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96: Chapter 96 Is the Arena Just a Pretext?God of Exorcism’s stroke of cinnabar finally landed.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any explosion with maxed-out special effects. This stroke, dotted onto the Void Realm, was like a silver needle dropped by an old Chinese medicine doctor—steady, accurate, and ruthless—piercing directly into the veins of Karma.

”Crack.”

On the divine throne in the clouds, a crisp sound echoed from the chest of the figure sitting high above.

The golden Divine Blood stopped flowing slowly; instead, it erupted like a high-pressure water cannon, dyeing the pure white divine robe red. Zeus’s fingers, which had been gripping the scepter, began to stiffen, and fine, porcelain-like cracks appeared across his skin.

At this moment, the global live broadcast room completely exploded.

The bullet comments from the Longxia side were filled with the clamor of gongs and drums, firecrackers popping—more lively than the New Year.

”Judge Lord is awesome! This is what you call professional relevance!”

”Hahahaha, God King? I think it’s Kidney-Death! With this stroke, if he doesn’t die, he’ll lose a layer of skin!”

”What Olympus? That’s just the reserve demolition crew for our Underworld!”

In contrast, the West was silent.

Fanatical believers knelt on the ground, knocking their foreheads until they bled, muttering scriptures incoherently, trying to use that meager Power Of Faith to repair the God King’s shattered divinity.

However, amidst this clamor and boiling excitement, Su Yun sat alone in the corner of the command hall, his brow tightly furrowed.

The light and shadow from the screen flickered across his face, reflecting a sliver of doubt deep in his eyes. He stared at Zeus, who was disintegrating on the screen, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

Something was wrong.

It was too smooth.

This was the King of Gods who had ruled Western mythology for countless years. Even suppressed by the rules and fighting on enemy territory, he shouldn’t have crumbled like a brittle piece, allowing himself to be finished off with a single stroke?

Even a cornered beast fights to bite. How could a being of Zeus’s caliber not even mount a final counterattack?

Just as alarm bells were ringing wildly in Su Yun’s mind, a sudden change occurred on the screen.

Zeus, who had been full of pain and whose body was disintegrating, suddenly stopped struggling. He raised his head, and his cracked face showed no trace of fear; instead, a deeply human, mocking smile appeared.

He looked at God of Exorcism, who was about to drag him to the gates of hell, but his gaze seemed to pierce through the screen, fixing directly on Su Yun in the command room.

”Brilliant.”

Zeus spoke:

”Eastern chess player, your methods are indeed ruthless. Rule suppression, administrative dimensional reduction—this combination punch caught me off guard.”

His body began to weather rapidly, his legs already turning into golden powder drifting in the air. Yet, he remained seated steadily.

”But, did you forget one thing?”

Su Yun’s heart gave a sudden jolt, and a bad premonition instantly surged into his mind.

Zeus curled his lip, his smile looking particularly ferocious on his crumbling face:

”This is an arena. A place for performance.”

”Since it’s a performance, there must be people buying tickets, there must be hype, there must be... energy.”

Before the words faded, his already shattered body suddenly exploded.

There was no gore, only boundless lightning.

But this lightning did not attack anyone, nor did it harm the ghost soldiers of the Underworld. They transformed into the purest energy particles, frantically drilling into the Void Realm beneath the arena.

Simultaneously, the Nemean Lion that had died earlier, and even the lingering aura of the God of Death Thanatos, who had been half-swallowed by God of Exorcism, resonated at this moment.

The entire arena was not just a fighting stage.

It was a massive, greedy altar.

It was devouring all the Divine Power fluctuations unleashed in the previous battles, all the fear and fervor of the audience, and then converting it into—a key.

A key to unlock the barrier of reality.

Su Yun shot to his feet: ”This is a Clone?!”

Before everyone could react, a piercing alarm blared in the command hall.

”Alert! Global energy index has spiked!”

”Detecting ’Myth Projection’ undergoing physical materialization!”

”Coordinate lock... Northern Europe, South Asia, North Africa... And... How is this possible?!”

Qin Shuangyue’s fingers tapped the keyboard into afterimages, but the red warning boxes on the screen popped up faster than she could move. The mythological landmarks, which were merely phantoms before, were now seeing their data rapidly shift from ’energy state’ to ’material state’.

Su Yun abruptly looked up at the massive screen.

Direction: Northern Europe.

The World Tree phantom, which had originally been shrouded only in the aurora, emitted a grating, loud creak. That was no longer an illusion of light and shadow, but a real giant tree, weighing tens of thousands of tons, growing. Roots as thick as dragons instantly pierced the millennia-old permafrost, carrying the stench of mud, and directly lifted a coastal city in Norway into the air.

Skyscrapers were as fragile as Lego bricks before these terrifying roots, instantly collapsing, shattering, and turning into ruins. The canopy blotted out the sky, its real shadow enveloping the entire peninsula, and a cold wind howled, bringing the severe cold of an ancient Ice Age.

Direction: Egypt.

The smooth, mirror-like surface of the Pyramids cracked open. Hot mercury mixed with an unknown black liquid poured out of the pyramid tops like blood, corroding everything around them. The jackal legions of Anubis, which could previously only be seen in mirages, now had their paws heavily stamping on the scorching sand, producing a dull, heavy sense of reality.

They raised the scimitars in their hands, the blades reflecting a bloodthirsty cold light under the scorching sun—that was real metal, a Sharp Weapon capable of easily severing steel and harvesting heads, no longer just ghostly shadows that dissipated upon contact.

”They are forcing their way down!” Old Daoist Priest also reacted, ”They used the arena’s energy to blast through the final membrane!”

”Wrong!”

Long Yi, who had been staring at the tactical map, suddenly spoke: ”If it was just to force their way down, why make such a big fuss about the so-called arena?”

Unless...

Unless a direct frontal assault couldn’t get them in; they needed a gap.

Countless clues flashed through Su Yun’s mind, finally converging into a terrifying conjecture. The national fortune Great Wall remained steadfast. Although the frontal forced descent was grand in momentum, it would inevitably face a counterattack from Longxia.

They needed a ’backdoor’.

A ’backdoor’ that could bypass the sharpness of the Longxia national fortune Great Wall and directly insert itself into the heartland.

Su Yun’s pupils contracted, and he suddenly turned his head to look towards the west of Longxia, toward the Kunlun Mountains, known as the ancestor of ten thousand mountains, where the phantom of Buzhou Mountain stood!