1202 The Abyss... Massacre!

The Abyss was shrouded in a mist of blood all year long. Perhaps it was because of its landscape, the place looked eerie.

There was a race in the Abyss called the Abyssal Demons. They were a kind of extremely murderous and savage creatures. However, not all natives of the Abyss were Abyssal Demons. In the history of the Abyss, demons were the terrifying existence who ruled the place. They were the kings of the Abyss.

However, that had changed over time.

The Abyssal Demons had gradually disappeared. Some were hunted and killed by Nether Prison experts, and some died of old age in unknown corners of the Abyss.

The creatures in today's Abyss had some blood of the Abyssal Demon in them, which gave them quite a significant power.

After the Nether Prison invaded the Abyss, the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan had wantonly hunted Abyssal Demons. The main reason was that these demons were a superior-grade food ingredient, and many demons of the Saint Realm were Saint-grade immortal ingredients.

It was worth knowing that it was very difficult for a chef to look for an excellent food ingredient.

It was their misfortune that Abyssal Demons could be used as food. However, due to their slow reproduction, pure-blooded Abyssal Demons had been hunted almost to extinction. The natives in today's Abyss had human blood in them, so naturally, they couldn't become food. Therefore, it was a rather sad fact that Abyssal Demons had disappeared and only existed in history.

The Abyss was enveloped in darkness. Up above, there was a huge gap, where a huge shaft of light came slanting through. It was the only light source the Abyss had. Without it, the whole place would plunge into total darkness.

The bottom of the Abyss was some tens of thousands of meters below the surface. It would take a Little Saint a long flight to reach, and during the course, one would sense the unique sharp energy coming from the rock walls. The energy was so strong that even a Little Saint could hardly withstand it. Therefore, people usually traveled into the Abyss with transport arrays. 

… 

At the bottom of the Abyss, the Qilin Chef Feast was in full swing.

It was a rather laidback feast, without Chef's Challenges or battles. The way it was conducted was that different chefs would cook their special dishes and let others taste and comment. It was indeed a bizarre situation.

Ying Ya was a chef. He had stayed in the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan for many years and secretly learned many cooking skills, which allowed him to become a Qilin Chef.

This was a disgrace to the Nine Revolution Nether Chef Clan. Many Nether Chefs hated him so much and wished they could kill him to rid the shame.

Realm Lord Di Tai was invited to the Qilin Chef Feast, so he also cooked a dish. Unlike the dishes cooked by others, which were surrounded by black Nether energy, his dish was shrouded in immortal energy. However, he looked calm and didn't feel embarrassed at all. He kept a straight face even when others were laughing at him.

He was aware that these Nether Prison chefs were just traitors who walked out from the Immortal Cooking Realm. As the realm lord, he had his own pride. In fact, he was sneering in his mind. This Qilin Chef Feast was merely a formality to him. The most important thing was the Divine Chef's legacy. As long as he could obtain it, he would give them back a thousand times as much for their derision!

RUMBLE!

Just when the Qilin Chef Feast almost came to its end, a rumble echoed out. A terrible pressure descended and weighed down on everyone's body.

Realm Lord Di Tai felt his whole body tense up, and even his breathing seemed to have become a little difficult.

Ying Ya's face grew serious, while Liu Ya's eyes lit up.

"It's the Abyss's Great Judge..." Ying Ya took a deep breath and said.

At that moment, a figure with a dark look on his face slowly floated out from the depths of the Abyss. It was a man clad in a purple robe, with his hair tied into many tiny braids. He had a pair of pointed ears, which showed that he had the blood of the Abyssal Demon.

The aura emanating from the Great Judge was extremely terrifying. It made the people present feel a burst of depression.

Suddenly, a plume of Nether energy towered into the sky from the Qilin Chef Feast, accompanied by a loud rumble and a vast pressure mingled with a rolling Will of the Great Path. It was from a Great Saint of the Nether Prison. 

Many young experts of the Nether Prison had attended this Qilin Chef Feast. To guard against the people of the Abyss, the presence of a Nether Prison Great Saint was a must, lest they kill all the younger generation. 

The Great Judge's pressure and the Nether Prison Great Saint's pressure collided in the void, producing ripples that kept sweeping out in all directions and windstorms that blotted out the sky.

Before very long, the collision calmed down. The Great Judge's figure gradually disappeared, and the Nether Prison Great Saint vanished into the void.

The Qilin Chef Feast had reached its climax.

The feast didn't last for too long. After the dishes were finished and the great Nether Chefs exchanged their comments, everybody sat down cross-legged and closed their eyes to rest. They needed to start adjusting their forms so they could get the greatest benefits after entering the Divine Chef's remains.

The remains had attracted not only Nether Chefs but also many geniuses from the other eight clans in the Nether Prison. After all, all Divine Chefs had a Great Saint cultivation base, and the legacy of a Great Saint was always appealing.

After a long silence, the Great Judge appeared once again. This time, the Nether Prison Great Saint didn't show up. The Great Judge was here just to open the remains.

He glanced at the crowd with a pair of red eyes, then ripped a large gap in the void with a thought. Right after that, a powerful suction force came pouring out of the gap.

"The Divine Chef's remains have been opened. Enter now at your own risk." The Great Judge's cold voice rang through the void.

A greedy look crept up upon the faces of the experts who attended the Qilin Chef Feast before they all shot toward the huge gap like missiles.

Ying Ya and Liu Ya also soared into the sky and rushed into the gap excitedly.

Realm Lord Di Tai had a determined look in his eyes. He must obtain the Divine Chef's legacy. He would risk everything for the future of the Immortal Cooking Realm! 

BOOM!

Together with Meng Qi, he shot up like a missile and plunged into the gap as well.

Boom...

A loud rumble could be heard in the void as a Great Saint came flying over. He, too, wanted to go into the remains.

The Great Judge's eyes narrowed. Just as the Great Saint was about to step through the gap, he sealed it up.

"Oh?" The Nether Prison Great Saint looked at the Great Judge doubtfully. "Why did you do that?" he asked coldly. His voice boomed in the void.

The Great Judge didn't say anything. Suddenly, a hint of a smile emerged on his dark face. Then, a curved blood-red halberd appeared in his hand.

"Abyssal Demons enjoy delicious food and love to study them. You took us as ingredients, but we also regard you as a kind of delicious food... For Abyssal Demons, there is nothing more delicious than the meat of the Great Saint." The Judge stuck out his red tongue and licked his lips.

The Nether Prison Great Saint's hair stood on end instantly. "How dare you?!"

No sooner had his voice faded than the void blew apart, where an invisible hand reached out, slapping toward him.

The Great Saint felt a shock of cold as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar.

"The City Lord of Abyss City and the Great Judge... Are you trying to revolt?! The Nether Prison will not forgive you..."

BOOM!

He turned around and began fighting the two of them. For a moment, the Abyss turned into a battlefield.

...

The Divine Chef's remains was actually in the Abyss, just that it was in another corner.

As soon as the group of people, including Ying Ya, walked out from the gap, they sensed something amiss.

Liu Ya narrowed his eyes as a grave look crept up his serious face. He glanced around. His gaze seemed to look through everything and saw their essences.

They were in a valley surrounded by mountains. The atmosphere in the valley was extremely oppressive.

Liu Ya felt a little uneasy as he glanced around.

Suddenly, he heard sharp whistles, and when he looked up, he saw countless black spears raining down at them from the distant sky, aiming at all the experts in the valley.

"Incoming attack!" 

The people who had just stepped into the remains cried out at the top of their lungs and unleashed their cultivation bases.

However, there was a strange smell lingering in the air within the valley, which took away their strength to muster the energy in them.

Slash!

A black spear fell, pierced a Nine-star True Immortal Realm Nether Chef, and nailed him to the ground. His body withered at a rate visible to the naked eyes as the spear sucked away his soul.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

It was a long-planned massacre. As soon as these Nether Chefs stepped into the valley, they had fallen into the trap, and the slaughter officially started.

A Little Saint coughed blood and roared, his eyes filled with resentment as a spear nailed him to the ground. No matter how he tried, he could not unleash his cultivation base. 

Both Ying Ya and Liu Ya were struck dumb. They quickly realized that this was a massacre targeted at them. 

"Damn it! How dare the people of the Abyss do this to us?!" Ying Ya gritted his teeth. The smell in the valley drifted over and engulfed him. He felt that the surging Nether energy in him was completely sealed up. 

Above him, a glinting black spear fell, whistling down from the sky. It was aimed at his head, and he felt as if he was enveloped in the aura of death.

However, just when the spear was about to pierce him, Liu Ya jumped up into the air from beside him, grabbed the spear with one hand, and negated the terrible force in the weapon with pure muscle strength. 

The powerful force pushed him far across the ground.

"Let's go!"

Liu Ya looked up at Ying Ya. His hand that grabbed the spear was bleeding.

Ying Ya's eyes focused. Without hesitation, they ran toward the distance.

Naturally, it was impossible to wipe out this whole group of Nether Prison geniuses with just this trick alone. However, they had inhaled the special spice that the Great Judge had made, which could suppress Nether energy. For a short time, they could not use their Nether energy, and during this time, the law enforcers would hunt them down. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

From all around, law enforcers rushed out with long knives in their hands. Soon, the Nether Prison geniuses who had escaped the spears were beheaded by these law enforcers.

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Realm Lord Di Tai and City Lord Meng Qi were somewhat confused. The moment those spears appeared, they thought the people of the Nether Prison were trying to kill them. However, they quickly found that it was not the case.

The spears that blotted out the sky fell indiscriminately, killing one Nether Prison expert after another around them...

That made him and Meng Qi gasp, and as soon as they inhaled, their throats felt uncomfortable, making them cough.

Realm Lord Di Tai held up a hand and saw some faint black powder on his finger. He gave it a whiff, then said shockingly, "This smell... It's the spice made by grinding dried Soul Imprisoning Fruits! It can suppress Nether energy..."

It goes without saying that this was a massacre targeted at the Nether Prison experts. The Divine Chef's remains was actually the prelude to a massacre!

"Is the Abyss going to betray the Nether Prison? Killing these geniuses would offend the Nether Prison openly, and there would be no more room for peace! And once they failed, the whole Abyss would have to suffer under the wrath of the Nether Prison! This is a risky bet!" Realm Lord Di Tai sucked in a cold breath.

Meng Qi's face was unsightly as she glanced around. As someone from the Immortal Cooking Realm, they could still use their immortal energy, so the spears didn't kill them.

However...

"My lord, look around us... I don't think we can escape."

...

Meanwhile, on a mountaintop...

Bu Fang was clad in his Vermillion Chef Robe. A gust of wind blew over and ruffled his hair. 

A faint fragrance wafted through the air. He held up a hand and saw some pale gray powder on his fingers.

"A spice?" Bu Fang arched an eyebrow. Then, he looked down and saw a valley, which was shrouded in a deathly blood mist.

'So they are the target of those teams... It's a massacre targeted at the Nether Prison geniuses...'

He took a deep breath. 

Suddenly, he squinted at the top of the valley. There, he saw four figures in blood-red robes hovering in mid-air. His eyes immediately filled with fierce killing intent. 

"The four Judges... I've finally found you!"