265: Demon Realm (2)

"Lord Prefectural City God~" Feng Xi's voice was a little strained.

The White-Haired Loli stood motionless, her sleeves fluttering without wind, releasing a faint, chilling aura.

The malevolent energy from the wolf's claw whipped her bangs into disarray, the tip of the claw barely three inches from her brow.

She suddenly looked up, her ink-black pupils churning with the unique chill of the Netherworld, like two deep wells that had frozen souls.

The small hand hidden in her sleeve gripped the tattered cloth pouch even tighter.

Chen Yu let out a cold shout: "The dignity of the Underworld..." This sharp cry wasn't loud, but it pierced the ear drums of every Gray-Backed Wolf like a crossbow bolt.

Feng Xi trembled all over.

He used his last bit of strength to emit a sound wave, causing the fur of the remaining Grass Spirit Dog Clan members behind him to stand on end.

A low resonance rumbled in their throats; the roars across the field carried the entire clan's desperate ferocity.

Wolf Butcher's giant claw pressed down to within an inch of Chen Yu's head... Chen Yu raised her hand, and the tattered cloth pouch was flung towards the wolf's claw.

With a "thump," the cloth ripped apart, and the Bone-Corroding Vine Seeds inside splattered everywhere.

Wolf Butcher curled his lips into a sinister grin.

"Hmph, idiot."

The wolf's claw no longer hesitated, sweeping down with a foul wind, seemingly about to smash the White-Haired Loli into a pile of flesh.

"Explode." The word Chen Yu squeezed through her teeth was hoarse like a broken gong.

Instantly, all the scattered seeds burst forth with dazzling golden light! They clung directly to Wolf Butcher's claw flesh, burning fiercely.

His face twisted in pain, he clenched his molars and said nothing, but abruptly retracted his front claw.

His entire wolf arm was charred and smoking, and the golden light on the wound gnawed madly at his flesh and blood like a living thing.

"Good opportunity!" Feng Xi was ecstatic at the sight, leading the Grass Spirit Dogs in an earth-shattering roar.

The Gray-Backed Wolf pack was thrown into disarray by the sudden counterattack.

"Bone-Corroding Golden Vine, specialized in countering demonic evil."

Chen Yu wiped away the blood foam from her lips, forcing her small, flat back straight. "Take one more step forward, and your entire clan will fill this Lord's flower field."

Wolf Butcher anxiously licked his charred front claw, the fear brought by the words "Underworld" deeply ingrained in his bones.

His crimson single eye repeatedly scanned Chen Yu's pale little face, and an unwilling beastly roar rumbled in his throat.

"Lord..." Feng Xi leaned close to Chen Yu, her wrist trembling violently.

"Don't show weakness... This Lord is about to collapse..." The White-Haired Loli's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and her vision was dimming.

Wolf Butcher pawed at the ground back and forth, his single eye frantically darting between Chen Yu and his injured claw.

Just at this tense moment—

"Woof woof... bark bark..."

Familiar barks mixed with the sound of metal friction clearly came from the direction of the huge, Ancient Chinese Scholar Tree behind the village.

Chen Yu's ears perked up: "It's Big Dog and them!"

Feng Xi's face changed drastically: "Damn it, our clan's hidden hidden traces moss wine is in the old Scholar Tree's hollow!"

The dog barks were like a spark igniting a powder keg.

Wolf Butcher's single eye blazed with fierce light, his last shred of reason swallowed by murderous savagery.

He no longer cared if the person in front of him was real or fake, roaring as he charged again, faster, his bloody maw locking onto Chen Yu's throat.

"It's over, it's over~"

Feng Xi screamed in despair, her vine-like arm instantly hardening and blocking in front of Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's pupils constricted, squeezing out the last trace of depleted spiritual energy from her body; a wisp of Netherworld Qi, almost dispersed, barely gathered at her fingertip.

Just as the foul-smelling demonic qi was spraying onto her face.

A thick bolt of thunder flame tore through the sky. The lightning, like a sword of divine punishment, struck between Wolf Butcher and Chen Yu.

Boom—

The Grass Spirit Village territory, spanning ten thousand li, exploded with a roar.

Scorched earth and gravel shot into the sky.

The violent shockwave violently flung Wolf Butcher, who was in mid-air, sending him crashing like a cannonball into a large group of Grey-Backed Wolves behind him.

Chen Yu and Feng Xi were also shaken back repeatedly, almost falling.

The lingering power of the lightning still hissed and crackled in the air.

At the edge of the pit, a phantom silently solidified.

She stood in the eastern shadow of the old Scholar Tree behind the village, her indigo horse-face skirt motionless, her long hair undisturbed.

Her deep eyes reflected a chilling killing intent—it was Meng Jiang, who had just emerged from seclusion and torn through space to arrive.

Her divine sense swept over the chaotic Gray-Backed Wolf pack.

She spoke faintly: "Underworld, Lady Meng."

"Who gave you the guts to touch my woman?"

Wolf Butcher struggled to his feet from the pile of rubble, half his body charred black and carbonized. He sensed the irresistible divine pressure emanating from Lady Meng.

For the first time, pure fear, originating from the depths of his soul, appeared in his single eye.

Danger warnings spun frantically in his sea of consciousness: It's a god! An Yin God from the Underworld! It's the Underworld that struck fear into all Demons a thousand years ago—it has truly... appeared in the world.

Chen Yu plopped down onto the scorching earth, looking at the purple figure. She opened her mouth, and after a long while, a sentence squeezed out from her throat:

"Sister Meng... you've finally come out of seclusion..." She took a breath, using her last bit of strength to complain.

"Dead fox... you finally deigned to use purple panties." As soon as her words fell, her eyes went completely black, and she fainted.

Meng Jiang looked at the collapsed white-haired furball on the ground, her eye twitching, almost laughing in exasperation on the spot.

She had just emerged from seclusion, her divine power not yet warmed up, and she was used as a summoning tool by a pair of panties.

Even a working god wouldn't be this aggrieved. What's more, the sight of Ling Qi holding the panties, her face as grim as a coffin, reciting lines in front of a large group of Underworld Researchers... Meng Jiang felt her divine sense burn with embarrassment.

Meng Jiang glanced at her solidified phantom, relieved that this was just a clone projected by tearing space.

Her true body was still stabilizing her seventh-tier divine power in the Netherworld.

Rescuing someone? Too much trouble.

Crossing planes caused too much commotion and easily exposed the fact that her realm was still a bit unstable after her recent recovery.

Mainly... it was too humiliating for a god.

What Ling Qi did was practically rubbing her godhood on the ground.

"Fine." Meng Jiang silently thought, her divine sense stirring, making up her mind.

"After cleaning up this mess, I'll go back into seclusion. I won't come out for at least a year or two until my cultivation is consolidated."

As thoughts raced through her mind, her gaze returned to Wolf Butcher, who was struggling to get up.

"Underworld... Lady Meng..." Wolf Butcher trembled uncontrollably, carbonized bits flaking off his charred half-body.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I'll scram right away, I'll scram right away!" He tucked his wolf tail between his legs, a whimper escaping his throat, and turned to flee.

"You touched my person, and you think you can leave with just a misunderstanding?" Meng Jiang didn't move, casually pointing an empty finger towards the Gray-Backed Wolf pack.

The several hundred elite Gray-Backed Wolf cavalry charging at the front didn't even have time to howl. Their massive bodies instantly turned to dust, scattered by the wind.

Absolute silence enveloped Grass Spirit Village.

Even the scent of blood was frozen by the invisible divine pressure.

The remaining Grey-Backed Wolves froze in place, pissing and shitting themselves, trembling like sieves.

Wolf Butcher's single eye was wide to the point of almost splitting, and he completely collapsed to the ground. Gurgling sounds came from his mouth, unable to even beg for mercy.

Meng Jiang didn't even spare him another glance, her divine sense shifting to Chen Yu.

Her pretty face was pale, blood foam still clinging to her lips, and her breathing was weak.

"Troublemaker." Meng Jiang muttered to herself, her tone devoid of emotion.