"Damn it, what's happening?! Why are there so many evil spirits all of a sudden? Did all the evil spirits from The Underworld come pouring out?" a God King couldn't help but cry out.
Under his perception, the Heavens and Myriad Worlds were now shrouded in Ghost Qi—dark, suffocating, and overwhelming—as if this entire realm had been eroded by The Underworld itself.
Almost every world was transforming into a ghost realm. Hundreds of spirits roamed the night, demons danced wildly, and countless beings were caught in the chaos of war, resulting in unimaginable casualties.
This moment could be called the greatest crisis in the history of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. This time, the enemy didn't come from outside the Chaos Universe, but from within it.
These evil spirits were once the dead souls of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Now, they had escaped from The Underworld and returned to the mortal world to take their revenge.
"It's the evil gods! Those damned evil gods! They broke open the gate of The Underworld, trapped the Four Great Chaos Demon Gods of the underworld, and released all the evil spirits imprisoned within!"
A God Emperor spoke in a deep voice.
He wasn't a fool. In that instant, he realized that the ones behind this were none other than the grotesque doomsdays—the evil gods born from grotesque calamities.
But knowing it didn't change the outcome. The grand scheme had already been set in motion—it was far too late to stop it.
"Damn it! Why would the evil gods destroy the gate of The Underworld and release those evil spirits?!"
"Do you really need to ask? They thrive on fear. They want all living beings to descend into disaster. The more fear there is, the stronger the evil gods become."
"My god, it's true. I can sense it... countless grotesques are being born across the Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Damn it—I can't even count them!"
The faces of many gods turned pale.
They could sense it—billions upon trillions of grotesques emerging one after another. Even the gods themselves couldn't count the sheer number.
They had poured immense effort into suppressing the grotesque doomsdays in the past, barely holding them at bay.
But now, it was as if a dam had burst. Like a plague, grotesques were being born without end.
It was akin to the late stage of terminal cancer—the cancer cells were spreading rapidly. No matter how skilled the doctor, they could do nothing now.
Faced with this scene, the gods were utterly helpless.
"And it's not just the grotesques. The most terrifying thing is that the number of Evil Gods is increasing too. Their power is already on par with ours!"
A God Emperor's face turned grim.
"What?!"
Many gods felt their hairs stand on end. In every corner of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, evil gods were emerging—tens of millions of them.
It had taken countless years and unfathomable resources to cultivate even one god to reach the God Realm.
But these Evil Gods, fueled by fear, were multiplying exponentially—as if they faced no bottlenecks at all.
In a mere instant, they had increased in number enough to rival the gods.
If they hadn't witnessed this with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
"So this is the Grotesque Doomsday... the true power of the Doomsday. Just a single misstep, just a bit of carelessness... and the grotesques have grown to such a horrifying extent."
One God King trembled. He had become a god during the birth of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, long after the first apocalypse. He had never personally witnessed the horror of a doomsday.
Back then, he had been too weak to even stand on the front lines.
But now, he could feel it—the overwhelming terror of the grotesque doomsday.
Despite gathering the might of countless gods to suppress it, just one moment of negligence had allowed the grotesques to explode in power.
"I remember, during the Age of Obscurity, there wasn't just one doomsday. There was the Petrification Doomsday, the Virus Doomsday, the Slaughter Doomsday, the Zerg Doomsday, and so on..."
A God King's body trembled. "Back then, there weren't as many gods as there are now. And yet, Chaos City Lord was able to eliminate so many doomsdays. If that's the case… what Realm has the City Lord reached?"
Many gods were thinking the same thing.
They were struggling to resist just one Grotesque Doomsday, yet they were already nearing the brink of extinction.
But in the era before the birth of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, the era of chaos and darkness, many Chaos Demon Gods had fought off multiple doomsdays simultaneously.
The pressure they faced then was many times greater.
And still, the doomsdays couldn't destroy the Chaos Demon Gods.
It was clear now—Chaos City Lord's strength was beyond imagination.
Some God Emperors once believed they were closing the gap between themselves and Chaos City Lord. But now, upon reflection, they realized just how far they still had to go.
They couldn't even glimpse the soles of his feet.
"No matter what, we cannot let these Evil Gods run rampant. We must suppress them completely."
A God Emperor's killing intent surged.
The other gods nodded in agreement. They could not coexist with the Evil Gods.
The Evil Gods wanted to rule the heavens through fear, plunging all living things into endless dread.
That was tantamount to killing the gods themselves—an irreconcilable conflict.
Now, it was either the Evil Gods who died—or the gods.
There could be no middle ground.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
At that moment, countless Evil Gods seemed to have received some kind of command. They flew out from all corners of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, ignoring everything else, heading straight toward Chaos City.
Tens of millions of Evil Gods faced off against the gods of Chaos City.
The scene was utterly terrifying. Divine power clashed between gods and evil gods, creating waves of destructive energy that shook the cosmos.
Fortunately, Chaos City had already evolved into a Universe Secret Treasure, transformed into an Original Universe itself. It was indestructible. Even God Emperors couldn't damage it.
If it had been an ordinary city, the divine fluctuations alone would've annihilated it completely—leaving nothing behind.
At the forefront of the Evil Gods, stood the Primordial Evil God—the leader of all evil gods—glaring at the gods as if declaring war.