429: Chapter 430 Subduing the Six-Winged Fallen Angel and Emptying Ares Fortress!

Inside the glass cylinder, green preservative liquid bubbled with tiny air bubbles.

The six-winged woman's eyes had no pupils, only two bottomless black vortexes. These two vortexes slowly rotated, emitting a cold chill that pierced straight into the Soul.

Her gaze locked directly onto Su Yang.

Crack, crack, crack!

Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the ten-meter-high transparent glass cylinder. The cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb.

Bang!

A muffled, thunderous sound rang out. The incredibly sturdy special glass shattered completely. Tons of green preservative liquid poured down like a waterfall, instantly submerging the metal floor of the classified space.

The green liquid, carrying a pungent chemical odor, flowed everywhere.

Bai Li quickly waved the round fan in her hand, and a layer of purple demonic energy light shield instantly expanded, protecting everyone in the center. The green liquid struck the light shield, emitting a hissing corrosive sound.

Having lost the liquid's buoyancy, the six-winged woman on the cross felt her body sink sharply.

Six dark golden long nails that pierced through her wrists, ankles, and shoulder blades were stuck firmly in her flesh. Dark red blood slowly dripped along the wounds, hitting the metal floor.

"Pure Yang Body... It's been tens of thousands of years, finally waited for a living person..."

The woman's voice did not travel through the air but exploded directly in everyone's minds. The voice was ethereal and drifting, yet carried a powerful force capable of bewitching people's hearts.

Qin Xueji covered her head with both hands, her face as pale as paper. Her Mental Energy at the Core Formation Stage was extremely fragile in the face of such pressure. She only felt as if countless steel needles were frantically stabbing inside her mind.

Mary flapped her black bat wings, hovering in mid-air. Her tight leather outfit outlined her hot figure. She looked at the woman on the cross with a face full of disgust.

"A bird person with black wings, daring to shout while nailed to a rack. Truly courting death." Mary extended sharp blood-colored claws from her ten fingers, ready to rush up at any moment.

Chu Ling, in an ice-blue long dress fluttering in the wind, had a layer of frost on her beautiful face. A dark blue mysterious ice sword had already condensed in her hand.

Su Yang stood at the edge of the green liquid, his hands in his casual pants pockets, his expression calm as water. His Divine Soul at the Soul Transformation Stage Great Perfection was like an indestructible holy mountain; the external mental bewitchment blowing against him did not even cause a single ripple.

"Mortal. Pull out the Dragon-Locking Nails on this seat."

The woman's voice sounded in their minds again. Her tone was condescending, carrying an irresistible command.

"This seat is the Six-Winged Fallen Angel of the Abyss Demon Realm. As long as you help this seat escape, this seat will bestow upon you supreme Demonic Technique, ensuring you can run rampant in the starry sky."

Su Yang did not speak. He pulled out his right hand, strode forward, and stepped directly through the green liquid covering the floor, walking towards the black cross.

Walking to the front of the cross, Su Yang tilted his head up, looking at the stunningly beautiful woman nailed to it.

"When asking for a favor, your attitude should be proper." Su Yang's tone was flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

The black vortexes in the woman's eye sockets stopped rotating. It seemed she hadn't expected this human to dare to speak to her in such a tone.

Su Yang didn't waste words; he directly raised his right hand and grabbed the dark golden long nail piercing through the woman's left shoulder blade.

The moment he touched the long nail.

Hum!

The surface of the long nail erupted with blinding purple lightning. These Dragon-Locking Nails were engraved with vicious Restrictions from the Interstellar Court. Once interfered with by external force, they would instantly release tens of millions of volts of high-voltage current.

The violent lightning spread frantically along the long nail onto Su Yang's arm.

"Scrap metal."

The muscles in Su Yang's right arm instantly bulged high. His Pure Yang True Qi surged like a volcanic eruption.

The dazzling golden Pure Yang True Fire directly enveloped his entire right arm completely. The high temperature caused the surrounding air to distort severely.

The extremely rigid and Yang flame directly burned the purple lightning into nothingness.

Su Yang exerted force with his five fingers and pulled it out fiercely.

Puchi!

Accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of flesh friction, the half-meter-long dark golden nail was forcibly pulled out by Su Yang with his bare hands!

Dark black demonic blood gushed out like a fountain from the woman's wound.

The woman let out a painful muffled groan. Her body trembled violently, and the six black wings on her back flapped frantically.

Su Yang did not stop his actions; his figure moved flexibly in mid-air.

His right hand was as fast as lightning, grabbing the remaining five long nails in succession.

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

The sound of pulling out the nails continued uninterrupted. One after another, the dark golden long nails were thrown directly onto the metal floor, making crisp sounds.

The last long nail hit the ground.

The woman completely lost her support. Her delicate body fell straight down from mid-air.

Su Yang stood in place, his hands back in his pants pockets, with no intention of reaching out to catch her.

Bang!

The woman fell heavily onto the metal floor covered in green liquid. Her stunningly beautiful face was covered in preservative liquid and her own black blood, looking extremely disheveled.

The six black wings lay powerlessly on the ground, the feathers covered in filth.

The woman panted heavily, lying on the ground. The hundred-thousand-year Seal had left the Origin power in her body nearly dried up.

She raised her head with difficulty, her pure black eyes staring fixedly at Su Yang. There was no gratitude in her eyes, only deep resentment and anger.

"Presumptuous Mortal! How dare you let this seat fall to the ground!"

The woman gritted her teeth, and a black crack suddenly opened between her eyebrows.

A mass of Death Qi as thick as ink instantly shot out from the crack. The Death Qi transformed into a pitch-black Soul blade, carrying the terrifying power to strip away life, heading straight for Su Yang's throat.

Just having escaped, she immediately dealt a lethal blow!

Facing this sudden fatal strike, Su Yang's expression remained without a ripple.

"Ungrateful thing."

Su Yang stomped his right foot heavily on the ground.

Boom!

A circle of golden fire waves swept frantically in all directions from the soles of his feet. The Pure Yang True Fire was like an indestructible golden high wall, instantly blocking in front of him.

The black Soul blade struck the wall of fire.

Hiss!

A piercing sound of melting rang out. The sinister Death Qi could not even hold out for a single breath in front of the extremely rigid and Yang flame, and was directly evaporated into white smoke filling the air, completely dissipating into nothingness.

Su Yang took a step out, passing through the wall of fire, and appeared directly in front of the woman.

He raised his right leg high, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, and stomped fiercely onto the woman's back. To be precise, he stepped on the root of one of her black wings.

"Ah—!"

The crisp sound of bone breaking rang out. The woman let out an extremely shrill scream. The immense power pinned her entire body firmly against the metal floor, completely unable to move a single bit.

"Biting people right after I let you down. It seems the Interstellar Court's punishment wasn't severe enough; it didn't teach you the rules." Su Yang looked down at the woman on the ground, his eyes as cold as knives.

The woman struggled desperately, attempting to flap her remaining wings to resist.

Su Yang exerted sudden force under his foot. Pure Yang True Fire surged from the sole of his foot, directly igniting the woman's black wings.

The excruciating pain of high temperatures roasting her Soul caused the woman to completely collapse.

"Stop! This seat was wrong!" the woman begged frantically in the raging fire.

"Call me Master." Su Yang's tone was flat.

The woman bit her lip in humiliation, black blood flowing into her mouth. Faced with the Pure Yang True Fire capable of making her Soul fly away and scatter, dignity was completely worthless.

"Master... This servant was wrong..." The woman's voice trembled, and she finally lowered her high head.

"Hand over your Life-Bound Soul Blood." Su Yang proposed the condition mercilessly.

The woman did not hesitate at all. She forced out a drop of pure Soul blood flickering with a black eerie light from between her eyebrows, and it respectfully floated towards Su Yang.

Su Yang casually absorbed the Soul blood into his palm and placed a Divine Sense imprint on it. This also meant that this woman's life and death would henceforth be in Su Yang's hands with a single thought.

Withdrawing his right foot, the flames instantly extinguished.

The woman lay limp on the ground, panting heavily. The white long dress on her body had been burned into tattered rags, revealing large areas of snow-white, delicate skin. Her name was Night Blade, a surviving high-tier lineage from the Abyss Demon Realm. Back then, she was captured by the Interstellar Court through a scheme and imprisoned here to extract her Demonic Path Origin, and she had been locked up for long, long years.

Mary flew down from mid-air, arms crossed in front of her chest, looking down at Night Blade from above.

"Ugly monster with black wings, from now on at home you must call me Sister Mary, hear me? If you dare not to listen, I will draw a tube of your blood every day!" Mary waved her small fist, asserting her sovereignty.

Night Blade lowered her head, not daring to retort.

Chu Ling stepped forward, her ice-blue eyes revealing a hint of scrutiny.

"Boss, this bird person has very heavy Yin Qi on her; keeping her as a thug wouldn't be bad."

Su Yang did not pay attention to the women's conversation.

He turned his head to look behind him.

The air in the classified space underwent a ripple-like distortion.

The holographic projection of the virtual woman "Zero" instantly condensed and formed in front of Su Yang. Zero was wearing a silver tight-fitting combat suit, and there was no human emotional fluctuation on her stunningly beautiful face.

"Dominator. All resource vaults of the Ares Fortress have been inventoried."

Zero's voice was ethereal and cold, carrying the unique texture of a machine.

"One hundred thousand tons of high-purity Star Purple Gold, five million standard energy blocks, and all high-tier weapon blueprints have all been transferred to the storage warehouse of the Elementary Inner World. Transfer progress is one hundred percent. The entire fortress has become an empty shell."

Hearing Zero's report, excitement flashed in Qin Xueji's beautiful eyes. If this wealth were placed in the Secular World, it would be enough to buy hundreds of planets.

Su Yang nodded with satisfaction.

"Well done. This broken fortress is useless anyway, get ready to go home."

Su Yang strode forward, taking the lead as he walked towards the door of the classified space.