Chapter 154: The End of Yun

A roaring shout pierced through the soil, rocks, and steel reinforcements, ultimately reverberating throughout the entire underground base of the Death Row Amusement Park.

"What the hell? Are people really this arrogant nowadays?"

Su Jing, a top-tier S-class death row inmate who was dead drunk, burped and muttered in disbelief.

"They have the capital to be arrogant. In just a few days, they've managed to slaughter half of the death row inmates. This is definitely not as simple as just that bunch of beasts under Feimo rebelling," analyzed Ning Yi, another top-tier S-class death row inmate, as he adjusted his glasses.

"You're a forensic doctor, yet you're boosting the enemy's morale! Do you believe I can crush you to death with just one sweep of my ass?"

Su Jing scratched his gargantuan buttocks, picked his nose, and shouted belligerently.

"Is that so? Then we shall see whether your movements are faster, or my scalpel is."

*Swish—*

As Ning Yi spoke, ten cold blades flickered at the tips of his fingers, reflecting a chilling radiance.

"Alright, alright. You Chinese people only ever know how to fight and kill. Can't you just quietly follow the will of God? However, in this matter, I'm more inclined to side with Su Jing's plan. Previously, it's possible they caught us off guard and picked us off one by one, which led to such a terrifying outcome—after all, that side also possesses four peak S-class death row inmates. But now, we are all gathered together, and just our number of S-class inmates outnumbers theirs by two. How can they possibly fight us?"

The speaker was Nikai, a top-tier S-class death row inmate and self-proclaimed Christian Godfather.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"What is there to be afraid of with so many people?!"

"Charge them and finish this quickly. I only need one more quota."

Spurred on by these words, the crowd of death row inmates behind the six peak S-class powerhouses began to jeer and clamor, surging forward menacingly until they appeared before Mu You.

When they saw Mu You kneeling on the ground in a bizarre posture, with the remaining nine death row inmates around him on the verge of critical injuries, their tense nerves finally relaxed, and they burst into uncontrollable mockery.

"My word, I had my Holy Words all primed and ready, and it's just these few pathetic losers?"

"Look at those cowardly faces. Slaughter them quickly before complications arise."

"Look at that one called Mu You. He's actually kneeling. Has he given up and become utterly pathetic, or is he preparing to surrender? Either way, he's out of his mind. How could we possibly let him live?"

"Kill them!! Tear them to pieces!!"

"Charge in!!"

Over fifty death row inmates rushed toward Mu You and his companions simultaneously, countless energies of the Holy Word beginning to brew.

Mu You had sustained the Purple Demonic Lotus for so long that he was already on the verge of collapse. Exerting his very last ounce of strength, the moment he fell, he murmured softly:

"Divine Edict · Genesis · Annihilation."

The Purple Demonic Lotus slowly bloomed.

At its heart, it was pitch black.

Within the space, the head of every single death row inmate instantly split open like flower petals, blooming in unison.

There were no screams, no cries of anguish; before their bodies even had time to process what was happening, they all stepped together in neat unison into eternal hell.

Fifty strands of soul energy poured seamlessly into Mu You's body: High S-class, High S-class saturation, Peak S-class, Peak S-class saturation, Great Circle of S-class, Great Circle of S-class saturation.

The Great Circle of S-class—saturation!

"Jiang Man, Fatty San, just wait... I will avenge you..."

The overwhelming surge of power made it difficult for Mu You to adapt instantly, and even hallucinations flickered before his eyes. He struggled with all his might to stand up, refusing to fall as he swayed unsteadily.

"Cough, cough..."

Spouting a mouthful of blood toward the heavens, Mu You rocked precariously, tears streaming down his face. Xu Chen stepped forward to support him, only to be shoved away by Mu You's sweep.

The others had already subconsciously begun absorbing the dense bloodline essence permeating the space, breaking through one after another to reach the Great Circle of S-class.

A full ten individuals had attained the Great Circle of S-class, mere steps away from the SS-class.

In the Death Row Amusement Park, by sacrificing over a hundred S-class inmates to forge a full ten peak S-class powerhouses, the probability of an SS-class death row inmate emerging sky-rocketed.

Unbeknownst to them, Mu You and the others had unwittingly stepped right into Mo Han's grand design.

On the surface of the Death Row Amusement Park, beneath the rockery park, at the highest point of the underground dial structure, sat Mo Han's crystal diamond office.

Countless electronic screens flickered alternately before Mo Han's eyes. When he saw the footage of Mu You breaking through to the Great Circle of S-class, the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded. He parted his lips, extending a black tongue to moisten them.

"If my son were to see this scene, he'd probably be overwhelmingly excited."

Mo Han swept his arm out, pulling all the images back into his left eye. He walked to the center of the room and stamped his foot. Immediately, a crystal platform materialized beneath him, descending straight down toward the direct dwelling of Zhi.

"Darling, little sweetie, little cutie, where are you?"

The moment Mo Han appeared, every single crystal ball within the entire space rose into the air out of nowhere—numbering no less than tens of thousands—suspending themselves all around him. Mo Han merely strolled forward casually, and along the way, the diamond crystal spheres, whose hardness rivaled adamant, vanished into nothingness.

The crystal balls rained down desolately from the sky as Zhi appeared before Mo Han, his two arms already severed.

"Dad, it's fine if you slice off my arms, but could you please not play with my balls next time? Every time you come, I have to go back to the Earth's core to remine them; they get extremely hot. But tell me, did I improve this time? Thirty thousand balls, you see! From the exact moment the first ball is thrown up until before it falls, I can instantly toss all the balls into the air one after another, and then return to the first one to catch and throw it again. Every single throw has the exact same amount of force, giving people a sensation of a frozen high-altitude world. Isn't that amazing?"

"Not bad. Your speed is basically up to standard. However, your physique is far too weak. Under my restrained aura, your hands disintegrated so quickly, all the way up to your arms. It seems you still won't do."

Mo Han sighed, wearing an expression of profound regret.