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"This...this is impossible!" The Witch King's voice was full of despair. He stepped back trembling, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Retreat!" He waved to Wu Tao, the elders, deacons and the followers who were watching the battle on the side, signaling them to flee from here quickly.

However, how could Mo Beixuan give him a chance to escape? He flashed and appeared in front of the Witch King, his sword across his face, and said coldly, "Today, you have nowhere to escape."

"Damn it! In that case, even if I die, I will die with you!" The Witch King roared hysterically, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

He quickly pulled out an ancient and eerie black token from his possession. The token was intricately carved with a dark totem, emitting a frightening aura. The Witch King gripped the token tightly in both hands, and a black aura surged from his body, his entire aura becoming incredibly violent and distorted.

"The Twelve Generals of the Underworld, obey my command and show up to help me!" The Witch King raised the token high and then crushed it.

Puff-!

The Witch King spat out a mouthful of blood. This was the huge price he paid for summoning the Twelve Generals of the Underworld, but his eyes flashed with madness and determination.

As the Witch King's token shattered, the depths of the Netherworld Purgatory seemed to be awakened by some ancient and powerful force. A low and long roar came from all directions, shaking the entire space.

Immediately afterwards, twelve figures slowly condensed out from nothingness. They had different shapes, some were as huge as behemoths, and some were as light as ghosts, but all of them exuded a strong aura of the underworld, with bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

"Twelve Generals of the Netherworld, kill him for me!" The Witch King pointed at Mo Beixuan, his voice hoarse with anger and despair.

The Twelve Netherworld Generals received the order and let out deafening roars. They suddenly jumped up and turned into black lightning, rushing towards Mo Beixuan from different directions.

Facing the sudden appearance of the Twelve Generals of the Netherworld, Mo Beixuan's eyes did not panic at all, but instead became more determined and profound.

"Finally, have you come up with something decent? But it's still in vain." Mo Beixuan's voice was low and powerful. He slowly raised his sword, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, as if it had some kind of wonderful resonance with the surrounding space.

"Boundless Sword Domain, open!" With a thunderous shout, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from Mo Beixuan's body. Within the light, a domain composed of pure sword intent slowly unfolded, enveloping Mo Beixuan and the Twelve Generals of the Netherworld.

"Mr. Mo, I will remember you. Just take your time to play with my Twelve Generals of the Netherworld!" The voice of the Witch King became unclear the moment the sword domain was formed. He took advantage of the moment when Mo Beixuan was fully focused on building the sword domain and retreated violently, trying to escape from this place where he was sure to die.

However, just as he was about to escape, a figure appeared silently in front of him. It was Lin Han.

"Witch King, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Lin Han's mouth curled up in a playful arc.

"That brat who showed up actually dared to block my way!" The Witch King's face suddenly changed and he was burning with anger. He had never expected that someone would dare to stop him at this critical moment.

"Lord Witch King, this person is the one who destroyed our plan!" At this moment, Wu Taotao hurriedly stepped forward and interrupted.

Upon hearing this, the Witch King's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "It turned out to be you, kid. It's really hard to find, but now it's easy to find. Today, I will personally kill you to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

However, just as he was about to make a move, a dagger with a cold glow suddenly pierced his kidney squarely. It was Wu Tao who was standing next to him.

The Witch King's body suddenly stiffened, the anger on his face instantly solidifying, transforming into an expression of incredible shock and pain. He slowly lowered his head, looking at the dagger deeply embedded in his body, and the sinister and resolute face of the man holding it—Wu Tao.

"You...how dare you betray me!" The Witch King's voice trembled, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of unwillingness and anger.

Wu Tao's eyes held no trace of emotion, only determination and indifference. "Lord Witch King, you may have forgotten that I, Wu Tao, never truly submitted to you. For all these years, I have merely been lurking by your side, seeking an opportunity to avenge my people."

"Revenge? You are just a deacon, what grudge can be compared with mine?" The Witch King laughed in anger, but his laughter could not hide his weakness.

"Hate?" Wu Tao sneered, a flash of painful memory in his eyes. "Do you still remember that thirty years ago, in order to practice your evil skills, you massacred my entire village. My parents, brothers, and sisters were all killed. Back then, I was just a child who survived by hiding in a pile of straw, and I witnessed it all with my own eyes. From then on, I vowed that one day, I would make you pay for your blood debt with blood."

The Witch King's face turned pale instantly. He had never imagined that a single evil act he had committed so casually would sow such deep seeds of disaster. "You...you actually..."

"Wu Tao... you actually hurt the Lord Witch King!" An elder roared in anger upon seeing this, and the magic wand in his hand shone brightly, ready to attack Wu Tao.

"Die!" Seeing this, Lin Han snapped his fingers, and a subtle but sharp energy burst out of the air, hitting the elder's eyebrows accurately. The elder's body suddenly froze, the light in his eyes went out, and he slowly fell to the ground without even a scream.

"If anyone wants to die, come and try!" Lin Han's voice was as cold as ice, causing the elders, deacons and minions who were ready to make a move to stop in their tracks, looking at each other with fear in their eyes.

"Wu Tao greets the master!" Wu Tao knelt on one knee and bowed deeply to Lin Han in front of everyone's stunned gaze. At that moment, he seemed to have unloaded all his burdens. Years of forbearance and hatred finally found their home.

"Get up, let's settle your revenge today." Lin Han said lightly, turning his gaze to the Witch King who was like a candle in the wind.

The Witch King was already at the end of his strength, his body shaky and on the verge of collapse. He looked at Wu Tao in disbelief, then at Lin Han, his eyes filled with resentment and despair. "You...how dare you do this!" He roared, his voice weak.

"Let me tell you something: karma is the law of nature, and retribution will come." Lin Han's tone was calm, but every word was like a knife, striking the deepest part of the Witch King's soul.

"Hmph, even if I die, I will never let you off easily!" The Witch King raised his lips with a crazy smile, as if he was making his last struggle.

He pulled out a dark pill from his pocket, swallowed it in one gulp, and then laughed fiercely, saying: "Haha, kid, this is the elixir my master left me. It can not only heal my injuries, but also restore my strength to its peak! I have been forced to this point by you bastards, so I have no choice but to burn my boats!"