Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1504 - 1508: Horse-faced Man

Chapter 1504: Chapter 1508: Horse-faced Man

“Whoa!!!!!!!!!”

A soul-shattering roar suddenly emanated from the nearby Nine Serenities water, and soon after, a Dragon of the Netherworld with a golden skeletal form emerged slowly, raising its head and body from the still waters!

This Dragon of the Netherworld was surrounded by a ghostly luminescent glow, with countless Underworld Moths composing its flesh. As it raised its massive Nether claw, the moths began to flutter, creating a vast and terrifying dead flame!

Almost everyone could feel the dragon’s rage emanating beyond its body—a dead spirit instinct that harbors hatred for all living beings, yearning to trap all who fall into this Underworld, turning them into slaves here!!

The power of its claw was extraordinary, instantly consuming one Loose Cultivator who hadn’t yet reached the Godly Realm in the blaze.

The people around couldn’t concern themselves with him, each using Divine Skills for self-preservation. The last thing to be devoured from this Loose Cultivator were his eyes, filled with terror. He never expected this midnight “ritual” to be so perilous, having been lost in the joy and excitement of an unlimited future, even proud to be working alongside an Immortal Master like Lu Hou, yet did not foresee being used as cannon fodder.

More unexpectedly, death in the Underworld doesn’t mean complete obliteration.

When his body was burnt to ashes, his soul would be ferried by the surrounding Underworld Moths.

His soul drifted externally, captured by numerous tiny Underworld Moths, pieced together like a Soul Bead and cast into the Nine Serenities water.

Similar Soul Beads existed in the Nine Serenities water; once enough time has passed, these Soul Beads would crack open, and a “lively” Underworld Moth would emerge from within!!

This means that all living beings who die here eventually transform into humble Underworld Moths!

Initially, these Loose Cultivators lured to be cannon fodder did not realize the peril until their companions began dying one by one, transforming into Underworld Moths right under their noses, causing them to become uneasy and panic!

“Immortal Master Lu, please lead us out of here!!” a female Martial Cultivator pleaded desperately.

Though she possessed a demi-god’s cultivation base and power, in such an environment, even deities were mere flesh and blood, and the terrifying Dragon of the Netherworld was the real God Demon, making them so insignificantly small!

“The sect will remember your deeds!” Lu Hou displayed a benevolent smile, yet to the surrounding people, it was bone-chilling!

“Oooohhhh!!!!!!!!”

A screeching sound suddenly came from overhead, followed by a mountain-like darkness pressing down on the suffocating crowd.

As it came near, the Underworld Ravens swooped down onto these people, pecking at their faces. Many wielded weapons yet stood motionless as if entranced, allowing the sharp-beaked ravens to feast on their faces, blurring flesh, mutilating features, seemingly devoid of feeling pain!

Th𝚒ѕ 𝓬h𝙖p𝘵𝑒r ɩ𝑠 p𝕠𝑠𝘵𝘦𝒹 b𝑦 𝘬𝚒𝐭𝕖𝕟𝑜𝘷𝕖𝘭

These Underworld Ravens were in large numbers, even forming a black cyclone cloud above, with an eerie soul-charming power that ensnared most with weak willpower, gazing blankly at the mystical images formed by the gathering ravens, as if witnessing heavenly revelations in their grand trajectory!

However, most revelations involved having their eyeballs pecked out and eaten, as this flock of ravens delight in human eyes!

Lu Hou and his Yin Spirit Necromancers remained at the center of the arena, their solid formation secured, while those lured became pitiful Underworld offerings.

Soon, hordes of Nether Frogs emerged from the Nine Serenities water, predatory creatures dragging ambitious young cultivators into the depths.

The Nine Serenities water was a hot spring for dead spirits, distorted with corrosive acid—it was hellish torture merely to bathe here, let alone being torn apart by greedy Nether Frogs, not a bone or speck remaining!!

After these Underworld creatures ravaged, over half of the valiant individuals who came to the arena perished, with survivors mostly having reached the deity realm!

Though the deity realm isn’t top-tier in this world plagued by gods and demons, there are many ancient god-demon species that prey on divine and spectral entities, formidable forces during their time in the Yang Realm, now ruling as king ghosts in the Underworld!

Nether Emperor’s offerings aren’t those Loose Cultivators; it craves the souls of deities!

Amidst the darkness, Zhu Minglang witnessed a colossal horse-faced figure, with a giant spirit body, wrapped in blood-stained chains!

This horse-faced entity likely committed countless sins in the Yang Realm, turning its crimes into Underworld weapons upon death!

The Nether Emperor’s horse-faced figure casually snatched and tasted the bloody remnants like soup appetizer.

After savoring the starter, its gaze locked onto Lu Hou, Yin Spirit Necromancers, and deity cultivators—the main feast!

“This is a Yama, do not provoke it!” Lu Hou admonished.

“What do you mean by don’t provoke it; it’s coming towards us,” remarked a Black Flag Soul Banners Master.

“Just don’t provoke!” Lu Hou urged everyone around again.

The horse-faced figure resembled a sinister Buddha, savage-faced, enormous in form, with the cultivators before it appearing as mere ants, unworthy of its glance.

Living deities lie as exquisite delicacies upon its offering table, to be casually savored!

It grasped a Dao Cultivation God Practitioner, crushing their spine into a meatball, throwing them into its mouth, and chewed leisurely.

Before ingesting the minced meat, its gaze had already settled on another female deity.

The female deity was obviously a talisman practitioner, donned in ancient robes surrounded by rotating red flame talismans forming a protective domain appearing sacred and mighty, yet mere phosphorescence in the horse-faced figure’s eyes; its hand pierced easily through the protective shield to seize her!

Nonetheless, she seemed too slender for its taste, prompting it to grab another nearby person.

This person was the long-observing Zhu Minglang!

The horse-faced figure’s gaze began rotating, suddenly becoming rigid when glimpsing its terrifying eyeballs!