264: Delivery drivers are constantly on the move! They vomit as soon as they land!

In the turbulent currents of the Void Realm, Su Chen felt as if his Three Ethereal Souls and Seven Corporeal Spirits were about to be flung out.

This shuttle was even more violent and unreasonable than the time Ye Linghan took him from Divine Son Peak to the Great Xia Imperial City.

If the last time was like taking a tractor onto a highway, this time was like being strapped to a rocket, and that rocket was drifting on a winding mountain dirt road!

Ye Linghan's jade-like hand, which was hooked around his arm, remained as firm as the strongest Law shackles in the world, making it impossible for him to break free.

On the other side, that Crazy Woman Liu Ruyan was so concerned about her Sect that she practically turned into an attachment clinging to Ye Linghan, while her other hand tightly gripped the corner of Su Chen's clothes, pinching the soft flesh at his waist until it hurt.

Su Chen was sandwiched between two stunning Demonesses. What should have been a dream-like paradise for countless men was, at this moment, the ultimate physical torture for him.

[Ugh... I can't... My stomach is playing a symphony, and my bile is breakdancing...]

[Did this Crazy Woman treat the spatial Law like a rubber band? Snapping it however she wants?!]

[And then there's this enchantress Liu Ruyan! Just hug her thigh! What's the point of grabbing my clothes? If you tear this limited-edition Cloud Brocade Robe, can you afford to replace it?!]

[My incomparably precious body! My divine life that I've only enjoyed for a few days! How did I get stuck with these two living plagues!]

Su Chen's inner world was filled with lightning and thunder, a complete mess.

He was one hundred percent certain now—Ye Linghan was doing this on purpose!

She definitely used this most barbaric and bumpy way to traverse the Void Realm on purpose, just so he wouldn't have the brainpower to reminisce about that damned kiss from Ji Hongxue just now!

This woman's possessiveness had reached a perverted and appalling level!

Just as Su Chen felt he was about to be shaken into a pile of pixels, the twisted light and shadows of Chaos before him suddenly froze.

Screech—

The ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric echoed through his Divine Soul. The ground beneath the three of them vanished, and a sense of weightlessness hit them like the giant maw of an abyss.

"Thud!"

The immense inertia caused Su Chen to stumble upon landing. Before he could even see his surroundings clearly, the uncontrollable churning in his stomach broke through the final line of defense.

"Blargh—!"

Su Chen leaned against a nearby piece of blackened, Charred Wood and bent over, dry-heaving agonizingly.

This time, not a single drop was left; even the bitter bile had been completely vomited out.

Ye Linghan let go of him and stood leisurely to the side. Her Phoenix eyes, burning with dark red demonic flames, watched his handsome face—which was now glowing green—with great interest.

Liu Ruyan, however, couldn't care less about him. The moment she landed, her gaze pierced through the blood mist and fixed onto the crimson-wrapped demon mountain ahead, her entire being freezing in place.

Su Chen vomited until his world spun before he finally managed to straighten up. He wiped the corner of his mouth, preparing to offer his most "cordial" regards to Ye Linghan's mode of travel in his mind.

But when his eyes cleared and he saw the scene before him, all his complaints instantly froze in his throat.

He stood there, dumbfounded.

This was a wasteland of scorched earth.

The smell of blood in the air was so thick it wouldn't dissipate, mixed with the sour stench of rotting corpses and the burnt smell of ignited fat. A single breath made his Divine Soul prickle with pain like needles.

As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with dried-up corpses.

Without exception, those corpses had all become mummies that looked as if they had been air-dried for a thousand years. Their sallow skin clung tightly to their bones, and their distorted faces were frozen in the ultimate terror they felt before death.

At the end of his vision, the Nine Nether Demon Mountain—which should have been majestic and overflowing with Devilish Qi—had turned into a nauseating monster.

The entire mountain was completely encased in a crimson membrane that was so vast it seemed infinite, and it was still slightly squirming.

That membrane was clearly made from the crushed flesh and blood of countless living beings forcibly stitched together. Its surface was covered with tangled, distorted blue-black veins, and the faces of people wailing in pain were faintly visible within it. It was evil to the extreme.

What made one's skin crawl even more was that on that layer of flesh membrane, there were countless dense black dots, frantically gnawing at something like piranha ants that had smelled blood.

Su Chen looked closer, and the stomach he had just calmed down began to churn violently again.

Those black dots were actually controlled mummies!

They had become the most evil of siege engines, using their teeth, finger bones, and every inch of their bodies to frantically bash and bite at the dim, flickering light of the mountain-protecting array beneath the flesh membrane!

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sound was like billions of rats gnawing on rotten wood. In this silent purgatory, it sounded exceptionally ear-piercing and terrifying.

[Holy crap... Does this place actually exist? Even the eighteen levels of Hell wouldn't be this heavy-handed, right?!]

Su Chen felt his back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

[Did that Sky Demon treat the entire Demonic Domain as his buffet? This method is too sinister!]

He could clearly feel that under the frantic consumption of that flesh membrane, the mountain-protecting array below was like a candle in the wind, liable to shatter completely at any moment.

Once the Formation broke, the tens of thousands of people in the mountain would likely join this gnawing army outside in an instant.

"Father..."

A sobbing, almost broken murmur came from beside him.

Su Chen turned his head to see Liu Ruyan—the enchantress who was usually naturally seductive and treated everything as a plaything—biting her lower lip so hard it bled. Her nails were dug deep into her palms due to excessive force, yet she seemed completely unaware of the blood dripping from between her fingers.

That face, which always wore a smile that could captivate anyone, was now as white as paper.

Those soul-stealing peach blossom eyes were filled with tears, reflecting a panic and despair she had never shown before.

She just stared blankly at the besieged demon mountain, her body trembling violently and uncontrollably.

For the first time, Su Chen saw the emotion called "fear" on this Crazy Woman's face.

He sighed in his heart for no particular reason.

[Sigh, her home has been raided. Anyone would break down.]

[I just don't know how many breaths her Quasi-Emperor father has left.]

...Meanwhile, inside the mountain-protecting array of the Nine Nether Demon Mountain.

The atmosphere was as silent as a grave.

All the Demonic Cult Disciples looked with ashen faces at the light screen above, which was covered in spider-web cracks and being constantly gnawed. Only endless despair remained in their eyes.

On the Altar at the core of the Formation.

The Sect Leader of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult, Liu Ruyan's father, the Seventh-level Quasi-Emperor Liu Canghai, sat cross-legged.

At this moment, his face was as pale as golden paper, and a shocking trail of blood hung from the corner of his mouth. His aura was scattered, and his life flame flickered, threatening to go out at any moment.

He pressed his hands firmly against the Array Core, and the vast Quasi-Emperor Origin within him was pouring in frantically as if it cost nothing, struggling to support this final line of defense.

"Sect Leader... we can't hold on!" an Elder with a severed arm said hoarsely. "That ghostly thing is devouring our Formation's power! If this continues, we'll all be sucked dry!"

"Yes, Sect Leader!" another Elder said with grief and indignation. "That monster specifically demanded the Sect-Protecting Imperial Armament, the 'nine nether bell'! We absolutely cannot hand it over! If we do, we'll be the eternal sinners of the Demonic Cult!"

"But if we don't, we won't even survive today!"

Cries of despair and roars of unwillingness rose one after another on the Altar.

Listening to the arguments around him, Liu Canghai's aged face was filled only with endless bitterness and sorrow.

The monster calling himself the "Sky Demon" was too terrifying!

A single Clone had beaten him, a Seventh-level Quasi-Emperor, until he had no power to fight back!

Now, it had even laid down such an evil Formation to trap them to death, forcing them to hand over the Imperial Armament.

Was it really going to come to that step?

Liu Canghai's gaze pierced through the layers of light screens to look at the endless corpses outside, a flash of determination appearing in his eyes.

No!

Even if his Nine Nether Demonic Cult was to die, they would die standing!

He slowly closed his eyes, preparing to detonate the Imperial Armament the moment the Formation broke to perish together with that monster!

Even in death, he would tear a piece of flesh off that monster!

It was just... an enchanting figure that was always improper but whom he loved dearly couldn't help but float into his mind.

"Ruyan..."

Liu Canghai's heart throbbed painfully.

"My daughter..."

"Father... probably won't be able to wait for your return..."

He murmured to himself, two lines of turbid old tears quietly falling.

Just as Liu Canghai was about to burn his final Origin to make a desperate last stand.

His already fading Divine Thought suddenly captured three figures that had appeared out of thin air within that mountain of corpses and sea of blood outside the Formation.