber, scattering the pitch-black flames, which splattered into the abyss below the pillar.

Netherly White’s long hair fluttered, hands crossed before him, peerlessly handsome.

“Good thing, it was only a two-minute bombardment,” the stylish Dark Song thought, his inflated ego deflating somewhat, with lingering fears.

If the fat ball had bombarded for one more minute, he would have been exposed.

After all, his true grit mode lasted only for three minutes, not a second more.

Above their heads.

The fat ball watched this scene with clenched teeth.

Its bombardment had been full force without any reservations and was not a probing attack either.

But Tyrannical Song below was able to withstand it all…

Meaning, this Tyrannical Song was truly an ‘Overlord of the Netherworld,’ standing on equal footing with it and Netherly White.

“What a dazzling display of fireworks, it reminds me of the moment we first met,” Senior White two spoke with a tone of sigh: “Time flies, in the blink of an eye, we’ve known each other from the ancient era until now.”

The fat ball: “…”

Seeing the fat ball had no intention of making another move in the immediate future, Dark Song stealthily exited the ‘True Man Netherworld Ruler Mode’ which had less than a minute remaining and stylishly sheathed the saber, fastening the Nine Transformations Phoenix Saber at his waist.

One ball, one White, one Song, fell into silence again.

A wind blew through the three of them, ruffling Tyrannical Song’s hair.

The fat ball in the sky finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Tyrannical Song, what’s going on?” An icy lone eye emerged on the fat ball’s body, staring intently at Dark Song: “Why, why have you become the Overlord of the Netherworld?”

Senior White two explained: “It’s simple, because you died, Tyrannical Song seized the opportunity to plot a coup and took your place.”

The fat ball: “???”