They did not wait for long.

Boom!!!

A violent explosion rang out from the sky.

The azure firmament, as clear as the surface of a lake, seemed to be torn apart from both sides by an invisible giant hand, revealing a pitch-black and broken hole.

The spatial passage had opened.

On the other side of the great hole was Silt’s familiar, bewitching face.

John’s divine sense had long since enveloped the entire human world. The instant the spatial passage was torn open, he had already sensed it.

"Netherworld, I’m here."

Whoosh!

His figure flashed and disappeared from the human world.

Immediately afterward, with two more whooshes, Holly and Odelle disappeared from where they stood as well.

...

The Netherworld.

The four members of Valhalla were finally gathered together.

John did not hesitate. He immediately took out the decree flowing with chaotic luster.

[Ding! Confirm use of World Balance Decree?]

[Prompt: After use, all High God-level powerhouses in this world will be forcibly suppressed to the demigod tier.]

[Prompt: This item is extremely precious and will permanently disappear after use.]

"Confirm."

[Ding! World Balance Decree used successfully!]

Invisible ripples spread out from John as the center, expanding in all directions like silent waves. In an instant, they covered every corner of the Netherworld.

Almost at the same moment—

The Undead Patriarch arrived with countless High God-level powerhouses.

Dark figures surged in from all directions, and the aura of death spread across the sky like something tangible.

John raised his eyes and looked over, his gaze indifferent.

With the existence of High God Source, even if the ones standing before him were High God-level powerhouses, in his eyes, they were nothing more than moving resource packs.

Numbers?

To John, numbers had never held any meaning.

The Undead Patriarch was a humanoid black shadow shrouded in dense death energy. Two ghostly green flames burned within his hollow eye sockets.

After coming to a stop, he did not attack immediately. Instead, he spoke in an extremely humble tone.

"John... Tell me. What conditions would make you spare us?"

A dignified Undead Patriarch.

A High God-level powerhouse.

The leader of one of the top forces in the myriad-race universe.

At this moment, he was actually lowering himself to such a degree.

This was enough to prove just how deep a psychological shadow John’s suppression of the demon race had cast over the myriad races.

"The final destination of the myriad races is to become nourishment for the human race."

John sneered, his tone indifferent.

"No condition can allow you to survive."

"You..."

"Must die."

Before his words had fully fallen—

Boom!!!

Countless skills erupted from the undead camp at the same time, smashing toward the four members of Valhalla like an overwhelming storm.

The Undead had never intended to negotiate.

That humble plea for mercy just now had merely been an excuse to buy time.

"Final struggles."

John smiled disdainfully and raised his hand. An invisible sound wave spread out.

"Great Celestial Sound Art!"

"Kill!"

Holly cried out, and the sword case suddenly opened. A dazzling sword light flashed like a startled swan.

Odelle’s entire body glowed with dense golden light. Like a Valkyrie descending to the world, she charged directly into the pile of undead powerhouses. With a single punch, a High God body exploded.

Silt stood in the rear and lightly hooked her finger.

"Steal."

The bodies of three undead High Gods instantly withered. Their strength was drawn away out of thin air, turning into three streams of gray energy that flowed into Silt’s palm.

Four demigod-grade existences were simultaneously fighting countless High God-level powerhouses.

The battle was intense to the extreme.

John’s Great Celestial Sound Art had the widest killing range and the fiercest offensive power. Wherever the sound waves passed, the defenses of the undead powerhouses shattered layer by layer, and their High God bodies cracked inch by inch like fragile porcelain.

At the same time, an endless stream of High God Source surged out from John’s body, frantically erasing the Cosmic Imprints remaining within those shattered bodies.

Every time an imprint was completely erased, a system prompt rang beside his ears.

[You have killed a Lv.580 Undead High God. Obtained Divine Class Points +58,000, gold coins +580,000,000,000, Fame +58,000,000,000!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Designated plunder obtained: High God Source +25,000,000!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained High God Source +250,000,000,000!]

[You have triggered Auto-Pickup. Obtained High God-level items ×7!]

[You have killed a Lv.560 Undead High God. Obtained Divine Class Points +56,000, gold coins +560,000,000,000, Fame +56,000,000,000!]

[Ding! You have triggered the Plunder talent. Designated plunder obtained: High God Source +18,000,000!]

[Prompt: Plunder has triggered ten-thousandfold amplification. You have obtained High God Source +180,000,000,000!]

[You have triggered Auto-Pickup. Obtained High God-level items ×12!]

[You have triggered Extra Pickup. Obtained High God-level item +1!]

The prompts washed through John’s ears like a waterfall, continuous and unending.

While harvesting the lives of High God-level powerhouses, he also divided part of his attention to observe the performance of the other three Valhalla members.

Odelle’s close-combat style was the fiercest and most direct. The golden light covering her body came from an unknown source, yet it could actually blow apart a High God body with one punch. That golden light was also continuously erasing the residual energy of the shattered body.

Holly’s attacks were the cleanest and most efficient. Every time sword light flashed from her sword case, an undead High God would be cut in half at the waist. Her movements were as smooth as cutting vegetables, while countless sword auras shredded the broken bodies into pieces.

The strangest one was Silt.

Her methods were so flashy that even John was not much better by comparison.

One moment, she shot out dark-green chains that sucked a High God-level undead dry into a withered corpse. The next, she released a pitch-black vortex that swallowed a shattered sacred body completely.

Looking at the scene before him, John suddenly felt as if he were watching a group of players with cheats turned on grinding a dungeon.

As expected, anyone from Valhalla was pretty ridiculous.

"I’m still the most ’normal’ one."

He muttered softly, the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly.

"Everything I’ve obtained came from my own hard work and struggle."

When had the Undead High Gods ever seen such powerful demigod-grade existences?

They were both furious and terrified.

They were furious because John was tyrannical to the extreme. The Undead had already humbled themselves to the point of begging for mercy, yet he had not left them even the slightest room to survive.

They were terrified because every one of the human race’s helpers was this horrifying.

What they were facing was not one John, but four John-level monsters.

Each of these demigod-grade existences possessed the ability to easily crush High God bodies. The undead High Gods, forcibly suppressed to the demigod tier by the World Balance Decree, sorrowfully discovered that even with an overwhelming numerical advantage, they were still no match.

"John! You have slaughtered so many beings. One day, you will be crushed beneath the scars of fate!"

An undead High God let out a curse-like roar as he neared death.

"If only the human race remains in the myriad-race universe, it will surely draw the eyes beyond the abyss! What you have done today will one day summon something even more terrifying than death!"

"Let’s see how long you can remain arrogant!"

John ignored him completely.

Soul burden?

Curse of fate?

He did not care at all.

If the Tribulation of Judgment descended, even thunder would have to make way for him.

What did a mere abyssal gaze amount to?