Tower: Rebirth of the Absolute Demon-Chapter 70: Ch : The God of Death, Appears.

"Senior brother... except for that bitch standing right in front of you... the one shining the brightest... do whatever you want with the rest of them."

Ye Zhao’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Understood, junior brother."

Ye Zhao tightened his grip on his blade, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

The gods took a collective step back, their confidence shattered.

Ye Zhao, now empowered by the strength of the 11th Circle, was an unstoppable force.

And for the first time in centuries, he allowed himself a moment of indulgence.

"Finally" he murmured, raising his sword.

"It’s time to settle the score."

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It was time for Ye Zhao to show the gods why he was once feared as the Sword Demon.

With a single step forward, his figure disappeared, leaving a thunderous gust of wind in his wake.

In the blink of an eye, he reappeared above the battlefield, high in the sky, surveying the chaos below.

Ye Zhao’s emerald eyes gleamed as he raised both arms, stretching them outward like a conductor about to unleash a grand symphony of destruction.

Dark mana, vile and unrelenting, began pouring out of his undead form.

It wasn’t just energy... it was a force that carried malice.

This wasn’t divine mana, pure and radiant, that they so proudly wielded.

This was its antithesis.

This was the raw, unbridled power of an undead being unshackled from mortal limitations.

The dark mana spiraled outward, forming a vortex that surrounded Ye Zhao.

The swirling energy bent the light around him, and soon the vortex condensed into a singular, terrifying manifestation.

Seven enormous swords materialized, their hilts orbiting around Ye Zhao’s head like a halo.

Each blade radiated a sinister aura, their edges gleaming with an unholy brilliance.

The gods below could do nothing but stare, their confidence cracking as they bore witness to the image of Ye Zhao... a being that looked more like a deity of death than the undead they had mocked moments before.

But Ye Zhao wasn’t finished.

The seven swords multiplied, one after another.

The air trembled as dozens became hundreds, and hundreds became thousands. In mere moments, the skies above were blanketed with countless blades forged from pure dark mana.

The sheer number of swords blocked out the sun, plunging the battlefield into an eerie twilight.

Ye Zhao’s emerald eyes shimmered, the glow intensifying as streaks of green lightning flickered around his pupils.

His gaze pierced through the heavens, locking onto each and every god present.

"What... what is this madness?" one god stammered, his voice cracking with fear.

Another deity, his golden armor glinting faintly under the shadow of the swords, began to step back.

"This... this power... it’s impossible! We have to retreat! We must—"

But before he could finish, an invisible force stopped him.

It wasn’t Ye Zhao.

No, the force that bound the gods in place came from below.

Ye Tian stood at the heart of the battlefield, his body radiating an uncontrollable surge of mana.

Unlike Ye Zhao’s dark energy, Ye Tian’s mana was pure chaos... wild, untamed, and unrelenting.

Unconsciously, Ye Tian had released his control over his mana, allowing it to expand and saturate the area.

The space itself seemed to bend under the weight of his power, creating an invisible barrier that encased the battlefield.

The gods were intruders in this domain, and Ye Tian’s mana recognized them as such.

It bound them in place, restricting their movements and suppressing their divine strength.

"What... what is this power?" a goddess whispered, her golden light dimming as she struggled to move.

Ye Zhao glanced down, sensing the invisible restraints holding the gods in place.

He didn’t understand the exact mechanics, but he didn’t need to.

All that mattered was that they couldn’t escape.

"Perfect" Ye Zhao muttered, his voice cold and detached.

Raising his left hand, he scanned the battlefield, his gaze darting from one god to another.

He was memorizing their positions, marking them for annihilation.

"Let the judgment begin" he whispered.

With a single motion, he swung his arm downward.

The countless swords hanging in the sky trembled for a brief moment before descending like a storm of meteors.

The air split with a deafening roar as the swords fell.

Their speed was unimaginable, faster than the eye could follow.

The force of their descent created shockwaves that tore through the atmosphere, shaking the very ground below.

Ye Zhao remained suspended in the air, the seven original swords still orbiting around his head like a crown of destruction.

His hair and robes fluttered violently in the wind, yet his expression remained calm, almost serene.

The gods, however, were anything but calm.

The first wave of swords struck, piercing through divine flesh and spilling golden blood across the battlefield.

A god in shimmering silver armor screamed as five blades impaled him simultaneously, his body collapsing into a lifeless heap.

Another deity tried to raise a barrier, his trembling hands weaving intricate patterns of golden light.

But the barrier shattered under the sheer force of the descending swords, and he was cut down moments later.

One by one, the gods fell, their divine forms crumbling into golden dust.

But amidst the carnage, one figure remained untouched.

The goddess.

The one who had tried to enslave Ye Tian.

Her body radiated a golden light, brighter than any of her fallen comrades.

Yet, despite her radiant aura, her face betrayed pure, unadulterated fear.

She watched in horror as her allies were torn apart, their screams echoing in her ears.

Her knees gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling.

"This... this can’t be happening" she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

The battlefield grew silent as the last of the gods dissipated into nothingness.

All that remained were Ye Zhao, Ye Tian, the terrified goddess, and the unconscious mortals lying at Ye Tian’s feet.

Ye Zhao descended slowly, his swords dissipating into the air as he landed on the blood-soaked ground.

His eyes locked onto the goddess as he spoke.

"Brother" he said, his voice calm but menacing.

"What should I do with her?"

The goddess flinched, her body shaking as she looked up at Ye Tian.

Ye Tian stepped forward, his dark eyes narrowing as he regarded the goddess.

"Leave her to me" he said simply.

Ye Zhao nodded, stepping back without a word.

The goddess felt a hand on her shoulder and froze.

Slowly, she turned her head and saw Ye Tian standing beside her.

For a brief moment, she felt hope.

His eyes had returned to their normal dark color, and the tips of his hair had turned whitish, giving him an almost angelic appearance.

"Please" she whimpered, clasping her hands together.

"Spare me... I’ll do anything. Just please... spare me! Spare me! Please! Spare me!"

Ye Tian’s expression remained blank as he listened to her desperate pleas.

But as her voice grew louder, more frantic, his patience wore thin.

His eyes flashed red as his aura flared, sending a wave of energy rippling through the air.

"Shut your damn fucking mouth!" he snarled, his voice laced with venom.

The goddess whimpered, shrinking back as tears streamed down her face.

"Spare you?" Ye Tian repeated, his tone mocking.

"Alright, I’ll spare you... on one condition."

The goddess’s eyes widened with hope.

"Anything! I’ll do anything!"

"How do I summon the God of Death?" Ye Tian asked in a cold and commanding voice.

The goddess hesitated, her lips trembling. She knew the answer, but fear held her tongue.

Finally, she stammered...

"Th-the God of Death... has gone to another dimension. He... he won’t return for another 29 years."

Ye Tian’s expression darkened.

Without warning, he disappeared.

The goddess gasped as she felt something pierce her chest from behind.

Blood gushed from her mouth as she looked down, seeing Ye Tian’s hand protruding through her chest.

His voice came from behind her, cold and unforgiving.

"Isn’t this how you told the God of Shadows to kill my senior brother?"

As her body collapsed, Ye Tian knelt beside her, his hand glowing with dark mana.

"I’m not done yet" he said, pressing his palm against her forehead.

His mana surged into her body, corrupting her from within.

"You wanted to enslave me? To harm those close to me? Pathetic."

The goddess screamed as her body began to dissolve, her golden light fading into nothingness.

Ye Tian stood, clapping his hands together as her form shattered.

"All that remains..." he said, reaching for the crystal left behind...

"is to make good use of this."

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{A/N} - Mass Release—20 chaps— on the 13th of this month. ^-^

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