Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

Nether Abyss.

A mysterious and dark place, swallowing up all the light from the outside world. In this dark world without sun, heavy clouds cover the sky. There is no alternation between day and night, only endless darkness and nothingness.

The vast underworld is barren and desolate. The pale moon hangs high in the sky, looking very empty and giving people an unreal feeling.

This is the nest of the creatures of the underworld!

In these long years, hundreds of races of the underworld have multiplied and survived here, settling down and making a living. During this period, fights broke out from time to time, and then shook hands and made peace.

Small cities stand tall, and buildings of different sizes are dark and gloomy, without a trace of bright colors. There is a thick yin everywhere, and the atmosphere is very depressing.

There are many shops in the city, and humanoid creatures can be seen walking on the streets, but since the frequent wars, the environment seems much more desolate.

"The front line is in urgent need of troops. The king has issued a conscription order. All those above the ninth level of Qi training must participate in the holy war!"

The voice was like a bell, and the tone was unquestionable.

A group of soldiers wearing dark red armor suddenly appeared, holding sharp spears and forcing those humanoid creatures to submit. When those humanoid creatures heard that they were being captured and sent to the army, their expressions were uglier than if their parents had died.

"Hey, it seems that the war situation is getting more and more critical. I heard that in some small cities, there is no one to be seen after walking half a day, which shows how many soldiers are deployed."

"Before the war, it was fine, and there were frequent reports of victory. However, not long after, there were heavy losses. If we had known earlier, we should have resisted this holy war. Wouldn't it be better to stay in the Nether Abyss? Why covet the territory of the outside world?"

"Hush! Be careful with your words. The soldiers of the city government heard you and arrested you for the death penalty!"

In the corridor of the restaurant, the creatures of the two small tribes couldn't help complaining.

Because of their low cultivation, they avoided several previous conscriptions. At this time, they felt sad about the increasingly bad situation in the Nether Abyss.

Back then, the You Clan, the leader of the Nether Abyss, issued a Hundred Clan Covenant to the entire Nether Abyss, calling on all members to unite and jointly send troops to the outside world to occupy the Eastern Region.

At that time, some of the races were very resistant to this sudden decision, thinking that the king of the You Clan must have gone crazy and actually wanted to fight against the human race in the East Region.

After all, the reason why they have been hiding in the Dark Abyss for generations is that they were driven here by the ancestors of the human race very early. There have been several deliberate invasions in the future, but without exception, they have paid a painful price.

After so many years, the people have long been accustomed to this dark world. Even if they are isolated from the vast land outside, they have a sense of resignation.

Therefore, after hearing the call of the You Clan, the leaders of many races protested immediately, believing that there is no chance of winning even if they mobilized their troops.

Although the You Clan is the head of the Dark Abyss and rules the other ninety-nine clans, they have a lot of say, but this proposal is too retrograde and there are few supporters.

Just when everyone thought that the turmoil would soon subside, the king of the You tribe invited the leaders of all tribes to attend the meeting. After that, all the leaders publicly supported the You tribe.

Claiming that they were favored by the gods and responded to the call of the gods, there was no possibility of failure!

Then, various warlike slogans were concocted, and the belief in victory spread rapidly like locusts.

In this unparalleled fanatical atmosphere, the creatures of all tribes worked together from top to bottom, with the ambition to occupy the East Region and expand the territory. One army after another marched into the underworld to start this unprecedented holy war!

The war started, and the first battle was a victory.

They were unstoppable, and they really ravaged many places in the East Region as if assisted by gods, trampling the human cultivators who were previously high and mighty under their feet.

But the good times didn't last long. The human race began to counterattack, causing great obstacles to the Nether Abyss Army.

Among them, there was a man named Ye Junlin who was extremely famous. His hands were stained with the blood of countless Nether Abyss monks. He killed as many as double-digit kings of the Tribulation Realm, which directly reversed the direction of the entire battle!

When the big bad news came one after another, the creatures of the Nether Abyss races were crying out in grief, their morale fell to the bottom, and their beliefs were frustrated. This was completely different from what they had expected in advance.

At this point, the war situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Because too many Nether Abyss monks died in foreign wars, some races had a broken inheritance phenomenon. More and more creatures were full of fear and had a resistance to going to the front line.

Calls to stop the war appeared one after another.

But the upper class ignored it directly, and even adopted violent suppression methods, and continued to invest in troops.

Some Netherworld monks were afraid of being captured and sent to the army, so they deliberately ran away from the city and hid in the cold and desolate Netherworld, not wanting to die in vain.

But no matter where they escaped, they would be caught back soon afterwards. In the eyes of many lower-class people, the upper class's behavior was simply crazy.

After all, if this phenomenon occurred in the past, the leaders of various tribes would have stopped long ago, but now there is no intention to stop at all, and the fate of all Netherworld creatures is directly tied to this chariot.

It seems that there is an invisible hand behind it, pushing this chariot forward frantically...

In the central area of ​​Netherworld, there stands a magnificent giant palace that reaches the sky. In the land without the distinction between day and night, it emits a quiet and strange cold light.

This is the power hub of the entire Netherworld capital and the seat of the ruler of the Nether Clan.

At this time, in the wide meeting hall, the few kings of the Nether Abyss gathered here, their faces were gloomy and worried.

"It's not good to go on like this. I don't know how many people can recover after this battle. We lost too many people in this holy war!"

"If we continue to waste time, the hundreds of tribes in the Nether Abyss may be in name only!"

"Alas, if we stop here, I will be very unwilling, because this is our last chance to turn over."

"King Dangyou, can you really guarantee that we can win this battle? If we really fail in the end, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the Nether Abyss, and the entire You clan must be fully responsible for it!"

The fierce discussion instantly turned into a spearhead, pointing at the strong figure sitting on the throne in the front.

The emerald green hair was tied into numerous small braids, which were scattered behind the shoulders and in front of the chest. There were prismatic scales on the forehead that shone with a faint light. The man had a resolute and handsome face, and his eyebrows revealed a domineering aura that could not be ignored.

He was the strongest king who ruled the Nether Abyss, the head of the Nether Clan, King Dangyou!