Chapter 464

Chapter 464: Kill Someone, They Die!

Most powerful beings possess multiple self-preservation methods—Rebirth, soul possession, or backup bodies prepared beforehand.

Realizing the overwhelming number of enemies and its inability to escape, the insect apostle chose to end itself preemptively rather than face sealing. A reasonable decision… for anyone else.

But for Mu Lin, master of death who could deliver Predetermined Death, the insect apostle’s suicide became true self-destruction.

As the creature charged into the calamitous sun blazing at Mu Lin’s fingertips—its form disintegrating into ash under relentless light and heat—Mu Lin ruthlessly infused Predetermined Death into its flesh, nailing shut the coffin lid on its soul.

"Want death? Have it!"

After obliterating the insect apostle, Mu Lin immediately pursued the Night Demon.

He found the Night Demon leader similarly resigned to death, though its hate-filled glare burned brighter than any flame.

"Humans…" it rasped. "You slaughter my kin… raze our territory… This isn’t over. Your families… friends… all will perish!"

The Night Demon leader died cursing, joined by a demonic swordsman apostle. Yet some escaped—the Nightmare leader slipped away through ethereal means.

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While the hunters chased monsters and evil spirits, fungal slime spread through an underground cavern. Beneath pulsating grave mounds, a resurrection nest activated—triggered by the insect apostle’s Mark upon its main body’s destruction.

"Bastards!" The reforming apostle’s voice echoed through dripping chambers. "Destroying my prime vessel? I’ll haunt your bloodlines! If not through strength… then through endless torment!"

Mid-rebirth scheming, sudden dread froze its thoughts.

"My backup’s discovered? Who—"

No external threat came. Ice-cold Death Energy erupted from its very soul, dragging it toward eternal silence.

"NO!" The weakened apostle struggled futilely. "BASTA—"

Consciousness snuffed out.

Yet veteran apostles always prepared deeper backups. In another cavern, the insect apostle’s awareness flickered anew—weaker, angrier, but undeniably revived.

But soon, its nightmare arrived.

The instant its consciousness awakened, ice-cold Death Energy descended like a nightmare, haunting it like a shadow.

Having destroyed the previous consciousness, this Death Energy now grew stronger and more relentless.

"Bastard!"

"Mu Lin!"

"You deserve death…"

Repeatedly, the insect apostle’s body kept regenerating across various locations.

Yet each time it reformed, Death Energy would arrive instantly, erasing every hidden contingency.

Though the insect apostle had prepared multiple revival methods—sometimes embedding its soul Mark within giant trees instead of eggs to nurture its body—all proved futile. The overwhelming Death essence clung like incurable parasites.

Every revival attempt brought immediate annihilation.

Even time-based recovery spells failed.

The Ouroboros’ infinite cycle bound Death Energy permanently to the insect apostle’s consciousness and True Spirit. Underground or beyond, present or past—the eternal serpent’s power chased endlessly, etching death into its existence.

Unknown to Mu Lin, the insect apostle attempted thirty-three revival methods. All failed.

After thirty-three failures, remaining contingencies became unusable.

Accumulated Death Energy reached catastrophic levels, extinguishing the apostle’s consciousness completely—no resurrection remained possible.

The Night Demon leader shared this fate… along with numerous North Wilderness monsters and evil spirits.

Mu Lin’s "Above the Heavens and Below, Only I Hold Supreme Power" strike had purged hordes of evil ghosts and foreign monsters.

This single blow devastated demonic forces across the North Wilderness.

Initially, though alarmed, Powerful Tribes and evil spirits didn’t yet fear Mu Lin’s name.

Some tribal leaders still harbored killing intent.

"That Mu Lin threatens our survival! He must die!"

Their resolve stemmed from necessity, not arrogance. Mu Lin endangered their species’ existence.

Moreover, multiple factions recognized the threat. Chieftains planned to unite North Wilderness’ foreign monsters.

Combined forces could mobilize immense resources—even summon evil gods’ power.

Thirdly, like the insect apostle and Night Demon leader, these chiefs possessed countless backups. Failed assassinations would only cost temporary bodies or magic.

"Mu Lin’s death alone will bring peace!"

On a mountain near Night Demon Heaven, Three-Eyed Tribe leader Mo Ang stared grimly into distance, strategizing alliances against Mu Lin.

Then catastrophe struck.

A breathless guard burst into his hall: "Lord Mo Ang! The Seventh Prince died during the solar eruption! He couldn’t reach the Three Sacred God Barrier in time!"

Mo Ang’s brow twitched briefly. "Take his shed eyes for revival. He left six, correct?"

Three-Eyed Tribesmen possessed remarkable third eyes—seeing through objects, tracking spiritual energy, even detaching them. These eyes preserved tribal essence, enabling post-death revival. This earned them the title Sacred Tribe.

The leader remained calm—until the guard trembled: "We tried! Death Energy erupts from his soul during revival! Three revivals, three deaths! We dare not try again!"

"What?!"

Mo Ang’s composure shattered—not from paternal grief, but tribal panic. "Impossible! Our Sacred Tribe’s revival can’t fail!"