Chapter 1322: Chapter 1322

Owen Bertram knitted his brows, took out an identical spiritual pill, and crushed it, scattering the pieces with a toss of hands. As the remnants of the spiritual pill fell into the thick fog below, the fog swirled around them, revealing the countless Demon Sacrifice Beasts clamoring to devour the pieces. The fragments were swiftly consumed by the beasts, and those who had gulped them down grew increasingly impatient. More and more Demon Sacrifice Beasts began to linger around the area lit by the six radiating golden lines.

"Indeed, those lower-tier demon beasts do prefer spiritual pills."

Soon enough, a Demon Sacrifice Beast impatiently pounced out of the fog aiming for a spiritual pill and as if stirred by a chain reaction, other beasts followed suit. Soon six spiritual pills had hooked in six Demon Sacrifice Beasts.

Bound by the golden radiance, the Demon Sacrifice Beasts struggled and roared in their attempts to break free while baring their teeth at Owen Bertram up on the cliff. Owen Bertram nodded, "Baiting really is the secret to a good catch."

Owen Bertram paid no more heed to the dense fog below. With a wave of his hand, he applied a burst of energy, locking onto one Demon Sacrifice Beast. It was hard to precisely define these beings. There was a vortex of power within them, condensing a force of death. Yet, they were different from ordinary ghosts or zombies. Their force of death resonated with feelings of trance, loss, and oblivion, able to transform any living being into a particular undead creature devoid of self-consciousness upon touch.

With a flick of his hand, a commander’s token appeared. He laid it on one of the Demon Sacrifice Beasts. The struggling beast suddenly fell silent, its brittle, withered body softened until it collapsed lifelessly on the ground. Owen Bertram sensed the unique force of death within the beast being absorbed by the commander’s token. A patch of burning radiance floated out of the beast’s body and everything soon turned into nothingness.

"So that’s what the King of Temporal Conquest is after: this power of death. To become a divine follower, one must offer a Demon Sacrifice Beast. However, we can’t be sure whether the King of Temporal Conquest needs this force to create divine followers or if he just needs it for himself."

The commander’s token in Owen Bertram’s hand constantly hit the five remaining Beast Demons, which all turned into nothingness. The unique power of death began amassing within the Commander’s Token eventually forming a thin strand. Considering a moment, Owen Bertram called over his brother and said, "Brother, lend me your whisker."

His elder brother had been asleep and was rather irritated to be disturbed. Nevertheless, he extended a whisker. Owen Bertram wrapped the Commander’s Token around the whisker and tossed it into the dense fog below. Elder Brother manipulated the whisker while Brother continued sleeping. The situation somewhat mimicked a man fiddling with a sleeping dog’s tail and the dog continuing to sleep regardless.

With Brother’s whisker as a protective measure, Owen felt assured to lower the Commander’s Token into the fog. The Token darted back and forth in the fog, instantly annihilating dozens of Demon Sacrifice Beasts with a series of thwacks.

The power of death within the Commander’s Token kept growing stronger. After eliminating a hundred Demon Sacrifice Beasts, it finally solidified into a tiny stream within the Token. The Token vibrated slightly, and the second rune appeared, shaped like a winding, flowing river.

Simultaneously, in the Miniature Underworld, a sudden roaring sound of water echoed. The King of Souls had just created his second mini-world and was basking in the congratulations of others when everyone started looking around in astonishment.

The Corpse River gifted by Ghostly Ted had always been in the Miniature Underworld. Despite its high level, however, it was never assimilated until now. Suddenly, it descended, wrapping itself around the Miniature Underworld and integrating completely with the world. The river water brimmed with a sense of loss and obscurity, its every sip promised complete oblivion of past lives!

Upon seeing this, the King of Souls, trembled with excitement. "It’s the Honored Lord! He has transformed the Corpse River into the River of Forgetfulness! The Miniature Underworld is now more complete..."

Owen Bertram retracted the Commander’s Token. Though he didn’t fully understand the new rune, he knew it must correlate with the changes in the Miniature Underworld. "I’ll have a look when I get back."

The ethereal fog beneath the cliff grew more turbulent. This place was originally the Divine Fall Abyss, where the fourth generation Dragon King and a chosen one of the Human Race were buried. Thousands of years later, why did it become a birthplace for Demon Sacrifice Beasts?

Owen Bertram was somewhat uncertain; should he venture down to take a look? He had a vague premonition that if the fog were to break over the cliff, a terrifying catastrophe could ensue.

Owen Bertram summoned Jason Gourd. The beams from Thousand Doors Eye swept downwards in an attempt to see through the dense fog, but even the usually versatile Thousand Doors Eye was refracted away at the surface of the fog, unable to penetrate it.

"This place is truly extraordinary," Owen Bertram muttered to himself. After retracting Jason Gourd, he summoned the Mechanical Dao Soldiers.

Four mechanical spider arms sprang out from the Mechanical Dao Soldier’s back who wielded a Tier-6 Ancient Sword in its hand. Despite being equipped with Tier-6 Magical Instruments, the Mechanical Dao Soldiers no longer suited Owen Bertram’s needs. Their power was too weak against his current enemies.

Upon Owen Bertram’s signal, the Mechanical Dao Soldiers leaped off the cliff. Mechanical spider arms latched onto the cliff face. Skittering quickly down the rock face, the Mechanical Dao Soldier disappeared into the thick fog below.

The fog was highly corrosive. The Mechanical Dao Soldier’s joints immediately became rigid. At the command of Owen Bertram’s thoughts, it clambered back up. Owen Bertram’s hands moved at rapid speed, weaving an array for its protection.