288: The Final Assault on the Demon Realm (Part 1)

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, the light in her eyes behind the lenses showing no ripple. She lightly tapped the area representing the "Floating Island" on the sand table.

"Pass the order: Activate the Great Wangchuan Formation."

"Target area, the core of the Floating Island in the eastern Demon. Seal the space and block all leakage of demonic energy."

"The Underworld's direct Ghost Soldier Legions, First through Fourth Legions, set out immediately according to the 'Turtle Hunt' plan."

"Logistics Department, activate the highest level wartime supply channel."

The orders were concise and clear, spreading through the core departments of the Underworld instantly via a special communication network.

The entire Netherworld was like a precise war machine, rapidly operating at high speed.

Ling Qi picked up the last Purple Talisman on the table, which was engraved with an ancient Demon script totem for "Zhu."

"Zhu Yan..." she murmured in a low voice, her fingertips applying pressure as the Purple Talisman shattered into powder with a "crack."

"The Underworld's thousand-year-old debt, it's time to settle it."

The powder fell from between her fingers, as if scattering the first handful of paper money for this long-overdue millennium battle... In the eastern Demon, the void on the outskirts of the Floating Island suddenly trembled.

"Buzz!"

It wasn't a loud noise, but the space itself letting out a low groan.

Countless translucent spatial ripples surged violently, and the chaotic, mixed demonic energy crashed into the ripples. Like being blocked by a dam, it was held at the outskirts.

The Great Wangchuan Formation was activated!

Immediately after, at the center of the ripples, several gates of the passages swung open.

No thunderous war drums, no stirring horns.

Only the murderous aura of the Netherworld's deathly silence surged out from the gates. It instantly flooded the entire battlefield on the outskirts of the Floating Island.

The first ship, the second... a total of twelve Netherworld Warships, horrifyingly shaped like dragon bones, glided silently out of the passages.

The ghostly blue spirit patterns on the hulls flowed, overflowing with Yin energy that made the demonic people shudder.

The warship decks were densely packed.

Not the expected green-faced and long-fanged Ghost Messengers, but Ghost Soldiers arrayed in strict formations, wearing standard-issue Netherworld Armor.

Black Armor covered their entire bodies, revealing only two points of ghostly blue soul-fire at the eyes, cold and orderly.

In this atmosphere of extreme solemnity:

"Dong!"

A dull thud pierced the buzzing of the void, clearly striking the eardrums of every Ghost Soldier and Chen Yu and the others in the distance.

At the bow of the leading warship, 'an object' was slammed heavily onto the deck.

It was a steel fork with an extremely exaggerated design, its handle thicker than the waist of an adult Demon. The three prongs glinted with a cold light, exuding a ferocity that could easily pierce through a mountain peak.

And the one clutching this ferocious weapon was actually a two-meter-tall king kong barbie wearing a clear Ghost Soldier Marshal's armor.

Niu Mengmeng felt her helmet was a bit crooked. She laboriously stood on her tiptoes and used her free small hand to "slap" the red tassel on the helmet. The helmet wobbled, but the red tassel still stubbornly tilted to the other side.

At that moment, the scene was indescribably bizarre.

Chen Yu nearly popped her eyes out: "Sister Niu???"

Feng Xi: "..."

[Uh~ The Grass Spirit Dog Clan leader's cognition is undergoing a shock +1,008,611.]

"Um~ A miscalculation, a miscalculation. Please ignore This Old Lady's failed attempt to look cool."

Niu Mengmeng finally gave up her struggle with the helmet. She took a deep breath, but her chest showed no movement.

Then she suddenly raised the giant fork, which contrasted terrifyingly with her figure, and roared toward the Floating Island in a voice loud enough to shatter barriers: "Zhu Yan, you old turtle, the thousand years are up, This Old Lady has come for revenge!!!"

"Boom~"

While her words were still echoing around, the giant fork in her hand had already turned into a dark light that tore through space.

Carrying the momentum of world-ending destruction, it smashed heavily toward the seemingly weak colored spatial barrier on the outskirts of the Floating Island.

Floating Island core, Star-Gazing Platform.

Zhu Yan stood before the Star Orbit Instrument, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting countless starlight trajectories.

The deafening spatial blockade fluctuations outside, the bone-piercing murderous aura of the Ghost Soldiers, and Niu Mengmeng's world-shaking "house-demolishing" declaration all seemed unable to shake him in the slightest.

"Great Wangchuan Formation... Ghost Soldier Legions... Ox-Head..." he murmured to himself, as if describing matters that had nothing to do with him.

"Hahaha, old acquaintances."

He tapped the Star Orbit Instrument once with his palm. A faint candle flame phantom danced at his fingertips, showing the battlefield scene outside.

The spatial passages were wide open, Ghost Soldiers were arrayed, and the giant fork tore through the air... As the candle flame flickered, the image continued to twist and decompose, turning into countless tiny points of light that merged into the operation of the Star Orbit Instrument.

"Spatial seal? Heh."

The corners of Zhu Yan's lips curled into a sneer. "What is sealed is merely the 'space' within your cognition."

His heterochromatic eyes flickered slightly, and the candle flame on his index finger suddenly brightened a bit.

"Crack... crack..."

On the outskirts of the Floating Island, at the edge of the spatial area sealed by the Great Wangchuan Formation, several thin, irregular cracks opened without warning.

These cracks continuously oozed thick filth, emitting a planar corruption that made the Ghost Soldiers feel nauseous.

Even more bizarrely, the murky energy rapidly condensed and twisted, transforming into ferocious "Demon Soldiers" with violent and filthy auras.

They had no sanity left, only combat instinct, and they roared as they pounced toward the newly arrayed Netherworld Warships.

"Creations of planar corruption???" Meng Jiang's eyes sharpened, and the flower of the other shore in her hand instantly withered.

Shang Wan Ning also frowned: "As expected, he's using this stuff."

"Wow! Zhu Yan, you old turtle, you're not playing fair, releasing biological weapons." Chen Yu cried out, but her reaction was incredibly fast.

She patted the leather bag at her waist. "Pups, have a snack, gnaw on these 'dirty things' first."

"At worst, if you get indigestion, I'll take you to see the Ghost Doctor when we get back."

"Woof woof woof!"

The Iron-Haired Dog pack, which had been held back all the way, excitedly surged out again, transforming into over a hundred scorched black whirlwinds that leaped toward those filthy Demon Soldiers without fear of death.

The Netherworld Yin energy on the dogs' teeth seemed to have a special restraining effect on the filthy energy, making those filthy Demon Soldiers screech in pain as they were bitten.

Niu Mengmeng smashed her fork onto the barrier, causing eye-searing sparks to explode. The barrier shook up and down but did not break.

She knitted her small brows, clearly unsatisfied with this result. Seeing the filthy Demon Soldiers surging from the cracks and attacking her fleet, she instantly became furious.

"Hey! Where did these dirty things come from, daring to stop This Old Lady from demolishing the house?"

Her body suddenly sank, her feet stepping out fine, crisscrossing cracks on the warship's deck.

She gripped the giant fork that was taller than her and performed a violent spin on the spot... "Get~ out~ of~ This Old Lady's~ way!"

"Boom!!!"

A black shockwave, compressed purely by brute force, swept out in a fan shape.

Everywhere it passed, space let out a roar of being overburdened.

The Demon Soldiers exploded the moment they made contact, shattering into foul-smelling dark gold slime.

The shockwave's momentum continued unabated, crashing into the barrier on the outskirts of the Floating Island, and the light instantly dimmed across a large area.

Shang Wan Ning's eyes twitched: "Mengmeng's strength... even a Seventh-rank Body Refiner would have to call her ancestor, right?"

"She has improved quite a bit over the years."

Meng Jiang turned her gaze toward the core Star-Gazing Platform, sword qi flickering at her fingertips.

"Your Majesty, Zhu Yan is stalling for time."