Necropolis Immortal

the same as you,” answered Yun Zhongzi.
“But we might stand a chance thanks to the withered wood!” He looked at Lu Yun.
“The resentment of an entire epoch and the original Hongmeng lurks within the wood.
You can use it against him.”

Lu Yun shook his head.
“I don’t know how to use it, and this thing’s too uncanny.
If I don’t get things right, it might eat you and the Blood Sovereign instead.”

Those around him had been cursed to death thirty-three times already.
Lu Yun didn’t want the withered wood to succeed yet another time.

“How did the Fog Sovereign die?” he asked the Blood Sovereign.

“Someone… crushed him to death,” answered the Blood Sovereign despite not wanting to review the moment.
“Not only him, but the same happened to me, the Corpse Sovereign, and Shadow Sovereign.”

“Well, I can’t do that, so it has to be a head-on fight.” Lu Yun had wanted to use the sovereign’s cause of death against him, but when a single hand had ended the sovereign’s life?

That meant a display of overwhelming strength, something that Lu Yun didn’t command.
His only recourse was to find the one who’d killed the Fog Sovereign, but that person would likely also kill Lu Yun as soon as he appeared.

He’d been the enemy and murderer of the original emperor, which also made him Lu Yun’s enemy.

“I think I can continue setting up layouts and slowly erode the Fog Sovereign’s… eh? Eh? EH??” Yun Zhongzi trailed off with incredulity.

Thirty-six golden armored warriors had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Sparkling with aureate radiance, they all rivaled Lu Yun—Nihil World Sovereigns! Without further ado, they charged into the fog with loud war cries.

The Blood Sovereign shrugged nonchalantly.
He’d spent some time by Lu Yun’s side and was used to seeing the bean soldiers method.

Thirty-six golden warriors were annihilated the moment they rushed into the gray fog.
Lu Yun threw thirty-six soybeans to the ground again and summoned another thirty-six warriors, who charged forward in the same fashion.

The same sequence of events occurred again.

And again, and again, and again…

Since all six hellfires were gathered in his body, Lu Yun’s death arts were operating at their highest levels.
He was able to summon golden-armored warriors without pause, so long as the soybeans remained in his hands.

Wave after wave of fearless warriors rushed into the fog, gradually increasing their duration of survival before returning to the void.
Finally, sounds of fighting traveled out of the fog.

“It’s time!” Lu Yun stretched out his right hand and splayed his fingers.
Bolts of black lightning danced on his palm—the thunder tribulation that he’d collected from the Thunderstruck Wood, thereby turning it into a section of withered wood. 

Though a large portion of the heavenly lightning had dissipated and a majority negated when it attacked Lu Yun, he still retained a decent portion in the form of a thunder bead circulating around his nascent spirit.
This was his trump card and the source of his confidence in traveling through the fourth realm.

He deployed Thunder Palmstrike and transformed the bead back into lightning, directing it as a stream into the gray fog.

“Roar!!” An enormous human face slowly floated out of the fog and snarled with outrage.
“How dare you betray the emperor, Blood Sovereign!”

It opened its mouth and released a pillar of gray air at the sovereign.

“If the emperor was here, he would not stop us from entering the tomb to recover the seal.” The Blood Sovereign remained unmoved and summoned a ball of white flame with a wave—Hadal Bonefire.