The devouring force emanating from the God-Burying Coffin was unimaginably strong, yet it could not fully engulf Yi Tianxing. The Chaotic Dragon Battle Robe surged with swirling chaos energy, while dragons etched into its surface roared and clawed at the coffin incessantly. Even so, the God-Burying Coffin was overbearingly dominant—said to be able to entomb even true deities. As its lid opened, the entire coffin turned into a massive black hole, instantly enveloping Yi Tianxing.
Just like that, Yi Tianxing was pulled inside, sealed as the lid slammed shut. The scene was utterly terrifying.
"No matter how powerful your divine abilities, once inside my God-Burying Coffin, you will be eternally buried and never rise again."
The young elite who controlled the coffin displayed a face full of confidence.
BOOM!!!
But not even a full breath later, the coffin began to tremble violently. In a massive explosion, the God-Burying Coffin shattered into pieces—splitting into countless fragments.
Faintly visible through the explosion were true dragons, waving claws and twisting their massive bodies. The sheer destructive power they unleashed obliterated even the magical coffin.
Standing once again atop the Tongtian River, Yi Tianxing raised the Warden's Seal, which soared through the air and slammed down toward the elite on the riverbank.
The seal sealed space itself, like a Primordial Dragon-Elephant descending to crush all beneath it. The elite had no time to react before he was hit directly, his body exploding on impact—blown into a cloud of blood mist, not even leaving behind a trace.
"A mere demonic coffin cannot bury Yi Tianxing."
His expression cold and calm, Yi Tianxing spoke icily.
"Since it cannot bury me, I will bury you with my own hands."
"How arrogant, this native!"
"Outrageous! He dares to scorn us like this! If we don't kill him, this humiliation will never fade. He must die today, no matter the cost!"
"Kill him! To hell with saving face! Let's all strike together—there's no way he can stop all of us. If he lives, it will haunt us forever!"
The Eternal Night elites erupted with fury. Yi Tianxing's actions had utterly enraged them. Even at the cost of their pride, they would band together to kill him—anything to quench their seething wrath.
"Fine! Let's do it together—bury him on the spot!"
Even the Clown (jester) didn't hesitate, nodding in agreement.
Tactics meant nothing now. Only the result mattered.
"Let's see who ends up buried."
Yi Tianxing responded flatly, expression unchanged. There was no sign of fear in his voice—only cold determination.
In his hand appeared a jet-black fishing rod, which shimmered with light. A nearly invisible fishing line extended from it, ending in a dark hook that gleamed menacingly. With a flick of his wrist, he cast the hook into the air.
The hook moved as if weightless, so swift that it defied detection. It cut through the void in a bizarre trajectory, stretching and shifting until it locked onto the aura of one of the Eternal Night elites. The connection was mystically precise, and the hook appeared right before its target—then vanished into his body.
"Ah! No! Help me!"
The elite felt a strange force invade his body. A piercing pain shot through his soul, as if something had locked onto his very essence. In his consciousness, he saw a thread appear outside himself—at its end, a hook digging into his soul.
To have one's soul pierced—such a fate was terrifying beyond words. He broke into a cold sweat, panic flooding his mind. He summoned his power to expel the hook, even using divine arts to sever the line.
But when the power struck the line, he was met with a soul-rending agony. The pain made him scream hideously. His divine arts and spells shattered instantly under the torment.
Then he felt it—his soul was being pulled out of his body.
Turning around, he saw himself still standing on the shore—but he was now floating in the air, helplessly drawn away by an unstoppable force.
"That's my body down there… I'm the soul being reeled in!"
He realized the truth: his soul had been hooked and dragged out—separated from his body. It could mean only one thing: death.
Plop!
His body, now soulless, fell into the Tongtian River, swallowed instantly by its devouring currents—vanished forever.
This was the Death God Fishing Rod.
Now a Heaven-Opening Divine Artifact, the rod could channel the power of entire worlds, allowing it to unleash destruction many times beyond its ordinary limits.
"Watch out for that rod! It can hook souls directly!"
The Clown shouted, pupils constricting.
"That's a relic of the Death God Clan—an eternal-world bloodline! That rod hunts souls. Once cast, all life becomes prey!"
Clearly, he recognized the fishing rod's origins and its terrifying potential. It attacked directly at the soul, making it nearly impossible to evade. The danger was palpable.
"Today, you all are my prey."
Yi Tianxing held the rod firmly. The soul that had been caught struggled on the hook, but it was futile. A black-and-white yin-yang ring materialized and suppressed the soul, pulling it into the void.
It was taken into the Yin-Yang Realm.
Only then did Yi Tianxing realize—it wasn't the true soul, but a spiritual projection, a shard of divine consciousness. Like an avatar, it did not carry the full soul essence. Killing it caused only minor damage, recoverable over time. It wouldn't harm the core soul.
That was how King's War Chess became so widespread: even fragments could generate combat-worthy projections that mimicked real life. But once destroyed, they vanished instantly.
Unfazed, Yi Tianxing cast the Death God Hook once more.
"No!"
Another elite sensed danger from the void and instinctively tried to retreat. Glowing barriers sprang up around him, and a divine battle armor appeared to protect his body.
It was futile.
The hook phased through reality, bypassing all protection, and pierced him.
With a scream, his soul was ripped out.
"Ahhh!!"
Yi Tianxing did not pause. Again and again, he cast the rod like a fisherman on a frenzied spree. The Eternal Night elites on the riverbank were now just fish to be caught.
The Death God fishes. Willing or not, you will bite the hook.
That was the terrifying dominance of the Death God Fishing Rod.
"Why? I have a soul-guarding divine art—the Soul Suppressing Stele! Why can it still rip out my soul? This is impossible!"
One elite had awakened a soul-defense technique. His spirit was guarded and normally immune to outside influence. Yet, the rod pierced through the defense and ripped out his soul regardless.
That's when he realized—
The fishing rod contained the power of a world.
Yi Tianxing had channeled power from the Primordial Heavenly Emperor Pagoda, amplifying the Death God Rod's strength. The soul initially couldn't be hooked, like catching a shark with a fishing line. Only by summoning world force could it be torn free.
"Fall back! Retreat now!"
"Use your strongest divine arts! Kill him! If he dies, the rod becomes useless!"
The Clown turned pale, rapidly retreating. Clearly, he didn't want to become a fish on the line either. This wasn't the ending he desired.
It was too brutal.
Yi Tianxing cast again—and now, two souls were hooked at once.
The Death God Fishing Rod had evolved. It now carried dual hooks, capable of reeling in two souls at once.