122: Though we are far apart, we are close at heart.

"Die!"

The Seventh Prince Zhao Yin's roar was accompanied by monstrous demonic might, and the sinister Nine-Child Mother Soul Sword in his hand let out a shrill infant's wail that could tear apart the Divine Soul!

Nine pale skulls suddenly detached from the sword's spine, growing with the wind into nine house-sized demonic heads, whose eye sockets spewed venomous black flames. They formed a bizarre formation, like nine falling demonic stars, biting down towards Lin Jingyu below!

The air was corroded into nine dark trails, a fierce yin wind howled, and myriad souls wailed!

This was a supremely evil strike, condensed from the resentful souls of countless young boys and girls, specifically designed to pollute the Physical Body and corrode the Divine Soul!

An ordinary Dharma Aspect Realm Cultivator would collapse upon contact!

Facing this overwhelmingly evil attack, Lin Jingyu's eyes held only a cold indifference.

Having just torn apart the Abyssal Dominator's claw, his Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body had reached the Early Stage, and the Rule of Strength had reached Minor Achievement!

This bit of resentful evil Qi didn't even qualify to shake his will!

He didn't even bother to use his fists and feet.

In his left eye, a Chaos-colored flame ignited silently!

Buzz!

A Chaos fire line, condensed to the extreme and seemingly capable of incinerating all things in the world, shot out from his left pupil! The fire line was as thin as hair, yet it contained the destructive aura from the beginning of creation!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!

The Chaos fire line swept across the Void Realm!

The nine terrifying giant demonic heads, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, were instantly vaporized before they could even let out a wail!

The resentful black flames and filthy Demonic Qi entwined around them were ignited and purified like fuel before the higher-level Chaos Divine Fire, turning into nothingness in an instant!

"What?! My... My divine sword!"

Zhao Yin's eyes were about to split, and the demonic sword in his hand let out a painful hum. The nine skull holes on the sword's spine turned charred black, and its spirituality was greatly damaged!

This was almost his strongest trump card, yet it was broken by the opponent with a single glance!

Fear, like a cold viper, for the first time truly bit into Zhao Yin's heart!

With no Battle Intent left, Demonic Qi erupted around him, and he intended to transform into a black light and flee!

"Too late."

Lin Jingyu's cold voice was like the pronouncement of death.

He took a step!

There was no earth-shattering momentum; space beneath his feet seemed to lose its meaning of distance.

One moment he was still above the ruins, the next, his massive palm, covered with a faint Primordial Violet Qi and imbued with the great power of the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body, had firmly clamped Zhao Yin's neck like an iron hoop!

Crack!

Zhao Yin's grotesque bone armor shattered in response! His protective Demonic Qi burst like a bubble!

"Ugh... ho-ho..." Zhao Yin's eyes bulged, his face twisted in contortion from suffocation and extreme fear.

Feeling his fragile neck being gripped by a terrifying hand capable of crushing stars, the shadow of death instantly swallowed him!

"Prince? Demon Lord? Nothing more than this." Lin Jingyu's voice contained no emotion, as if stating an insignificant fact.

He tightened his five fingers abruptly!

Pfft!

Zhao Yin's head, filled with terror, along with his struggling demonic body, exploded like a crushed rotten tomato!

Red, white, and black filth mixed with shattered bone armor and Demonic Qi splattered everywhere!

The sinister Nine-Child Mother Soul Sword let out a mournful cry, fell from the sky, and stuck into the ruins, its luster dim.

Lin Jingyu didn't even glance at the filth, nor did he bother to pick up the evil sword. He shook his hand, as if merely brushing off a speck of dust.

His gaze turned towards the Demon Suppression Division, where the energy collisions were more intense, and Qin Shanhe's aura was more chaotic!

"Director Qin, hold on."

Lin Jingyu's thought moved, and the divine radiance of the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body circulated through his bones, muscles, and flesh, instantly dispelling and annihilating the clinging filth. His figure blurred again.

This time, he no longer charged in a straight line, but advanced in a manner that almost merged with space.

With one step, his figure solidified a hundred zhang ahead; with another step, he was even further!

The Profound Truth of Shrinking the Ground to an Inch under his feet had already sublimated and transformed with the augmentation of the Minor Achievement Rule of Strength and the Early Stage Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Body!

Movement Technique, Major Achievement!

He moved as if traversing the gap between reality and the Void Realm, his speed reaching the extreme, yet strangely producing no sonic boom or fierce wind, only leaving a string of faint, rapidly dissipating spatial ripples behind him.

Along the way, those obstructing demonic beasts, collapsed buildings, and even some frantically fleeing Demonic Path Cultivators couldn't even catch his shadow. They only felt a slight fluctuation in the space before their eyes, and then their heads were separated from their bodies or they were cut into pieces by an invisible spatial force!

Demon Suppression Division Headquarters.

The once solemn and majestic black architectural complex had now become a bloody slaughterhouse!

The towering Demon Suppressing Pagoda was blasted in half, with viscous demonic flames burning at the break.

The huge plaza was littered with severed limbs and the black-armored corpses of Demon Suppression Division elites.

The remaining hundreds of Black Prison Institute experts, led by several formidable Prison Wardens, formed a broken mountain-like battle formation, struggling to hold on.

They faced an onslaught of elite demonic troops, surging like a tide!

These demonic troops wore uniform dark-red scale armor, wielded serrated battle blades burning with demonic flames, and advanced and retreated with order, clearly well-trained. Even more terrifying were the three figures suspended in the air!

The leader was nearly three zhang tall, resembling an upright giant lizard, covered in thick dark-green scales, with a ferocious head, exposed fangs, and a massive, bone-spiked tail dragging behind him.

In his hand, he held a bizarrely shaped giant weapon—it was a pale bone staff made from the polished spine of an unknown giant creature!

Embedded at the top of the bone staff was a huge heart that was still beating and exuding a rich bloody aura!

Every swing stirred up a bloody storm and produced dull, thunderous explosions!

This was Kui Mu, the Lizard Demon General, commander of this demonic army, a Cultivator of the Fifth Heaven of Dharma Manifestation Realm!

Beside Kui Mu were two slightly weaker Vice Commander (Vice Generals), both at Dharma Idol Realm Third Heaven: one wielded two crescent-shaped demonic blades, his figure flickering like a ghost; the other carried a massive demonic shield forged from countless twisted, suffering human faces, emitting desperate wails.

At the core of the battle formation, Qin Shanhe's hair stood on end, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and a phantom but incredibly heavy mountain Dharma Aspect surrounded him! He formed hand seals, controlling an ancient bronze great seal—the Mountain-Moving Seal!

Each time the great seal descended, it carried immense force, crushing swathes of demonic troops into paste or forcing back Kui Mu's terrifying bone staff attacks.

"Qin Shanhe! How much longer can you old turtle hold on?"

Kui Mu let out a deafening roar, his spine bone staff carrying immense demonic power, smashing fiercely towards the tottering mountain Dharma Aspect, "Your Black Prison Institute is destined to be erased today! This Imperial Capital will be the altar for our Dominator's arrival!"

Boom!

The bone staff and the bronze great seal collided again! The violent shockwave sent dozens of Black Prison Institute experts in the formation spitting blood and flying backward!

Qin Shanhe's face paled, and the mountain Dharma Aspect shook violently, cracks spreading!

He was, after all, only at the Early Stage of the Fifth Heaven of Dharma Manifestation Realm. Facing Kui Mu's Peak-level Fifth Heaven immense force and the attrition from the demonic army, he was already at the end of his rope!

"Director!" A Prison Warden's eyes were about to split as he watched the blood continuously spilling from Qin Shanhe's mouth.

"Fight to the death! For the Director, for the Demon Suppression Division!" Another Warden roared hoarsely, burning his vital blood to forcibly stabilize a corner of the battle formation.

However, a sense of despair spread. Kui Mu's wild laughter and the demonic army's roars were like a death knell.

Just as Qin Shanhe's mountain Dharma Aspect was about to collapse!

Kui Mu's lizard-like vertical pupils suddenly contracted! A terrifying sense of crisis, making his scales stand on end, struck from his rear-side without warning!

Fast! Faster than his Dharma Aspect Realm Fifth Heaven sensory limit!

He didn't even have time to fully turn around, only seeing a blurry purple-gold figure appearing beside him as if teleporting!

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations, only a fist covered with a faint Primordial Violet Qi, its muscle lines like divine metal poured, carrying a pure, ultimate 'strength,' silently striking towards the joint of his arm holding the spine bone staff!

"What the—" Kui Mu's horrified roar only managed to get halfway out.

Crack!

A spine-chilling crisp sound, as if divine metal had fractured!

That thick lizard arm, capable of directly clashing with Qin Shanhe's Mountain-Moving Seal and entwined with demonic patterns, along with the spine bone staff embedded with a huge heart in his hand, was blasted off at the shoulder by this punch!

At the severed joint, dark-green demonic blood gushed out like a fountain!

"Roar—!!!" Kui Mu let out an earth-shattering roar of pain, his massive body staggered backward, his single eye filled with unbelievable shock and intense agony!

The figure, having struck successfully, did not pause. It was as if he had merely done a trivial thing.

His figure blurred again, appearing like a ghost behind the Vice General wielding the double-moon demonic blades.

The Vice General reacted extremely quickly, his demonic blades spinning and cutting, creating a sharp whistling sound!

However, a large hand was faster! It arrived first, accurately clamping his blade-wielding wrist like iron tongs!

Crack!

His wrist, along with the demonic blade, was instantly crushed!

Immediately after, that large hand pressed onto his back!

Pfft!

This Dharma Idol Realm Third Heaven demonic general's entire chest was pierced through from front to back by an irresistible brute force!

A huge blood hole burst open! His demonic body was flung away like a broken sack, collapsing half of the broken pagoda!

The last Vice General, carrying the human-faced demonic shield, had just raised the demonic shield in front of him. Countless suffering human faces on the shield shrieked, forming a viscous shield of resentment!

The purple-gold figure merely raised a finger.

At the fingertip, a point of Primordial violet light, condensed to the extreme, flickered.

Chii!

A purple-gold finger-light, like a divine spear piercing through heaven and earth, ignored the shrieks of the resentment shield and the solidity of the demonic shield itself, instantly piercing through it!

And simultaneously detonated the head of the Vice General behind it!

Like a pouncing rabbit and a swooping falcon, it happened in a flash of lightning!

Three Dharma Aspect Realm demonic generals—one severely wounded with a severed arm, two dead! It all happened in an instant!

The entire chaotic battlefield seemed to hit a pause button. Both the furiously attacking demonic army and the desperately resisting Black Prison Institute experts stared dumbfounded at the burly figure slowly solidifying in the center of the field.

He stood in the center of the shattered plaza, beneath him Kui Mu's gushing demonic blood and the mangled corpses of two demonic generals.

The Primordial Violet Qi around him was restrained, yet he exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed heaven and earth, indestructible through myriad tribulations.

It was as if his mere presence was an insurmountable divine mountain!

Qin Shanhe looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure, feeling the vast aura on him that far surpassed before, especially the Rule of Strength and the immortal charm that made even his heart palpitate. In his tired old eyes, an incredulous light burst forth, mixed with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster: "Lin... Little friend Lin?! You... you've made a Breakthrough?!"

Lin Jingyu nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the entire battlefield of terrified demonic troops, finally resting on Kui Mu, who was severely wounded with a severed arm and staring at him with venomous single eye. His voice was calm, yet it was like a chilling wind from the Nine Netherworlds:

"Now, it's your turn to die."