Grimm dismissed the bone creature's prior question with a cold laugh.

"Initiate Wild Instinct Anatomy Level 1!"

A dense scale slowly emerged from beneath his skin. Each scale looked like a silver coin, giving out a cold, hard, metallic feel.

At the same time, Grimm's body seemed to be stretched longer. His stature became more fit. He appeared more rugged. There was a vicious sense of aesthetics about his elongated body. His aura was taken to another level.

"Ivory Armor!"

Clank!

Bone spikes, half a meter in length began surfacing from Grimm's rugged and vicious-looking body. The spikes covered his body, making him look like a giant porcupine.

There was a pale-gray energy springing up from the top of the bone spike, covering Grimm's body. In a blink of an eye, Grimm was unrecognizable. He seemed to have turned into a real monster.

It was apparent that Grimm had become overpowered thanks to the power of the stigmata gears.

Finally, a strange pressure suddenly emerged.

It felt as if the whole of the Infernal Spirit World was about to crush Grimm. At the same time, the strange force appeared to be slicing away at his emitted aura.

At least that was how it felt.

But it wasn't Grimm who was causing it. It was a knock-back effect over the stigmata gears.

The stigmata sorcerer's presence from Grimm's gear had already set off a wave across the Infernal Spirit World. The princ.i.p.al will of the Infernal Spirit World had detected the invading foreign creature.

"Heehee, heeheeheehee…"

Grimm was sneering like a cruel sorcerer from ancient times.

Generally, only a level four creature would catch the attention of the whole world's princ.i.p.al will, which would set off a reaction to reject the creature. But now, due to the overwhelming stigmata sorcerer's aura that were on Grimm's body, he was on the edge of being denied by the princ.i.p.al will of the world.

Not only did he lack the support of the sorcerer's barrier that represented the will of the sorcerer's world; he had to face the rejection from the will of the foreign world as well. Was this the reason why even the Black Isotta and the other stigmata sorcerers didn't dare to break into the world irreverently?

Suddenly.

Grimm's pair of dual-colored iris that represented the ice and fire element rose up. Amidst the enveloping yellow sand and the nouris.h.i.+ng pale aura of the bone spikes, his eyes became exceptionally brilliant.

Because right at this moment…

A powerful Acraepoid at the peak of level-three, blindfolded by a tattered red cloth across his eyes rose up among the millions of Acraepoid warriors!

The aura of the powerful Acraepoid was at the peak of Level 3. Grimm could faintly sense that he's at the same level as the Jyorongshan; its power was well past a normal Level-3 creature.

If he were to battle him now, the match would only end in a tie at most. He could even lose by some margin.

A Level-3 creature like him would have a higher chance of being acknowledged by the princ.i.p.al will of the world and go on to become a World Lord.

They were the hopes for the future growth of the world.

Underneath the tattered red cloth was his pair of eyes, long sacrificed by the sword.

His frail, small frame was covered with criss-cross scars. Those were the proof of how he rose to the peak, one step at a time.

Although there was no flaming infernal spirit on his blade that was longer than the Level-3 creature's body, its very presence felt more intense than the infernal strengths of Sungta and Bolonger who had fought before him.

He…

He has accomplished the total mastery of the infernal powers.

It was the hardest step in becoming a great Infernal G.o.d, a step that had stumbled many n.o.bles from their quest of becoming an Infernal G.o.d.

After taking this huge leap forward, as long as you could gain the attention of the world's power and therefore the acknowledgment of the princ.i.p.al will of the world, you could become the new generation of infernal G.o.d of the Acraepoid World!

The crowd of Acraepoids looked on in awe and envy.

The unsurpa.s.sable great infernal G.o.ds faraway too s.h.i.+fted their eyes slightly over to the powerful acraepoid. It was far from their usual nonchalant manner.

They seemed to have some expectations.

Some of the Acraepoids who recognized the powerful warrior seemed excited to be able to see the legend from such a close distance. Their eyes were filled with disbelief, some of their swords started shaking as they trembled in excitement.

"What? The n.o.ble Yimo?"

"So he's THAT Yimo!?"

There was a commotion among the Acraepoids. The army of Acraepoids, who were poised to strike at the invading foreign monsters halted their steps abruptly as if they were shocked by the two syllables "Yimo".

There are only two paths to become the great infernal G.o.d.

One of them was to hold an Acraepoid Swordsmans.h.i.+p Tournament and accept the challenge of every Acraepoid n.o.bles. If he could win all of them, there would be a high chance that he would gain the attention of the princ.i.p.al will of the world and become the new generation of infernal G.o.d.

However, only a few of the Acraepoids have ever held such tournaments and all of them were geniuses of their time. Only two had ever succeeded.

The rest of them were only fuel for despair who have been long forgotten after they've been defeated by the many reclusive warriors of the world.

The second way was to set off a huge event, be it moral or immoral, or even inconceivable to others. That could also catch the attention of the princ.i.p.al will of the world pave their ways to become the new infernal G.o.d.

n.o.ble Yimo chose to appear here, right at this very moment.

Perhaps there were more to his intentions…

The crowd of Acraepoids became pa.s.sionate, they were excited and shouting in deep admiration!

The foreign monsters that came from the Burrow World had set off a ripple in the princ.i.p.al will of the world, if n.o.ble Yimo could kill him at this very minute…

There's a huge chance that the new generation of infernal G.o.d would be christened here!

Yimo shall become the sixth great infernal G.o.d that succeeds the First King, Darkborne, Darksmother, Lightglow, and Darkglow! There would be a kingdom built upon his name and he shall have the wors.h.i.+p of his people.

Such is the path of a great infernal G.o.d.

It was the dream of the billions of Acraepoids. Yet, since ancient times, few have had the three qualities of persistence, talents, as well as great opportunities to become one.

But today.

These Acraepoids here are going to witness the birth of an infernal G.o.d. He shall be made an example for the younger generations. People would sing his name in praises!

"n.o.ble Yimo!"

"n.o.ble Yimo!"

"n.o.ble Yimo!"

...

The crowd was cheering in an uproar. Yimo raised his hands and clutched his palms, signaling the frenzied acraepoids to quiet down.

The soul slaves behind Grimm were a little disturbed. They seemed to have felt the pressure from the crowd.

n.o.ble Yimo's voice was exceptionally deep and calm, like the sound of a flowing stream, or a droplet of water that could penetrate a stone. There was no way that he could be perturbed by any external forces.

Yimo looked straight at Grimm. Though he had no eyes, Grimm felt that he has been completely seen through.

Was it the soul?

"Respected warrior from the Burrow World, the two n.o.bles Sungta and Bolonger had been careless. They practice the way of the Infernal Swords, yet they've forgotten that the way of the sword lies in humility. I am Yimo, I have practiced the Infernal Sword for a whole three thousand nine hundred and ninety eight years. Today, I wish to represent the great Acraepoids and…"

Boom!

Suddenly, the Acraepoid whose eyes were blindfolded by a piece of tattered red cloth was consumed by a dark flame pillar, launched from Grimm's Sabbatical Goat Staff.

Everything happened so suddenly, so unbelievable.

The dark flame pillar emitted a violent, bone-chilling, and sinister aura. Not only did it wipe off the warrior of the Infernal Spirit World who was at the peak of level three, it rendered the hundreds of Acraepoids behind him, who were still in shock, into dust.

In the blink of an eye, scattered limbs and mists of blood were falling from the clear sky above.

"Heeheeheehee…"

Grimm retracted his right hand slowly. One of the dark flames that was burning in the eye socket of the Sabbatical Goat Staff went off.

Grimm spoke in a deep voice as he laughed eerily," Think you've seen through me? You, too, are careless!"