Chapter 444 – Killing One Is a Crime; Killing Thousands Makes a Hero!

“What did you say!”

Upon hearing the guard who had rushed in say that their clansmen were nearly all dead, the first reaction of the Fly-Frog Tribe’s leader and Elders was disbelief.

Their warning spells were spread all around the camp. In such circumstances, they could believe that an elite squad had infiltrated without triggering their spells.

But the idea that the Human Race army had marched in and begun slaughtering their clansmen, while their spells gave no warning whatsoever—this they could not believe.

“Nonsense…”

Unwilling to believe it, the Fly-Frog Tribe’s Elders and leader dismissed the guard’s panicked words as nonsense and prepared to reprimand him.

However, before their reprimands could leave their mouths, they all fell silent.

Right before their eyes, the clansman with a face full of terror stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into a deep sleep.

Upon closer inspection, the Fly-Frog Tribe’s leader and Elders were horrified to discover that the guard who had rushed in had… ceased breathing.

“Dead?!”

“How did he die?”

“This is bad—could what the guard just said be true?”

Recalling the guard’s earlier report that “our clansmen are nearly all dead,” the Fly-Frog Tribe’s high-ranking members all felt a chill in their hearts.

Exchanging glances and sensing something amiss, they rushed out of the tent together and arrived at the Fly-Frog Tribe’s encampment.

There, they were shocked and enraged to find that what the guard had said was indeed true—their clansmen were truly on the verge of extinction.

“Help!”

“Malevolent Ghosts, these are Malevolent Ghosts…”

“Waaah, spare me, please spare me…”

“Bastard, where are you? Have the guts to come out and face me head-on!”

At this moment, the Fly-Frog Tribe’s gathering place was in utter chaos.

Their clansmen—whether Cultivators or ordinary folk, whether elders or children, or even those in their prime—all of them would inexplicably and suddenly collapse into a deep sleep, never to wake again.

To the Fly-Frog Tribe, this scene was utterly terrifying, as if an invisible reaper were swinging a scythe, harvesting the lives of all beings.

And the Fly-Frog Tribe was undoubtedly the ones being harvested.

Because the enemy was invisible, untouchable, and its method of attack unknown, most Fly-Frogs were unable to defend themselves.

As a result, some Fly-Frogs, driven to madness by these Anomalous attacks, fell to their knees and begged for mercy.

Other Fly-Frog Cultivators brandished swords and spears, slashing wildly at the air or frantically casting spells in all directions.

“Come on, kill me! Have the guts to come out and duel me!”

While attacking recklessly, they also hurled curses, hoping to force the hidden enemy into the open.

Yet, no matter what they did, they could not find the enemy, and the rate at which their clansmen died did not slow in the slightest.

Even the powerful Fly-Frog Tribe guards, attacking indiscriminately, could not stop King Yama from harvesting their lives.

“Come out… ugh…”

Those who were cursing would also suddenly collapse.

…

This was the horrifying, heart-stopping scene that greeted the eyes of the Fly-Frog Tribe’s high-ranking members.

Watching their clansmen on the brink of extinction, one Elder could no longer hold back and cried out:

“Stop!”

“I command you to stop!”

“Bastard, no matter who you are, for killing so many of my clansmen, my Fly-Frog Tribe will fight you to the death!”

The enraged Elder of the Fly-Frog Tribe cursed furiously.

Even as he raged, he frantically expanded his senses, trying to locate the hidden enemy.

But… he could not find them. The unseen foe seemed to exist in another dimension.

“Wait—another dimension… spatial ability!”

Realizing this, the Clan Head of the Fly-Frog Tribe immediately unleashed his Mana, violently shaking the surrounding space.

He hoped this crude method would destabilize space and force the hidden enemy out.

Unfortunately, while such a tactic might work against ordinary spatial ability users, it was futile here.

Spatial tremors typically prevent or deter ordinary spatial practitioners from using Mystical Arts involving space.

However, the world operates on the principles of Yin and Yang. Mu Lin’s Netherworld was a profound ability rooted in the laws of Yin and Yang, completely unaffected by mere spatial disturbances.

Thus, despite all the Fly-Frog Clan Head’s precautions, everything… was in vain.

His clansmen continued to die swiftly and silently.

Eventually, even the Elders around him tilted their heads and fell into a deep slumber.

This sight sent a chill through the Fly-Frog Clan Head’s heart. He sensed a deadly crisis and foresaw the impending extinction of his tribe.

Faced with the existential threat of their race’s annihilation, the Fly-Frog Tribe’s leaders lost all their earlier composure and the arrogant, domineering attitude with which they had demanded a hundred thousand human sacrifices.

What remained in their hearts was only fear, despair, boundless hatred, and… regret!

“Damn it, we shouldn’t have gotten involved in this!”

Overwhelmed by regret, the remaining high-ranking members of the Fly-Frog Tribe immediately channeled their Mana and fled outward.

They clearly understood that anger was useless when they could not harm the enemy. So, they planned to escape and seek revenge later.

Unfortunately, since Mu Lin had made his move, escaping was not an option for them.

“Hum!”

With a single thought from Mu Lin, the fleeing Fly-Frog Tribe leaders found their Soul Reflections appearing in the Netherworld.

“Bastards, you really intend to wipe us out!”

Mu Lin’s actions filled them with panic.

In response, Mu Lin shrugged and said breezily, “Fighting to the death, a desperate struggle—wasn’t that your own decision?”

“Oh, you fish will die, but our Human Race’s net won’t break!”

After pulling them into the Netherworld, Mu Lin did not attack immediately. Instead, he leisurely taunted them.

However, while he was utterly relaxed, Zhang Hemiao, Sheng Cang, Mo Feng, and Hei Lan launched a Thunder-like assault on the enemy the moment the Fly-Frog Tribe’s leaders appeared in the Netherworld.

Indeed, this time, Mu Lin was not fighting alone. He had brought the leaders of the Three Great Legions and an entire army into the Netherworld to gang up on the enemy.

Ordinary Fly-Frog soul reflections were left to the elite soldiers who had been reassigned as Yin Soldiers and Ghost Messengers.

As for the Fly-Frog Tribe’s leaders, Zhang Hemiao and the others took charge.

One had been preparing for a long time, while the other was caught off guard. The former, disregarding all principles of honor, gathered many to gang up on the latter. As a result, the high-ranking members of the Fly-Frog Clan had little chance to fight back before they were killed.

Their deaths also signaled the complete shattering of any hope for the Fly-Frog Clan’s survival.

“Keep killing those scum, leave none alive!”

“Roar!”

…

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the Fly-Frog Clan, which had densely populated the Poison Mist Marsh, was completely slaughtered by Mu Lin and his forces.

After the victory, ordinary soldiers cheered, while Zhang Hemiao and the others appeared somewhat dazed.

“To… to think we actually won… just like that!”

“It was so easy…”

The Fly-Frog Clan died in humiliation, while Zhang Hemiao, Mo Feng, and the others were both shocked and deeply bewildered.

The Fly-Frog Clan and the deadly terrains they had created had long troubled the Black Fiend Legion.

Just as the Elders of the Fly-Frog Clan had believed, these deadly terrains were something they could do nothing about.

Forcing an attack would only result in countless deaths.

When Mu Lin said he would handle these deadly terrains, Mo Feng, Jingzhe, and Raging Thunder had assumed he would use immense Mana to create vast quantities of Holy Salt for Purification, or perhaps use the Flame of Retribution to burn away the endless poisonous mists.

They had considered many possibilities, but they never expected that Mu Lin would completely ignore the deadly terrains themselves.

He took an entirely different approach, directly creating a Netherworld opposite to the Yang World. This Mystical Art completely bypassed the numerous defensive measures of the Fly-Frog Clan.

Subsequently, he utilized the rules of the Netherworld to pull the Soul Reflections of beings in the Yang World into the Netherworld. Then, Zhang Hemiao and the others only needed to attack these Soul Reflections within the Netherworld to kill their enemies.

This method of engagement was utterly shameless, profoundly bizarre, and impossible to guard against.

To be honest, when first facing this mode of attack, whether it was Mo Feng, Hei Lan, or Raging Thunder, they were all stunned.

However, they soon remembered that the one possessing such means was Mu Lin, their own teammate.

And this realization brought them immense relief.

“With such an ability, the enemy’s dangerous and deadly terrains will become meaningless. We are certain to win this war.”

“It’s not just that. Mu Lin can control who gets pulled in. As long as the enemy cannot break the spatial barrier, we can gang up on them, many against one!”

“Hahaha… Earthworm Clan, Fire Hell Clan, you used to rely on the perilous deadly terrains you occupied, leaving us helpless. Let’s see how you act all high and mighty once the Netherworld spreads over you!”

…

Mu Lin’s strategy of opening a different battlefield made Zhang Hemiao and the others no longer fear the enemy’s deadly terrains.

At the same time, they knew that those Demonic Fiends who arrogantly relied on their perilous, deadly dwelling places were all doomed to perish.

And indeed, that was exactly what happened.

Over the next three days, Mu Lin led a group of Earth Immortals, constantly moving across the battlefield.

He continuously expanded the Netherworld, striking the Demonic Fiends garrisoned within the deadly terrains.

Under this relentless assault, the Foreign Races that other Demonic Monsters and Alien Races, as well as other legions, considered unshakable nails and fortresses were effortlessly eradicated by Mu Lin and his team.

Since these dangerous and deadly terrains could not hinder Mu Lin and his forces in the slightest, their killing speed over the next three days did not slow down much at all.

Eight million in one day, thirty million in three days!

The terrifying speed of slaughter by the Three Great Legions was indeed so horrifying and dreadful.

This brutal massacre thoroughly shocked the Demonic Fiends, and even the other Northern Wasteland Armies were stunned, unable to comprehend it.

“How are they so powerful?”

“What happened to the Fly-Frog Clan and the Earthworm Clan? Defending in a desperate position, they couldn’t even hold out for a single day?”

(End of Chapter)