One enigmatic object after another, containing eerie power, was activated by them at any cost, trying to forcibly tear the blockade of the Array and rush out of this desperate land.

However, at the instant they tried to resist, the void fissures that permeated the air above the hall suddenly emitted an even more majestic aura, pure and profound Human Emperor's Qi.

This force was like an invisible mountain pressing down, instantly suppressing the light of the sealed objects they had offered, rendering it dim and dull, even causing their own Demigod Power to operate sluggishly, as if burdened with the weight of the world, making all their resistance appear so feeble and powerless.

Just as the battlefield's situation rapidly deteriorated, and everything seemed decided, the five saints of the Council of the Dead were about to be completely refined by the Array.

Suddenly, from the depths of the Tomb of the Dead, which had been thoroughly isolated by the Array, a voice laden with endless majesty thundered through heaven and earth.

"Who dares disturb my slumber!"

Boom!!!

The next moment, an ancient underground coffin at the deepest part of the tomb exploded, and a pitch-black figure slowly emerged.

He wore a robe as black as eternal night, with a crown woven from withered thorns.

At the moment he appeared, all the remains within the Oranck Cemetery District, both on the surface and underground, seemed to be summoned by some supreme existence, collectively letting out screams of terror or submission.

Buried here for thousands of years, millions of the dead were completely awakened within this instant.

A death domain, far surpassing the combined power of the previous five council members, swept across like a tsunami, and a vast aura of the dead transformed into a phantom river, flowing incessantly.

Path of the Dead Sequence 3: Ferryman!

Chairman of the Council of the Dead, a present-day Human God existing for thousands of years.

"This old monster, truly awakened!" A Judgement Knight in the Heretic Court gasped.

"Tsk tsk, merely just awakened, yet the aura has already incited a riot of the dead in the entire cemetery district, truly worthy of a crazy old being living for thousands of years!" Another person exclaimed.

"Just in time!"

More strong figures showed expressions of excitement and anticipation, completely indifferent to the huge crisis this awakening of the Sequence 3 could bring to the Kingdom, "Only such an old monster can truly force out the cards of the Underworld and reveal their truth."

They watched the scene in the Magic Mirror keenly, filled with anticipation.

Until now, the high-end combat power exhibited by the Underworld seemed only to have the mysterious Lu Yan.

Lu Yan acted too quickly the last time before Saint Xi'en, almost ending the battle in an overwhelming manner, allowing no one to glimpse his true level of strength or capabilities.

If today, this powerful Chairman of the Council of the Dead could force Lu Yan to act again, maybe they could discern some clues.

Yet as everyone's attention was focused on the awe-inspiring Chairman of the Council of the Dead, a grand voice slowly arose from the void fissures above the underground tomb.

"Mortal creatures attempting to meddle with life and death cycles, disrupt the Yin-Yang order, the Ten Halls of Yama have decreed."

The voice paused, each word carrying the indisputable absolute will:

"Annihilate completely!"

In the next instant, a golden decree, seemingly formed by the gathering of heaven's order, dropped slowly from the void fissure.

The divine light flowed on the decree, vaguely manifesting a shadow wearing a ceremonial robe and crown.

Upon this decree's appearance, the vast Array below formed by six thousand Yin Soldiers began its violent transformation once again.

Yellow Springs Array, activate!

The power of six thousand Yin Soldiers was insufficient to activate the Yellow Springs Array.

But now, this Array formed by Yin Soldiers merely served as a coordinate, a temporary medium and channel.

Rumble!

As if a dam in the sky suddenly collapsed, accompanied by an earth-shattering sound, a long river, muddied yet bearing the rules of twilight and sunset, surged from the void fissure embodying Yama's decree.

This was not ordinary water, but the Water of the Underworld, carrying rules of termination and annihilation, containing the terrifying power to devour all life and existence.

The Water of the Underworld flooded irresistibly, instantly overwhelming everything below, completely devouring the Tomb of the Dead maintained for thousands of years.

Whether robust rocks, immortal remains, powerful undead, or the five Sequence 4 Nether River Walkers, were all like sandcastles, fragile in the face of this river embodying the end concept, disintegrated and dissolved instantly, leaving not a trace of existence behind.

"No! Impossible!"

The once awe-inspiring Chairman of the Council of the Dead, upon seeing the descent of the Water of the Underworld, no longer retained a shred of previous dignity or fury on his face.

He let out an utterly piercing scream; time and space twisted in an instant as he even tried to tear open space to escape from this overwhelming disaster.

Yet, how could his speed surpass that of the ultimate Yellow Springs?

But just as his figure touched the turbulent, muddied Water of the Underworld, there was no world-shattering collision, no fierce burst of energy.

This Ferryman, existing for thousands of years, his soul and True Spirit seemed to be stones thrown into a bottomless abyss, silently sinking into the murky riverbed.

All his strength, all his struggles, all his existence, were completely erased and annihilated upon contact with the Yellow Springs.

In the end, with the Tomb of the Dead completely devoured, it together returned to eternal silence.

Within the Heretic Court, deathly silence.

Whether Judgement Knight or Cardinal, stood immobile like victims of the Petrification Technique.

Eyes widened to the extreme, reflecting the apocalyptic scene in the Magic Mirror.

A Sequence 3 demigod, an ancient monster living for thousands of years, in such a brief moment, annihilated, body and soul!

This was beyond their understanding of power limits.

More terrifyingly, the one who acted was not the known Lu Yan, nor the supreme Emperor, but an existence named the Ten Halls of Yama.

This proved that the Underworld's inherent strength far exceeded their previous hypotheses.

Yet just as everyone's minds were shaken, the blurred shadow manifested from the decree in the Magic Mirror slowly lifted its gaze.

Its vision seemed to ignore the existence of the Magic Mirror, directly descending into the Heretic Court.

Soon, a voice rang directly in the depths of their souls:

"What are you looking at?"