Chapter 282 Monster

As the killing continued, more than a dozen guards were slaughtered in just a few minutes.

The originally quiet entrance to the underground palace has now become a hell on earth, with corpses lying all over the place and blood staining the ground red.

The black figure's crazy laughter echoed in the dead silence, sounding particularly harsh.

After completing the killing, the four white figures arrived at the entrance of the underground palace.

They lined up neatly in front of the huge stone door, stretched out their hands, pressed against the rough and cold surface of the stone door, and began to push hard against the huge, load-bearing stone door of the underground palace.

The heavy stone door creaked as they pushed it, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years was slowly waking up and protesting against someone disturbing its peace.

With every inch of push, tiny pieces of stone fell down and accumulated into a small pile on the ground.

As the stone door opened, a black figure slowly walked towards the entrance of the underground palace, muttering to himself: "This moment has finally arrived. You wait here, and going forward is the intersection of the two worlds. Only I, who bear the name of Huangquan, can enter."

His voice was low and hoarse, echoing in the empty entrance of the underground palace, carrying an unquestionable majesty.

The four white figures stopped immediately as if they had received an order and stood guard at the entrance like loyal guards.

The black figure then walked down to the underground palace.

With every step he took, the torches on both sides were lit up. The dancing flames seemed to welcome this uninvited guest, gradually dispelling the darkness around him.

Soon, a huge altar appeared in front of him. It was like a prehistoric beast that had been lurking here for a long time, exuding a terrifying aura.

The thick demonic energy on the altar swirled like black smoke, constantly twisting and changing, as if countless resentful souls were struggling and crying out in it.

On both sides of the altar, there are densely packed stone cocoons, like rows of silent soldiers.

The black figure came to the stone house inside the altar, his eyes flashing with fanaticism, as if he saw the thing he had been dreaming of right in front of him, just waiting for him to reach out and take it.

After saying this, he slowly stretched out his right hand. That hand was skinny but powerful. The moment his fingertips touched the seal of the stone house, it seemed as if an electric current was running between the two.

Then he muttered something, and an ancient and mysterious spell flowed from his lips. Each character seemed to have life, jumping and circling in the air.

These spells intertwined together to form a mysterious force that continuously surged towards the seal.

Not long after, as the last syllable fell, the talisman on the seal instantly ignited with a black flame.

The flames seemed like the karmic fire from the depths of hell, burning with a momentum to destroy everything and greedily devouring the talisman.

Under the raging flames, the stone door of the stone house began to tremble violently, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Finally, with a loud bang, the stone door burst open and debris flew everywhere.

In an instant, a demonic energy as thick as substance gushed out from the stone house like a surging tide.

This evil energy carried endless evil and tyranny, like a prehistoric beast that regained its freedom after being imprisoned for a thousand years, sweeping towards the black figure with overwhelming force.

Before the black figure could react, the powerful force blew him two or three meters away like a light feather.

He tumbled in the air and finally managed to steady himself. When his feet landed on the ground, they left two deep marks on the ground.

But even so, the look he gave the stone house was still firm and fanatical, as if the impact just now was just a small episode.

"It makes me miss you so much. Have you returned to the world?" A low voice sounded in the stone house. The voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying endless vicissitudes and darkness. It echoed faintly in this space filled with demonic energy, and every syllable shook the surrounding air.

Upon hearing this, the man in black knelt on one knee without any hesitation, leaning forward with his forehead almost touching the ground, and said in a respectful and enthusiastic tone: "Welcome back, Master Wuliang."

"Who are you?" The low voice sounded again, with a hint of doubt.

"Have you forgotten? I am Huangquan." The man in black answered hurriedly, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice, fearing that the ghost would really forget him.

"Huangquan." The voice of the ghost seemed to be recalling something.

"In the past, I borrowed the power of Lord Wuliang to create ninja survivors of the Nether Legion." Huang Quan hurriedly added, with a trace of reminiscence of the past in his eyes.

"Why did you wake me up?" Wuliang's tone was more questioning.

"The stars have changed. This is the best time for you and me to join hands again to build the Millennium Kingdom." Huang Quan raised his head, his eyes gleaming with ambition. That light seemed even crazier under the heavy demonic aura. "The world is in chaos now, with all parties fighting. The stars show that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As long as we join hands, we will surely accomplish great things."

"But where is my body? If it's just my soul, I will disappear in a moment."

There was a hint of worry in Wuliang's voice, and the voice seemed to become more unreal, as if it would disappear into the air at any time.

"Please use my body as the host and use the dark medical ninjutsu to transfer the soul of Mr. Wuliang into my body."

The man in black had a determined look on his face. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular but scarred upper body.

Those criss-crossing old scars seemed to tell of the brutal battles he had experienced in the past.

He carefully took out a scalpel from both sides of his shirt. The scalpel flashed a strange cold light under the reflection of the demonic energy.

Without any hesitation, he pointed the scalpel at his abdomen and cut it hard. The strange thing was that as his stomach was cut open, not a drop of blood was left.

The man in black looked towards the stone house with a determined look: "Please enter my body, Lord Wuliang." At this moment, he was like a fanatical believer, ready to dedicate everything for his beliefs, even his own life.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of thick, inky black air roared out from the stone house like a raging black storm.

There seemed to be countless hideous faces roaring and struggling in the black air, exuding a creepy aura.

It rushed towards the man at lightning speed and drilled into his abdomen with precision.

In an instant, a powerful force as if coming from the ancient times burst out. The powerful impact was like a cannon explosion, directly knocking the man's body more than ten meters away like a rag doll.

The man's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground. His feet slipped into a deep groove on the ground along the way, splashing up dust and gravel.

He stood there, motionless, as if dead, only the strange black gas in his abdomen was still slowly wriggling, as if it was merging with his body.