Chapter 792: Consolidate Power

The Great Demon God Fa Ji was the strongest supporter behind Yuan Yi's invasion of the Nether Abyss.

As a World God and a high-ranking god in his own right, Fa Ji commanded all the Demon Race and Demon Gods within the bizarre mist. His status was second only to He Motian's.

Within the bizarre mist, Fa Ji was the strongest Demon God of them all and completely unmatched. Even Bai Zi understood clearly that she would stand a chance against him if they were in the Nether Abyss. Outside of it, given her current cultivation realm and her Soul Dao mastery, she wouldn't be able to suppress him at all.

Shockingly, Pang Jian effortlessly removed Fa Ji from the battlefield the moment he reappeared in the Nether Abyss, clearing away one of the greatest obstacles in an instant.

What exactly did he do?

Bai Zi couldn't fathom how someone with Fa Ji's power and prestige could change so quickly.

Would someone who could lead the Demon Race within the bizarre mist become so confused just because Pang Jian wore a black cloak?

Pang Jian was clearly the one who said it, so how did Fa Ji personally call it an order from Sovereign Demonheaven? Was Fa Ji truly so muddled that he couldn't even tell the two apart?

Fa Ji led the Demon Gods and many powerful Demon Race elites in a rapid retreat from the continents and fragmented lands of the Nether Abyss. In moments, the pressure on the Nether Race and its Nether Gods lessened dramatically.

There were plenty of unanswered questions, but the Demons' retreat was undeniable.

"Pang Jian..." From afar, Bai Zi gazed at that tall, upright figure. A strange light flickered in her clear eyes.

"The child born of Master and the World God of the Abyss. He may be young, but his potential is something that has never been seen before.

"He has the traits of both the Nether Race and the human race in the Abyss. He inherits the strengths of both parents and somehow bridges the strange divide between the two abysses.

"Honestly..." Bai Zi couldn't help but glance toward the battlefield where Long Di was clashing with the savage ancient ape, secretly comparing Long Di to Pang Jian in her mind.

To her, Long Di had always been the strongest figure in the Nether Abyss. He had ruled the Nether Abyss for ages, guiding the Nether Gods in extending their influence across all the abysses, and had made the Nether Abyss the most powerful abyss within the bizarre mist.

Yet there were still beings that had never truly acknowledged Long Di like Yuan Yi, the Great Demon God Fa Ji, or even the Rank Twelve Aberrant Spirit, the Rock Devourer.

After the savage ancient ape invaded the Nether Abyss with many formidable beings from the bizarre mist, Long Di was gradually losing the upper hand.

Was Long Di's precarious situation due to Pang Jian siphoning away part of the Nether Abyss's strength? Or was it possible that Long Di had never been a match for Yuan Yi of the Fey Race in the first place?

Bai Zi took advantage of the lull in battle to ponder quietly.

Why did Long Di spend so many years hidden away in the Nether Abyss, lurking within the depths of the bizarre mist rather than soaring through the starry skies above? Did he simply lack the confidence to do so?

Had she never witnessed Pang Jian's strength, she might have continued to believe that Long Di was the most exceptional figure of the Nether Race, without equal. She wasn't so sure now.

In the depths of the blood-colored tide surrounding Pang Jian, bolts of lightning exploded outward, shattering the oppressive divine power capable of suppressing flesh-and-blood beings within the bizarre mist.

Spheres of golden lightning and silver, blue, crimson, green, and violet streaks of lightning arced in all directions, sending shockwaves rippling through the blood-colored tide.

Lightning and thunder coalesced into a raging storm, brimming with a destructive force that threatened to annihilate all things.

Countless crystal bloodline chains, rays of faint light, arcs of lightning, and Dao Seals were obliterated by the terrifying surge of lightning unleashed through the Thunder Pool.

In the void behind Pang Jian, a resplendent starry expanse burst into view, its brilliance stretching wide and boundless.

Within that radiant starry expanse were countless starry rivers, each pulsing with a different aura. Deep within them, shadowy chasms connected to real Demon Realms, spewing forth vast waves of demonic energy.

A black cloak billowed around Pang Jian, rippling with demonic light. One by one, characters lit up in blood-red, revealing the towering figures of mighty Demon Gods.

"Yuan Yi!" Pang Jian called out in a low voice as a radiant starry expanse unfolded around his demonic cloak. Manifestations of Demon Gods at his side as he soared toward the battlefield where Long Di battled the savage ancient ape.

At that moment, all eyes turned to him. Bai Zi, the surviving Nether Gods, and the invading Outer Gods across various continents and fragmented lands, all lifted their heads, watching as the dazzling starry expanse gulfed the skies.

"Who's that?"

"I think he's the one our leader invited... a human named Pang Jian?"

"Strange, the aura coming from him feels oddly familiar..."

"He—he must be one of us, part of the Nether Race!"

"I truly hope this calamity will come to an end. We don't want to be wiped out or for the Nether Abyss to fall."

"Long Di will achieve ultimate victory! The Nether Abyss will endure forever!"

Countless strands of will and thought poured into Pang Jian's mind like a torrential rainstorm.

The hopes, desires, and fears of every warrior of the Nether Race, every Nether God, and every being with even the slightest link to the Soulstream reverberated within his mind.

So many voices and intents were built into a wave that erupted with a force that would shatter any normal person's mind.

Faced with the overwhelming prayers and desires of countless followers, even a divine being's mind would slip into chaos.

But Pang Jian's will stood firm, like a boulder unshaken and unmoved after ten thousand years of wind and rain.

Refine their thoughts and use them as my strength.

Pang Jian silently murmured in his heart.

With the insights into the soul he had comprehended from the Soulstream, Pang Jian began to weave those scattered thoughts into order, drawing the full spectrum of joy, anger, sorrow, and desire. Within his mind, the countless voices that had once poured down like a torrential rain amalgamated into a single, dreamlike sea.

The sea was thick and hazy gray, churning with turbulent emotions and complex thoughts. It bore a certain resemblance to the bizarre mist beyond the abysses, yet it was entirely forged from the desires and thoughts dwelling in the hearts of the Nether Rae warriors and Nether Gods.

Positive emotions, dark desires, fear, and stray thoughts had condensed into the form of a sea.

The soul-related techniques known to the Nether and Ghost Races, along with the Demon Race's mastery over emotions and desires, began to fuse and take shape within Pang Jian.

Beyond the physical body and worldly energies, Pang Jian's mastery over soul-related techniques had advanced by leaps and bounds.

"Sovereign Luo and the Black Empyrean Phoenix pursued the Daos of natural forces. But you, Yuan Yi, your Dao is one of control, one that seeks dominance over beings of flesh and blood.

"Now, I will counter you through the soul. Anything with a soul is within my grasp."

With the starry expanse floating behind him, Pang Jian infused Ghostflare, the divine artifact that once belonged to You Kui, with a soul-related technique. It locked onto and began to attack the ancient ape's sea of consciousness.

Unfortunately, Ghostflare couldn't withstand the force of Pang Jian's technique. It began fracturing the moment Pang Jian used it to locate the ancient ape's sea of consciousness.

Just before the artifact was destroyed, Pang Jian successfully implanted his most powerful soul-related technique directly into the ancient ape's sea of consciousness!