Worldwide Simulation Era

The zombies suffered heavy casualties.

Instantly, hundreds of thousands of zombies turned into powder because of the statue's attack.

The Son of the Netherworld's aura dropped a little.

The Immortal Puppet grinned. Its statue wriggled and suddenly exploded. Eight tentacles tainted with evil Qi were wriggling.

The scales of the eight tentacles spread open, and each of the giant scales turned into a blade that shone with a cold light. The tentacles moved along with the long blade.

Instantly, over a million zombies were killed or injured on the battlefield.

Whether it was the tentacles or the long blade were all gushing out evil energy.

It made the zombies unable to regenerate.

"Puchi!"

One after another, the zombies were like fruits that had been smashed, emitting muffled sounds.

The Immortal Puppet continued to kill the zombies tirelessly. Its statue could kill a million zombies in one second.

It was ten million in a minute and a hundred million in ten minutes!

The horrifying speed of the massacre made the Son of the Netherworld's scalp go numb.

"I can't let this damn thing continue to kill my zombies!"

The Son of the Netherworld's heart ached at the loss of one billion zombies.

He controlled the zombies to retreat, opened his arms, and suddenly roared.

In the sky, a melodious dragon's roar resounded through the clouds. The earth trembled, and space shattered inch by inch.

Then, a ten-thousand-meter-long corpse dragon emitting a faint green light could be seen in the clouds.

The corpse dragon's body was huge and surrounded by a dense aura of death and resentment. The aura of decay fell, and everything it touched was covered in a layer of gray.

"Kill!"

The Son of the Netherworld pressed down with his palm, and the dragon attacked the Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet's expression didn't change. Its statue turned around and swung its long saber over. Eight tentacles wrapped around the dragon's body, and they started to fight.

Not long after, the corpse dragon was crushed by the statue into corpse energy that stained the sky.

The Immortal Puppet chuckled. "I'm a Celestial, and you... are merely an ant."

The battle strength of the Immortal Puppet soared. It turned into a ferocious killing machine and massacred the zombies everywhere.

The Son of the Netherworld tried his best to block it.

Unfortunately, the aftermath of a battle between experts at this level could kill a God-level expert.

Since the Immortal Puppet took the initiative to kill the zombies, the zombies naturally had nowhere to hide.

After more than three hours of the massacre, only ten billion zombies were left.

The Son of the Netherworld's expression was hideous. He controlled another corpse dragon and left irreversible wounds on the Immortal Puppet.

The battle between the two was earth-shattering.

The entire demon imperial city had been flattened.

The mountains within a hundred-mile radius were blasted into piles of rocks, and foundation rocks were exposed.

Wherever the two passed, the lives around them withered. The sky and earth became dark and pale.

The rivers and lakes were polluted, and all the life force within them dissipated, instantly turning into a pool of stagnant water.

The demon imperial city was turned upside down. Countless lives fell and scattered.

The cries of the zombies spread across the sky, filled with an endless aura of death.

The battle became more intense.

The Immortal Puppet resisted the Son of the Netherworld's attack while killing the zombies, and the Son of the Netherworld was trying his best to destroy the Immortal Puppet.

After all, if he didn't kill the Immortal Puppet before, he would definitely die.

The battle had reached its climax. Both sides were fighting with their lives on the line.

The Son of the Netherworld's aura was steadily decreasing while the Immortal Puppet's body was riddled with injuries, and the energy circulating in its body started to become chaotic.

The two of them fought madly.

Although each had their losses, they maintained a 50-50 split.

However, the Son of the Netherworld's heart ached even more.

He only had ten billion zombies left, and the number was still decreasing!

The weakening caused the Son of the Netherworld's heart to ache. In his eyes, flames of anger burned fiercely!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! I've already paid the price of twenty billion zombies! I have to turn this thing into mine. Only then will it be worthy!"

The Son of the Netherworld's eyes sharpened, and he clashed with the Immortal Puppet.

The battle became even more vicious!

More and more zombies were destroyed, and the losses were in the hundreds of millions.

However, the demonic aura on the Immortal Puppet also gradually reached the point where it was on the verge of collapse.

Without a doubt, the Immortal Puppet was starting to run out of fuel!

The Son of the Netherworld's face was smug with cruelty.

In this battle, almost all of his thirty billion zombies were lost.

But luckily, he could obtain the Immortal Puppet.

If he obtained it, he might be able to comprehend a higher level of the Corpse Puppet Imprint refinement technique!

Overall, it was a small loss.

But from a certain point of view, it was also a bloody gain!

"It's time to end this!" The Son of the Netherworld opened his palm.

Thousands of corpse energy dragons rushed out from the ground.

"This is the final elegy of the thirty billion zombies. Die completely and become my zombie!"

The Son of the Netherworld gritted his teeth.

The corpse energy dragons crashed into the Immortal Puppet from all directions.

The Immortal Puppet was sent flying like a flying target.

After a thousand hits, its consciousness was destroyed. It was completely corroded by the corpse energy.

"You're finally dead! You damned thing, costing me thirty billion zombies..."

The Son of the Netherworld gritted his teeth and panted heavily.

He looked back at the scene and still had lingering pain in his heart.

That was thirty billion demonic zombies! But now, he only had ten million left!

The Son of the Netherworld felt a pang of pain in his heart.

However, although he suffered heavy losses in this battle and only experienced the power up from thirty billion zombies for a few hours, it wasn't bad to obtain an Immortal Puppet!

One had to know that the Immortal Puppet was a genuine immortal's molt!

Its value was already far beyond those miscellaneous soldiers!

Perhaps he could comprehend a higher level Corpse Puppet Imprint!

Moreover, as long as he refined the Immortal Puppet, the benefits it would bring wouldn't be any less than the amplification of thirty billion zombies.

The Son of the Netherworld could even use the Immortal Puppet to spy on the secret of becoming a Celestial!

With this thought in mind, the Son of the Netherworld laughed maniacally.

"After obtaining this immortal body, I will definitely become more invincible!"

The Son of the Netherworld's laughter resounded through the sky.

Two hundred miles away, the Demon Emperor and the high-ranked demons taking refuge were all shocked.

Was he still a human?

Even the Celestial that the demon race summoned had been destroyed by the Son of the Netherworld!

He was too fierce!

Who in the world could stop that human?

At this moment, even the demon race felt despair.

However, dense lightning threads suddenly appeared around the Immortal Puppet. The lightning threads seemed to have weaved a golden jade garment around it.

The threads emitted a dense aura of destruction and annihilation.

Clang!

In an instant, the threads tensed up, turning into sharp blades, and slashed at the Immortal Puppet.

The Immortal Puppet instantly shattered and was reduced to dust.

All of this happened too quickly in a split second.

Before the Son of the Netherworld could react, the Immortal Puppet had disappeared completely.

The smile on the Son of the Netherworld's face suddenly froze.

"Who! Who is it?!"

The Son of the Netherworld burst into a rage. He looked at the Immortal Puppet that had turned into ashes. His eyes were blood-red, and bloodlines spread out from his eyeballs and covered his face.

"Who is it?! Get out here! F*ck you! Hiding in the dark and sneaking around? What kind of man are you?"

The Son of the Netherworld's chest rose and fell.

A corpse dragon soared into the sky and roared.

Seeing this, a young man slowly appeared.

His tall figure, handsome face, cold facial features, and calm temperament looked at the Son of the Netherworld indifferently.

Without a doubt, the one who made a move just now was Lin Qiye.

The Immortal Puppet couldn't fall into the Son of the Netherworld's hands.

Therefore, Lin Qiye made a bold move to annihilate the heavily wounded Immortal Puppet.

"It's me."

"The Son of the Netherworld, right? We fought once in Jiang City. It is the second time."

Lin Qiye's lips curled up into a faint smile.

"How did you enjoy the power-up brought by thirty billion zombies? Did you like it? Was it comfortable? Do you feel insufferably arrogant?"

Lin Qiye smiled. "Can you perform a little more?"

"You know... When you stood in the air, spreading out your arms, and shouting, 'Between heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one.'"

Lin Qiye's smile was infuriating.

The expression of the Son of the Netherworld instantly darkened.

"Are you mocking me?!"

The Son of the Netherworld was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His mood instantly turned violent.

"No, I just want to see you perform again."

Lin Qiye shook his head.