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Chapter 167: Extreme Sublimation! Let the World Be the First!

Seeing Lei Zhenzi trapped in the Myriad Souls Banner, you, to save your companion, drew your sword without regret and plunged straight into the banner.

Instantly, the world spun, a chaotic haze descended, and the netherworld enshrouded everything. Ten ghostly figures emerged, and countless Yin spirits surged, coalescing into a Soul-Slaying Formation designed to destroy souls.

With the Myriad Souls Banner in place and the Soul-Slaying Formation complete, even a Grand Luo Golden Immortal would have their soul scattered upon entering.

The Host feels an immense, irresistible force pressing down on their divine soul. Their three souls and seven spirits ache intensely, yet their eyes hold no regret.

Today, even in death, their heroic spirit will linger. To live on in disgrace would be like being a walking corpse, what joy could there be in such an existence?

Myriad Souls Banner? Come and fight!

Accompanying the desolate and tragic words appearing on the system screen, Rhine walked through this dark wizard chessboard.

Wherever he passed, the blood-stained chess pieces neatly cleared a path.

The ten blurry souls also respectfully kowtowed and knelt.

This situation made it seem as though Rhine hadn't entered a dangerous place at all, but rather come to inspect a military parade!

Qirrell, seeing this scene, was about to grind his teeth to powder.

"What?!"

"I worked so hard all night, without even a sip of water, not daring to rest for a moment, just to kill ten wizard chess champions."

"The game hasn't even started yet, Rhine isn't even dead yet, and you're already kneeling?"

"Stand up! Don't kneel! Kill him for me!"

Qirrell frantically waved his wand backstage, urging the control magic on the dark wizard chessboard.

Finally, the chess pieces raised their heads.

Soldiers, knights, kings, and so on, all slammed their weapons forcefully on the ground, their aura fierce.

Then, a unified cry rang out.

"Loyalty! Devotion!"

Qirrell was stunned.

"Loyalty? Devotion?!"

"What the hell!"

"I told you to kill him, not to pledge allegiance to him!"

"Is there something wrong with this damn dark wizard chess magic?!"

Voldemort's expression was also extremely deep at this moment, a look of dread in his eyes.

"Could this be some kind of soul magic mastered by Rhine Snow?"

"Damn Dumbledore, he kept a close eye on me when I was learning advanced magic at school, how can Rhine Snow have learned even soul magic now and he hasn't reacted at all?"

"Double standard dog!"

Then, Voldemort took control of Qirrell's body and waved his wand through gritted teeth.

Even more powerful magic urged the dark wizard chessboard, ordering the chess pieces and souls within to act according to Voldemort's will, otherwise they would suffer extreme pain from the magic of the dark wizard chessboard, and it was even possible that they would completely dissipate.

However, to Voldemort's surprise, as the magic on the dark wizard chessboard took effect, the chess pieces and ten souls clearly felt the pain.

But they seemed completely unmoved, rhythmically tapping their weapons on the chessboard, a unified cry ringing out again and again.

"Loyalty! Devotion!"

"..."

Voldemort couldn't help but curse aloud at this moment.

"What?!"

"Are they sick? They're already just souls, yet they're not even afraid of the cost of soul dissipation and still want to defy the magical constraints?"

"What soul magic did Rhine Snow use on them? Could it be soul magic with a permanent enslavement effect?"

"That damn little wizard who plays with people's hearts, Dumbledore, how could you not have noticed him?!"

However, Voldemort clearly didn't understand the thoughts of these souls in the dark wizard chessboard.

This chessboard was just a temporary place of confinement, the world of the dead—the underworld—that was their eternal home.

Rhine, upon entering the chessboard, was simply like the master of the underworld.

They were dead, but not stupid, how would they face the future in the underworld if they offended this person before them?

At this time, Rhine arrived unimpeded in front of Ron.

Ron looked at Rhine, a look of emotion in his eyes.

He had deeply experienced the terror here since he came in.

But Rhine had ventured in to save him without the slightest hesitation, Ron's eyes were already red.

Before he could say anything, Rhine waved his hand.

"Ron, I won't be in danger here, but your soul shouldn't leave your body for too long."

"Go back, leave everything here to me."

In the next moment, Rhine flicked his finger, easily opening a gap in the dark wizard chessboard's restraint on souls.

Ron's eyes blurred, and his soul returned to his body.

He clenched his fists tightly, looking at Rhine still in the chessboard, his eyes instantly turning red.

His eyes erupted with unprecedented stubbornness, staring fixedly at the ten souls in the chessboard, his fingertips piercing into his palm, the stinging sensation clearly entering his mind.

If he was strong enough, if his magic was strong enough, if his chess skills were strong enough, Rhine wouldn't have to risk himself.

"Rhine, you must come out safe and sound..."

"Otherwise, no matter the cost, I will definitely bring you back."

At this time, Rhine's gaze fell on the ten souls on the chessboard, a look of joy appearing in his eyes.

With his ability as a judge inherited from the prehistoric era, he could clearly feel that each of the ten souls before him possessed extremely pure obsession.

It made sense, although the magical world didn't have a large population, who among those who could win championships didn't have a keen desire for victory and chess skills?

Souls with such pure obsession were excellent materials for refining the Judge's Pen.

Even each one was better than the Crown's soul fragments that Rhine had previously filled into the Judge's Pen.

After all, although those soul fragments were distorted, they were ultimately just fragments, not comparable to these complete souls.

Especially the soul of the eight-time wizard chess champion, even in the prehistoric era, it could be considered extraordinary.

If these souls were all charged into it, this magic weapon, the Judge's Pen, might be able to manifest in its initial form!

With the Judge's Pen's level, even if it only manifested a fraction, it could be considered a rare treasure in the path of souls, its power unimaginable!

However, Qirrell and Voldemort were simply wasting their potential, having almost erased the consciousness of these souls, leaving only the last pure obsession.

To make these souls exert their best effect, it was still better to let them break free from their restraints.

Immediately, Rhine flicked his finger, and the dark wizard chessboard's restraint on these ten souls vanished.

Logically speaking, at this time, these ten souls could already leave the chessboard and head to their world of the dead.

But at this moment, driven by obsession, they each sat firmly on the chessboard, unmoving.

In their eyes, their consciousness having been erased, erupted the last obsession and light.

This life was entrusted to the chessboard, even in death, they had to finish this last game.

At this moment, these ten souls had forgotten life and death and all other distractions, leaving only the chessboard and fighting spirit engraved in their souls.

The only thought was to win.

On the chessboard, I am invincible!

Bright radiance suddenly erupted in Rhine's eyes as well.

These ten souls actually had some meaning of reaching the pinnacle of sublimation, all being top-grade materials for refining soul treasures!

"Since that's the case, then I will fulfill you, and finish this last game."

Immediately, Rhine stood with his hands behind his back, and the ten chessboards in front of him suddenly turned around.

Rhine held black, and the ten souls held white.

"If I hold white, it would be too bullying."

"Everyone, I'll let you go first."

"Please begin!"