Unrivaled Black Death Emperor, Black Light Pierces the White Night

Based on his own experiences, and Jasper Xiao’s, Jack Young knew there were always some real big shots out there. Like those boy-wonder types who somehow manage to lord it over all humanity in the weirdest ways. There’s always someone better, always a bigger fish—Jack had always believed that, and it kept him humble and careful.

But no matter how much he’d mentally prepared himself, he still couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Because what he was seeing was way, WAY outside the bounds of ‘humble and careful.’

It’s like, if you transmigrated into a world where cavemen are running around yelling and smacking their chests with giant bones, you’d brace yourself—maybe someday someone shows up with a stone weapon, heck, maybe even some early bronze gear if you’re lucky. That’s called ‘being careful.’

But if you’re worried some caveman might suddenly whip out a Gatling gun and turn you into Swiss cheese, that’s not careful—that’s just paranoid, that’s ‘sky is falling’ nonsense, that’s a brain malfunction.

Normally, that’s how it should be.

But what if, one day, a caveman really did pull out a Gatling gun?

Yep, that’s exactly how Jack Young felt right now—mouth dry, totally unable to process, and fighting the urge to scream ‘W! T! F!’ at the sky.

Because what he’d just sensed was pure, absolute life-force suppression! No doubt about it, inside that jade shell was a Final Creation-level existence!

And that feeling? It was even purer, even stronger than anything he’d felt from the Final Creation before. Sure, the Final Creation was tough—normally, its corpse could last decades or centuries without rotting. But if you ignored the psychological shock from its sheer size, even the Final Creation couldn’t make Jack’s hair stand on end and his pores snap shut like this.

Compared to what was in front of him now, the Final Creation was basically just a big, flashy paper tiger.

Seriously, how could something like this exist on Earth? This world is officially nuts!

Whoosh—a flash of blue-white light, and Jack Young landed on the ground.

"How’s it looking?" Jasper Xiao rushed over to stand beside Jack. Jack snapped out of his shock at the question, then spun around and yelled anxiously at everyone trying to follow: "Move! Get away from here—right now!"

Jack hadn’t even finished speaking when, before anyone could react, a huge wind whipped up, swirling endless clouds. Above, countless black storm clouds gathered, churning with a heavy roar like a typhoon’s eye. At the same time—crack!—dozens of dark red lightning bolts ripped through the darkness, converging from all directions like a thousand Buddhas paying homage, all striking the fiftieth floor of the building.

The red lightning made everyone squint, but before they could even be shocked, the next moment wiped that ‘little scene’ right out of their minds: from the cross-section of the fiftieth floor, black light exploded. Yep—normally, you’d never link ‘black’ with ‘light,’ but right now, this thick darkness really did spread out like a curtain of light.

A violent shockwave swept out in all directions.

No, calling it a ‘shockwave’ isn’t quite right—it wasn’t an eruption. It was an irresistible repulsion, a presence that filled everything and pushed everything aside in an instant, forming a rapidly expanding black sphere.

No sound, but the earth shook and mountains swayed. The wind raged—at least a Category 13 hurricane.

Rachel Luo and the others were blown away instantly, screaming as they flew into the air. Another flash of blue-white light—Jack zipped around them at high speed, and each person felt a strong, steady force pushing them. Meanwhile, Jasper Xiao raised his warhammer with a roar, holy light burst forth, smashing into the oncoming shockwave.

Boom—energy clashed, white light blazed.

They felt themselves flying high, then landing in one piece—eyes squeezed shut the whole time.

When they finally steadied themselves and got their bearings, they realized they’d been blasted far away. Looking up, everything had changed. It was like a flood had swept through—a total disaster zone. Jasper Xiao stood like a rock against the waves, and from where he’d landed, a cone-shaped impact zone spread out. Inside the cone, things weren’t too bad. Outside? All the monsters got totally wrecked. Out of ten, maybe three survived, and the ones that didn’t die were flung far away, groaning and barely alive.

The monsters they’d been fighting for ages? Just like that, the whole field got wiped out!

They looked further out and were so shocked they didn’t even know what to say.

At the center of the fiftieth-floor break, a spherical cavity had formed. The broken building had lost another ten floors just like that, and the neighboring towers looked like someone took a bite out of a banana—smooth arcs sliced right through them.

The pile of corpses under the building? Instantly shredded into chunks—utter carnage. The Frostblade Sword lay limp on the ground, barely hanging on, and the ‘Dragon Slayer’ stuck in the fortieth floor got blown dozens of meters away, miserably impaled in another building. Both weapons still had those big faces on their hilts, but now they looked totally deflated. The worst-hit building groaned and bent, steel beams twisting, like it might collapse any second.

In the heart of that spherical cavity, a speck of black matter floated in midair. Wind howled, dark clouds swirled, lightning flashed, and an eerie, omnipresent sense of majesty spread out like a mist—making everyone shiver and tremble. That black speck had become the center of the whole world.

Jasper Xiao steadied his trembling hand, voice dry and bitter: "Teacher Yang, what the hell blew up? My hand’s about to cramp up…"

"It’s the Black Death Emperor. In the end, we couldn’t stop it." Jack Young let go of Jasper’s shoulder, face grim as he stared at the speck of black in the void.

That cavity wasn’t blown open—it was like boiling water poured on cake, everything inside just dissolved. If you had sharp eyes, you could see the buildings turning black, rotting, collapsing, and crumbling to ash—but the whole process took less than a second.

One second—barely enough time for a jumper to hit the ground!

Jasper Xiao stared at the black speck in the void—it was a black cocoon. The black substance was like a mix of gas, liquid, and gel, swirling and shifting shape. "So, what was inside that jade shell? Just that lump of black stuff?" The pressure from it was massive. And what really made him nervous was the sense that things weren’t over—the real storm hadn’t even started yet.

That black cocoon was getting ready for something.

"It’s a person," Jack Young answered firmly. "You can’t see him, but there’s no doubt—the Black Death Emperor really is human."

"A human?! Damn, you were right about your gut feeling!" Jasper Xiao gave a bitter laugh. "Suddenly, all that effort fighting White-Robed Saruman feels like a fart in a hurricane… Wait!" He remembered Jack’s other wild guess and nervously asked, "Is the Black Death Emperor still alive?"

"No idea," Jack shook his head, staring at the black mass. "It happened too fast—I couldn’t catch a heartbeat, breathing, thoughts, or any other signs of life. But even if the Black Death Emperor is dead, that’s still the strongest body in the world."

One thousand eight hundred years after death, and not a hint of decay—that’s peak Final Creation, practically indestructible!

Jasper Xiao swallowed, mouth twitching: "What if he’s still alive?"

"Then I don’t believe there’s anyone alive stronger than him. If he’s still alive, no doubt—he’s invincible." Jack Young almost never spoke so definitively, but right now, he honestly couldn’t believe anyone in the world could top what he was seeing: "Forget his era—even now, one guy like him could shove humanity’s worldview from science straight into mythology."

"He’s really that strong?!"

Jack Young gave a self-deprecating smile, shaking his head with a sigh: "Back when I just leveled up, I thought there weren’t many people on Earth stronger than me. But now, it’s clear—there’s always someone better. This final boss is way beyond our league."

King of Innate? Ha, don’t make me laugh! Even the top-tier experts couldn’t handle this—maybe someone at the Grand Limit stage could give it a shot… and maybe not get instantly killed.

"So… we don’t stand a chance, do we?"

"Logically, we should bail—run as far as we can, lay low, and hope we survive long enough to jump to another world and get stronger. With how fast we’re growing, maybe after ten more trips we’d get close to his level. But in reality…" Jack’s eyes sharpened: "Even if we can’t win, we have to fight. There’s no turning back."

Jasper Xiao smiled, bracing against the crushing pressure, and stepped forward. He’d made his decision, but kept things light: "Think we could talk to him? Maybe he’s got a decent personality—if we hit it off, maybe he’ll just drop the act and leave?"

"Who knows? If you think you’re good at talking, go try. But just so you know, that black thing is made of pure negative energy. So, either we’re facing a super-powerful anti-human maniac, or a super-powerful body controlled by some mysterious anti-human substance. So—" Jack stepped forward too. "Don’t hold me back!"

First rule of internal martial arts: Things that look strong aren’t always strong. Whatever happens, never lose your nerve before the fight. Confidence, determination, fighting spirit—these are the roots of every martial artist’s success!

Whoosh—blue light flashed, and Jack Young charged toward the black cocoon in the void.

"You’re the one!" Jasper Xiao burst with holy light, also shooting forward like a flashing meteor.

In a blink, Jack Young shot up forty stories and slashed his sword at the black cocoon—an act of reckless bravery, fighting the strong with the weak. The battle began.

It was a suicide mission, but they had no choice.

In this sealed half-otherworld, where could they run? If the enemy was as strong as Jack Young sensed and guessed, then no matter how far they fled, they’d never escape his grasp. Even if they survived, their friends, family, and loved ones would all be at his mercy—such a future was absolutely unacceptable!

So, even if the enemy stood invincible above the world, I’d still draw my sword and face the sky!

"Hah!" Suddenly, a strand of Jack Young’s hair turned white, as a surge of cosmic frost poured from his lower dantian into the Frostbrand. Facing such a powerful foe, he couldn’t hold back. Even a probing attack had to use some trump cards. Light flashed in the void—a fierce sword aura slashed at the black cocoon.

At the same time, holy light flared—a warhammer’s phantom shot across the distance, spinning like a shell as it smashed forward.

Boom, clang! Winds howled, ice dust flew—the attacks hit the cocoon like smashing into solid alloy. The Frostbrand was left with cracks and chips, but the black cocoon was untouched.

It looked useless, but a flash of excitement crossed Jack Young’s eyes—it was useful! No results as an attack, but as a test, Jack found something that thrilled him.

"Again!" True energy surged, cold air filled the air—the Frostbrand’s cracks sealed up. Jack spun, splitting into multiples, attacking the cocoon from every direction like a storm. From afar, the black cocoon looked wrapped in a blue-white halo. Meanwhile, Jasper Xiao reached the rooftop and attacked from close range.

Whatever happens, they had to knock the black cocoon out of the sky first.

The air vibrated, light and shadow danced. From afar, the top of the ruined building flashed with dazzling, surreal light. Rainy Luo led the group away—as they couldn’t help at all, keeping their distance was best.