Netherworld Retrograde

Capítulo 1148: Chapter 562: Rakshasa King

Li Ye felt like he was falling.

It wasn’t a physical plummet, but a more fundamental disintegration. His flesh twisted, and the Soul Well boiled as if his entire being was being dragged into the abyss by some indescribable force.

More bizarrely, this mutation wasn’t a simple erosion but a… return.

Like a drop of ink dispersing in water, eventually fading into invisibility. His consciousness, memories, and will were all being pulled by this force, as if collapsing him back to his most primal state. No thoughts, no self, only pure “origin.”

“Only by twisting can you see your true self… Face reality, Champion, and embrace your… true end!”

A whisper echoed in his mind, like truth, yet like the Ravings of madness.

In that instant, Li Ye inexplicably thought of his sister, Li Yunyan.

In her eyes, all life forms were indescribably bizarre monsters.

Is this the real truth of the world?

No, it’s a truth imposed by some existence!

“Go and talk to the Blood God and others!”

Thus, Li Ye decisively wielded the power of the Chaos Chosen!

He wanted to use the power of Chaos to force back this bizarre feeling!

Could the hidden monster under the Champion Destiny influence the Three Gods Chosen of Chaos?

However, at the moment the Face activated, the bizarre sense of return suddenly dissipated. As if discerning the gaze of the Chaotic God, its power shattered.

But immediately, a more terrifying mutation occurred.

Deep within Li Ye’s flesh, two distinct forces suddenly awoke.

Like two ravenous Fierce Beasts, frantically tearing at his soul.

‘Blood Sacrifice to Blood God, Skull Tribute to the Throne!’

‘All things decay, all life is eternal!’

Ferocity and decay erupted simultaneously!

He indeed escaped the erosion of “returning to the origin,” but instead faced the dual corruption brought by the Chaos Chosen identity.

Beneath his skin, blood vessels bulged, half etched with deep red slaughter patterns, while the other half revealed festering sores.

Was the corruption power of Chaos enhanced?

What kind of power is this?

What was that bizarre sense of return?

Li Ye’s heart shook, striving to suppress the bizarre mutation.

As the Chaos Chosen, should he mutate, he would either become a Chaos Egg, a mindless twisted mass of flesh.

Or undergo a radical shift in nature, with his ideology completely covered and twisted, becoming a true Divine Chosen, a Chosen aligned with Chaos.

Neither outcome was acceptable!

But facing Chaos multiple times enabled Li Ye to maintain his core amidst these mutations.

Twisted limbs were rapidly healing, emerging teeth, and sores quickly vanished.

However, right at this moment.

From afar, beyond the initially ruptured eye, within that space crack.

A terrifying sense of danger descended almost instantly.

In that instant, it was as if a higher-dimensional blade sliced through the image of the Physical World. Space itself groaned under the strain; all matter, energy, and even light, were neatly dissected by this strike!

Spaces folded were severed; it was a Space Slash!

A deadly premonition enveloped like icy water.

Li Ye laughed defiantly, raising his long spear and stepping forward.

What impeccable timing!

While the three were still resisting the twisting force, this slash was unleashed!

Aside from Li Ye, who activated the Eternal Chosen Face, the other two, and even the hidden Little Mad King, were at risk of being slashed.

Then rely on the power of the Eternal Chosen to withstand this strike!

Even if split in two, Li Ye could reassemble and continue the fight!

However, someone moved faster than Li Ye!

In that instant, from the shadows, several tall figures erupted, grabbing the arms or shoulders of the three, seemingly intending to whisk them away from danger.

It was the Little Mad King, who burst forth, using Ghostly Shadow Clone, attempting to rescue the three from peril.

Simultaneously, more ferocious green flames roared forth, seeming to light up the entire night.

At one side, Dawn brushed off the Little Mad King’s clone’s arm, stepped forward fiercely, green flames igniting to burn away the twisted mutation on his body.

In his hand, the Three-pointed Two-edged Blade etched an ultimate circle.

Facing the Space Slash head-on!

In dire straits, the Green Flame Chosen One received a more formidable boost!

“You two incompetents, I still have to save the day!”

Dawn roared, turbulent power surging, forcefully blasting a gap through the Space Slash.

The next moment, the buildings and fortresses behind everyone were neatly cleaved.

While Dawn’s body stumbled backward several steps.

He also fell into distortion, yet broke free of its impact faster, or rather, through the twisted power, transformed into a presence radiating endless malice. Within the viscous, pitch-black liquid, infinite despair and malice seemed to dwell. Is this the transformation of the Green Flame Chosen One after distortion?

“You’re both too slow to break free!” Dawn shouted.

“You’re not the Champion, it’s easy for you to talk!” Raksha growled with its hideous big mouth around its neck, finally unwillingly collapsing back into a deep red scar. He was also quickly shedding the distorted state.

Yet the crisis hadn’t vanished; after one failed strike, the assailant attacked again.

More Space Slashes silently descended.

Though less terrifying than the first, they were densely packed and rapid!

The ground silently split open into unfathomable chasms, abandoned skyscrapers were slantly severed, the upper sections unhurrily sliding down, cuts smooth as a mirror.

Clearly, the opponent intended to swiftly decapitate the two Champions during their distorted immobility.

However, the next moment, a mythical beast roared forth.

With a human face and serpent’s body, shrouded in deep red scales, spanning hundreds of meters.

The eerie three-colored moonlight within the Disaster Fog transformed into his sturdy moonlight shield!

Rising like a towering wall, it blocked all Space Slashes.

That was, Zhu Ye in Mythical Mimicry·Candle Dragon form! Cold Moon Throne!

Meanwhile, the sharp edge in the shadows was unveiled.

At the perimeter of the crevice, several tall figures lunged out, creating more shadows as they swiftly moved, attacking the crevice in unison.

It was the Little Mad King, launching a direct assassination on the attacker!

Hundreds of residual sounds carried suspicious curses, making the assailant doubt each one as the original, suspecting every shadow had threat.

This forcefully halted the assailant’s offensive.

Forcing them to address the advancing shadows, a denser web of slashes spread like webs, obliterating the approaching shadows and clones.

Finally, his true identity was revealed.

A humanoid creature, about three meters tall, entirely crimson.

It was, the Leader-level Terror Demon, the sixth seat, Rakshasa King!

“What a pity, I was willing to set aside pride and dignity to ambush, yet couldn’t kill even one…”

(Hit a writer’s block, apologies.)