Cut off my way home? You'll sacrifice the entire other world in return!

Coordinates of all realms: Spirit Realm.

Location: The headquarters of the First Division of the Soul Reaper.

This is a special dimension that exists independently of the present world.

The sky is always a pale bluish-green, without clouds, only spiritual particles flowing slowly in the air.

This is the final resting place of the dead, the guardian of the order of this world, and the stronghold of the spirit slayers.

Inside the tea room of the First Squad's barracks in the Soul Reaper Palace.

An elderly man who looked like he was about to die was kneeling on the tatami mat, holding a cup of hot tea in his hands.

He was bald and his face was covered in wrinkles.

Ancestor Yuanliu, the captain of the Thirteen Guardians of the Realm, is also the most recognized Spirit Slayer in the Spirit Realm for the past two thousand years.

He closed his eyes, seemingly enjoying the tranquility of the afternoon.

But at this moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

"The tea has gone cold."

He murmured softly.

The water was clearly freshly boiled, but now there was no steam in the cup, and... a thin layer of frost had formed on the surface.

This cold isn't the kind of cold that comes from the weather.

It is a chill that originates from the depths of one's soul.

It's as if something is blowing death itself into this world.

"Waaaaah."

An alarm suddenly sounded throughout the entire Soul Reaper Palace.

That was the highest level of emergency alert.

This alarm will only sound when the barrier to the spirit realm is completely breached and the world faces the crisis of destruction.

The last time it was heard was a thousand years ago during the great battle against the Quincy.

"Has it finally arrived?"

The patriarch of Yuanliu put down his teacup.

He slowly stood up.

His originally hunched body became upright at this moment.

A terrifying pressure, so intense it distorted the air, erupted from his body.

The wooden cane beside him instantly burned away, revealing a long knife wrapped in purple cloth.

"All captain-level units proceed to Twin Peaks Hill to engage the enemy!"

The old man's voice echoed throughout the entire court.

"Tell them..."

"No need to hold back."

"Because this time, the one who came was not a living person."

……......

Above the Soul-Suppressing Court.

The sky had turned a deathly gray.

Countless black snowflakes fell from the sky.

A patrolling Spirit Slayer curiously reached out and caught a piece.

"What is this...?"

"This is a teaser."

A cold, hoarse voice suddenly rang in everyone's minds.

"Snap!"

The sky cracked open.

Thick black smoke poured down from the crack, instantly engulfing most of the Soul Suppressing Court.

The black smoke dissipated.

An army has been revealed.

They had no flesh and blood, only bare bones.

His eyes burned with eerie green flames, and he held various rusty weapons that exuded a fierce aura.

The quantity is small, only 100,000.

A figure hovered at the very front of the army.

He was completely shrouded in a tattered black cloak, his face obscured by two points of red light flickering deep within the hood.

He held a black scythe in his hand.

Hades, commander of the Second Legion of the Eternal Demon Realm.

The ruler of death.

"The soul of this world..."

Hades took a deep breath.

"The quality is very high."

"Full of fighting spirit and resilience."

"Much better than those ninjas over there who only know how to throw fireballs."

"Master will definitely like it."

"Who are you?!"

A group of ordinary spirit slayers dressed in black rushed out from the ground.

Although they were afraid, they had to draw their swords because of their duty.

"Intruders! Die!"

One of the officials roared, gripping the hilt of his sword, ready to begin his initial release.

"Bloom, Crimson Lotus!"

However, an embarrassing scene unfolded.

No matter how he shouted or how he urged his soul pressure.

The knife in his hand was like a piece of dead iron, completely unresponsive.

even……....

It can't be pulled out even by pulling it out.

The blade trembled violently in its sheath, emitting a mournful buzzing sound.

That is..........

fear.

This knife has a spirit, so it is afraid.

It sensed the presence of the man in black robes.

That was the aura of the end of all things; it was true "death."

Faced with such absolute superiority and suppression, these low-level spirits dared not show themselves at all.

"What's going on? Why can't I pull my knife out?!"

"Mine too! It's shaking!"

The Spirit Slayers panicked.

Without their swords, they are nothing more than slightly stronger souls.

Why?

Pluto in the sky lowered his head, his red gaze sweeping over the swarm of ants.

"Because your knives also have souls."

"Since there is a soul, there must be a fear of death."

"Before me, all weapons are nothing but scrap metal waiting to rust."

"Because what I possess is something you cannot comprehend... the Law of the End."

Hades raised his scythe.

They didn't use any special moves.

He simply made a light mowing motion towards the ground below.

"Harvest".

"Sizzle."

An invisible ripple swept across.

The dozens of Spirit Slayers who were still trying to draw their swords froze in their tracks.

Their bodies did not suffer any physical harm.

But next second.

One by one, pale blue, transparent shadows were forcibly pulled out from their skulls.

That is their original soul.

The soulless bodies collapsed limply to the ground, dead.

The entire team was wiped out instantly.

Hades opened his mouth and gently inhaled.

All those souls flew into his mouth.

"My little ones."

He swung his scythe, pointing it deep into the Soul Reaper's Palace.

"Every soul here is the finest material."

"Go, make them your companions."

"roar!!!"

A white tide of bones descended from the sky, breaching the first line of defense of the Soul Suppressing Court.

…………

The 10th Division's base.

A short, silver-haired boy captain stood on the rooftop, his face ashen.

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this?"

He could feel his knife frantically conveying an emotion: escape.

As the captain of the Thirteen Guardians of the Border, he had never seen his sword so timid.

"Are you kidding me!"

The boy bit his tongue, using the pain to forcefully dispel the fear in his heart.

"We are the guardians! How can we run away?"

"Hyōrinmaru! Wake up!"

He unleashed all his soul pressure, forcefully breaking through the suppression of that law.

"Sit upright in the frosty heavens, Hyōrinmaru!"

hold head high.

An ice dragon soared into the sky, though it was smaller than usual and looked somewhat listless, but at least it was free.

"We'll join in too!"

Several vice-captains who rushed over from the side also gritted their teeth and released their Soul-Slaying Blades.

Baboon bone snakes, a sky full of pink flower blades, an extended divine spear…....

Several attacks converged and rushed towards Hades in the sky.

"I don't know where you're from, but don't underestimate the Thirteen Guardians!"

The boy roared.

"A thousand-year-old ice prison!"

Countless icicles appeared out of thin air, attempting to trap Hades inside.

Faced with a combined attack from these captains and vice-captains.

Hades hovered in the air without even making a move to dodge.

Hades shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment.

"Your understanding of death is too superficial."

"Death is neither cold nor painful."

"Death is... nothingness."

The attacks landed on him.

The icicles froze his cloak, and the flower blade sliced ​​through his neck.

But next second.

Hades' body dissipated like a wisp of black smoke.

Then it recombines a few meters away.

Unharmed.

He turned himself into a "dead object" the moment he was hit.

If he was already "dead," how could he be killed a second time?

"How is that possible?!"

The boy's pupils dilated.

"Have you had enough fun?"

Hades reappeared and stretched out that withered hand.

He made a grasping motion in the air in the direction of the boy.

"The Grip of Death"

"Bang!"

The boy felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly.

The blood in his body stopped flowing instantly.

The majestic ice dragon let out a mournful cry and shattered into countless ice shards.

"Uh... cough cough..."

The boy clutched his chest as he fell from the sky.

His face instantly turned deathly gray as his life force drained away at an alarming rate.

"noob!"

Another female deputy captain cried out in alarm and tried to come to the rescue.

But Hades merely glanced at him.

The female deputy captain seemed to have her bones removed, collapsing to the ground with the knife in her hand falling to the side.

"Too weak."

"Is this what they call captain-level?"

Hades descended and walked up to the struggling boy.

"Is this the world's top combat power?"

"He's not even as good as a centurion in my Second Legion."

He raised his scythe, ready to harvest this soul that seemed to have some potential.

Just then.

"boom!!!"

An indescribably hot aura suddenly erupted from the center of the Soul Reaper.

This heatwave is terrifying.

The aftershocks alone evaporated all the moisture in the air in an instant.

The ground began to crack and the house began to spontaneously combust.

Even the chilling, deathly aura brought by Hades was somewhat diluted by this heat wave.

A towering pillar of fire rose up, turning half the sky crimson.

Within this pillar of fire.

An old man, shirtless and covered in scars, walked out.

He held in his hand a long sword that was burning fiercely and releasing a world-destroying aura.

Yuanliu Laozu.

The strongest spirit slayer.

They finally made their move.