Kingdom of Light: I, the strongest super beast manufacturer

Chapter 347 If I can’t kill you, there are other ways to deal with you.

Tartarus's heart was as dark and clear as the deep night sky, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes shone with unquestionable confidence.

He knew very well that to Lin Chen, the underworld was like an invisible net, binding every action of the outsider.

Lin Chen, a well-known strong man in the outside world, did not dare to show off his talents easily here, because the rules of the underworld were like a natural chasm, limiting his power.

Tartarus knew very well that once he took action in the underworld, the balance would completely tilt in his favor.

In this land of the dead, his power can be increased to an unprecedented extent. Every time he swings the scepter, he can set off waves of power that shake the entire underworld.

In comparison, although Lin Chen was strong, he was like a beast bound by chains, unable to display his true strength.

Under this situation, the battle almost became a one-sided suppression. As long as Tartarus remained standing, the dawn of victory would always shine on his side.

In the underworld, death is just a forgotten concept, where the soul is neither immortal nor extinct, and fighting becomes an eternal cyclical dance with no end unless one party voluntarily gives up or is expelled.

For both parties with immortal souls, energy consumption is no longer a problem. The dark abyss of the underworld is like an endless energy mine, continuously providing them with power, allowing the battle to continue until the end of time.

Therefore, Tartarus's strategy seemed particularly simple but deadly - just like a hunting leopard, patiently entangle and encircle it, preventing Lin Chen from finding any chance to escape the underworld.

In this vast and mysterious land, every shadow and every echo seems to serve Tartarus, becoming an invisible wall blocking Linchen's freedom.

As long as this can be ensured, Tartarus can almost foresee that the fruits of victory will fall firmly into his hands, just like the water of the Styx will eventually merge into the endless dark abyss, irreversible.

However, Lin Chen did not have the slightest thought of fighting with the opponent.

His original intention was just to visit this place to search for and collect the souls of monsters scattered everywhere that contained strange powers.

It so happened that during this journey, he unexpectedly heard the ancient legend about the source of the River Styx. It was a secret wrapped in fog, which attracted countless explorers to long for it but daunted them.

Lin Chen's heart was inexplicably filled with curiosity to explore the unknown, and he decided to follow this glimmer of light, go deep into the dark place, and uncover the mysterious veil.

At this moment, the unexpected encounter with Tartarus seemed like a chess game inadvertently laid out by the hand of fate.

This incident made Lin Chen realize that in this deep underworld, it seemed that he could not move easily for the time being.

Once you step into the many gates of the underworld, it is difficult to turn around and leave, let alone have an intersection with a powerful being like Tartarus.

He knew very well that if he wanted to continue moving forward in this underworld, or return to the human world one day, the first thing he needed to do was to resolve the hidden dangers posed by Tartarus.

Lin Chen knew what this guy's character was like. If he ignored him, Tartarus would be able to break through the shackles of the underworld and bring chaos and fear into the world with his own powerful power.

At that time, I guess I will have to start implementing my kingdom plan again.

Lin Chen was really too lazy to deal with him again.

There is finally a force missing from the universe, and it is naturally impossible for him to reappear now.

"It seems that only in the dark and deep underworld can you completely end your existence." Lin Chen's voice was like ice cracks, revealing unquestionable determination every word.

"Oh? How do you plan to achieve this wish? Here, in the endless abyss of the underworld, death has long lost its fangs to me."

The figure opposite raised a sneer on his lips and asked disdainfully, as if death had become a distant and insignificant concept to him.

"Even if you devote all your energy and use those ultimate skills that can eclipse the stars, it will only leave some insignificant traces on my indomitable will."

There was a trace of provocation in his words, as if Lin Chen's fierce attacks in the countless past confrontations only increased the battle scars on his pride.

"You might as well tell you that even if I can only give you a light punch every time, please don't forget that a drop of water will penetrate a stone, and if accumulated, even the strongest barrier will be turned into powder. Your end is nothing but An inevitable outcome of my long-term patience.”

Tartarus's tone was filled with overwhelming pride, which was his only and most critical advantage at the moment.

After all, for Yabo people like Lin Chen, death is not the real end.

Once their bodies perish, their souls will break free and travel across the vast universe, looking for opportunities to be reborn.

For them, the threshold of the underworld is unattainable and an insurmountable chasm.

Therefore, no matter how powerful he was, he, Tartarus, could not be pushed to a desperate situation in this land of death.

Not being able to enter the underworld means that all of Lin Chen's strength and strategies will be greatly reduced, and it will be difficult to exert its due power and pose a substantial threat to Tartarus.

In this realm woven by death, the scales of victory seem to be quietly tilted towards the figure standing proudly on the bank of the River Styx.

"Hey, who says I have to rely on violence to defeat you?"

A playful smile appeared on Lin Chen's lips.

He slowly opened his palm, and in his palm lay a crystal clear bead that exuded a warm green light.

The surface of the green beads is full of subtle fluctuations of life, just like dewdrops on young leaves in early spring, full of freshness and hope.

For most living beings, this kind of breath of life is undoubtedly the rain sent from heaven, which can nourish the body and heal the pain. It can be called a peerless elixir.

However, when this majestic life force encounters those illusory souls, it shows a completely different side.

It is no longer a warm embrace, but has turned into an invisible shackles, tightly binding every wandering soul.

Under the influence of this breath, the nearby ghosts seemed to feel unprecedented oppression. Their already blurry figures became even more trembling, as if their throats were being strangled by invisible hands, and even the slightest struggle seemed futile.

Fear, an indescribable deep fear, quietly spreads among these disembodied souls.

Their eyes - if they can still be called eyes - flashed with panic and helplessness. Even the ghosts who were once arrogant and domineering were now left with endless trembling and flinching.

Lin Chen's eyes coldly swept over these frightened ghosts, and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper.