Game: God-level Aura, 100x Experience at the Start!

A deity has appeared?![Blue Star Civilization contestant White Night, congratulations on winning the third battle!]

[Countdown to the final battle: 3 minutes!]

[Countdown...]

The light screen reappeared.

White Night held the demon blade, his figure tall and straight, standing proudly on one side of the light screen.

On the other side of the light screen, the final five contestants of the Apocalypse Civilization also appeared.

Their faces were ashen, filled with expressions of despair.

“Even Lord Xiao Yan was instantly killed. We are definitely going to die!”

“How could this happen... How could things turn out like this!”

The sound of the countdown continuously echoed above the arena. To the ears of the Apocalypse Civilization contestants, it sounded like the whisper of the God of Death, terrifying them to the core!

Soon, the countdown ended!

The light screen slowly dissipated, and the final battle began!

White Night didn’t dawdle, preparing to end the battle quickly.

Holding the demon blade, electrical light flashed around his body. In the next second, he was ready to charge toward the opponents.

Just then.

The bodies of the final five Apocalypse Civilization contestants suddenly stiffened, all unable to move!

Immediately afterward, dense bloody aura rapidly spread from their bodies!

Bang--!

After a bang, the bodies of the five contestants violently exploded, transforming into a sky full of blood mist!

“This is...”

White Night watched this scene, his expression grave. He sensed an unusual aura.

The bloody aura contained a pressure far exceeding all previous opponents, as if it originated from an ancient primordial behemoth.

The five masses of blood mist quickly condensed, transforming into an arcane and complex Blood Talisman!

The Blood Talisman was covered in twisted runes; every line flowed with crimson light, emitting a chilling and eerie aura.

Boom--!

The moment the Blood Talisman appeared, the sky and earth suddenly changed color!

The originally clear virtual sky was instantly covered in blood-red color, and fierce winds howled, as if countless vengeful spirits were roaring.

The next second.

The Blood Talisman erupted with dazzling bloody light, forcibly pulling White Night into a special space!

The surrounding scenery vanished instantly, replaced by a Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood!

Broken limbs and remnants piled up like mountains, dark red blood gathered into rivers, and the air was filled with a pungent, sickening smell of blood!

...In the Blue Star viewing stands, the many spectators looked at the vanished White Night on the arena, all wearing confused expressions.

“What happened? Where is Boss Bai Ye?!”

“What the heck was that bloody light just now? Where did it take Boss?”

“The last five people on the opposite side exploded into blood mist. They must be dead, right? Did we win?”

“But the Game System hasn’t made a sound yet. If we won, the System should give a notification, right?”

“Could something unexpected have happened? Why is my heart pounding so fast...”

“...”

On the other side.

In the Apocalypse viewing stands, most people were also completely confused.

They couldn’t understand why the final five contestants self-destructed, nor why the Blood Talisman took White Night away.

But a few individuals who witnessed that scene suddenly had their pupils contract, and now their faces were full of pleasant surprise.

“It’s the aura of Lord Xiao Jin! The markings on that Blood Talisman are the Xiao Family Forbidden Technique, ’Blood God Summoning’!”

“A Deity of our Apocalypse Civilization has acted! Lord Xiao Jin is an existence who has survived the Divine Tribulation!”

“Phew... Good thing. This way, we still win...”

“As long as we secure the final victory, the contestants who died during the process will be resurrected. This way, Xiao Yan and the others will be fine!”

“Thank heavens for Lord Xiao Jin! Now, that 299 freak on the other side is definitely finished!”

“...”

...Inside a mysterious space.

White Night stepped on the viscous blood plasma, the pungent stench filling his nostrils.

Dark red liquid continuously seeped out between the piled-up broken limbs and severed arms, and maggots squirming on the rotting flesh glowed eerily under the blood-red moonlight.

White Night’s expression was grave as he vigilantly scanned the surrounding environment.

Looking out, he saw only mountains of corpses piled up to the horizon.

Countless rotting limbs were intertwined in twisted postures, pale bones piercing dark red flesh. Some palms still maintained the curved posture of scratching before death, with black-brown shredded flesh clinging to the gaps between the fingers.

Viscous blood gathered into streams in the gaps between the corpse piles, reflecting an oily sheen.

White Night walked a few steps forward. The fluid, which reached above his ankles, carried a bone-chilling coldness, and with every step, he could hear the sticky sound of flesh tearing!

At the same time.

Countless fragmented internal organs floated in mid-air, slowly spinning wrapped in blood mist. The dense stench, mixed with the smell of decay, drilled into his nostrils, making his throat constrict.

Some seemed like partially deceased remains twitching; fresh blood spurting from the severed ends splashed onto nearby skulls, sliding down the eye sockets, resembling silent weeping.

A “creaking” sound of bones rubbing came from afar, as if a gigantic creature was stirring deep within the mountain of corpses.

Ghostly phosphorescent light occasionally flashed in the shadows, illuminating twisted and swollen faces—the dead from various civilizations, their pupils hollowly staring at White Night, as if silently recounting the despair of this place!

“...Outsider.”

A deep voice came from the peak of the mountain of corpses.

White Night abruptly looked up, only to see a man wearing Dark Golden Scale Armor standing atop a mountain of piled-up skulls. His exposed left arm was covered in crisscrossing scars, each embedding tiny blood beads, and a half-shattered Great Axe hung from his waist.

The next moment.

The man’s aura pressed down like a tangible mountain range.

White Night gripped the [eternal demon blade], his eyes slightly narrowed. On this man, he felt a terrifying pressure he had never experienced before!

The man looked down at him, his amber pupils devoid of emotion, as if observing the dust beneath his feet.

There were no other unnecessary words.

The man raised his right hand, slowly pointing his index finger at White Night.

A speck of crimson light condensed on his fingertip. The moment the speck hit the ground, it suddenly expanded, transforming into a Blood-Red Vortex a hundred meters in diameter!

Countless twisted vengeful spirits wailed within the vortex, which bore down on White Night with a world-tearing suction force!

“So strong!”

White Night’s pupils contracted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, the Life Force and Lightning Force within him circulated frantically.

“Soul Devouring Annihilation Flying Sword!”

He let out a low shout and pushed his left palm forward.

The next second.

Dense bloody aura surged from his palm, condensing in mid-air into a Blood Soul Flying Sword about ten feet long. Dark Annihilation Force circulated on the sword body, and the sword hum sounded like a ghost wailing!

Whoosh--!

The flying sword turned into a streak of blood, rushing against the suction force of the Blood-Red Vortex.

The moment the two collided, there was no earth-shattering noise.

The Blood Soul Flying Sword was like a hot knife cutting through butter, easily tearing through the vortex’s barrier and shredding the attack that could have annihilated a divine mountain!

Not only that.

The flying sword, its momentum undiminished, shot straight toward the man atop the mountain of corpses!

“Hm?”

The man showed a flicker of emotion for the first time, attempting to raise his arm to block.

But the sound of the flying sword piercing his Dark Golden Scale Armor was as light as tearing paper, and a jet of blood shot out from his chest.

The man looked down at the Blood Soul Flying Sword piercing his heart, and clear astonishment appeared in his amber pupils.

The next second.

His body began to turn transparent, and the dark golden luster on his scale armor receded like a tide.

“A bit interesting...”

As the murmur dissipated in the blood-red wind, the man’s figure completely dissolved into specks of light.

Following his dissipation, the Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood began to tremble violently. The broken limbs and blood plasma receded like an ebbing tide, revealing a hazy void.

White Night felt a strong pulling force, and the scene before his eyes suddenly blurred.

The next second, he returned to the center of the arena...