290: The Final Assault on the Demon Realm (Complete)

"Hiss, that insidious bastard hits really hard."

Olexia winced in pain, her pink mist churning as it quickly tried to block the wound, but the effect was minimal.

"Die!"

The withered face beneath Zhu Yan's hood twisted into a grin, his second claw following closely behind, aiming straight for the Goddess of Desire's throat.

"Ding~"

A clear sword hum exploded, and a cyan sword aura, condensed to the extreme, arrived first despite being launched later, precisely striking the center of Zhu Yan's claw.

"Puchi~"

The sword aura pierced through the filthy energy, exploding into a bloody hole in the palm of Zhu Yan's hand.

"Who is it?" Zhu Yan was shocked and furious, his heterochromatic eyes scanning toward the source of the sword aura.

Ripples spread through the void, and Sister Meng stepped out in her green robes. The sword aura on her fingertips had not yet dissipated, and her gaze was cold enough to shatter souls.

"Attacking a deity of the Netherworld? Zhu Yan, you're tired of living."

She didn't even look at Zhu Yan, instead flicking a half-bloomed flower of the other shore to Olexia. "Sister, catch. This flower is quite effective at dispelling filth."

Olexia hurriedly caught the flower, pressed it against her shoulder, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Meng Jiang. I'll treat you to milk tea later, with double pearls." The wound stopped bleeding and healed visibly, though her suit sleeve was completely ruined.

Zhu Yan clutched his bleeding palm, his heterochromatic eyes locked onto Meng Jiang: "Lady Meng, you..."

Before he could finish, the void above his head "cracked" open with a large gap.

A black boot embroidered with gold phoenix patterns stepped out, precisely stomping on the spot where Zhu Yan had just been standing.

Zhu Yan dodged in a sorry state, and the spot where he had been standing was left with spiderweb cracks.

Shang Wan Ning brushed non-existent dust off her boot, looking down at him with disdain: "Old guy, are you going to pay for the damages to the Netherworld? The jade bricks of the Ghost Gate Pass are very expensive."

Zhu Yan was so angry his hood was shaking: "Successor of the Netherworld, you are presumptuous."

"You what you!"

Chen Yu's voice suddenly exploded from the amplification artifact at the edge of the battlefield, with extremely high piercing power.

"Your Majesty, Sister Meng, Sister Meng, Goddess of Desire. Let's beat the crap out of him together. This old turtle owes money and won't pay it back. Let him experience the combo punch of the four gods of the Netherworld."

Zhu Yan: "..."

The corner of Meng Jiang's mouth twitched slightly.

Shang Wan Ning awkwardly covered her forehead, and Olexia let out a "pfft" of laughter.

Niu Mengmeng roared from a warship in the distance: "White-Haired Loli, shut up, don't interfere with the friendly forces' output."

The atmosphere on the battlefield suddenly became strange.

"Noisy!"

Zhu Yan suddenly roared in rage, candle flames burning wildly in one pupil, while stars spun crazily in the other.

"Filth · Myriad Devour."

He roared earth-shatteringly. Shang Wan Ning, Meng Jiang, and Olexia instantly tensed up, their divine power ready to be unleashed.

As a result, the next second.

Just after Zhu Yan finished roaring, his hood "popped" and bulged, and his whole body blurred on the spot, like a projection with a bad signal. With a "whoosh," he was gone!

Only a small ball of filthy energy remained in the sky, twisting symbolically.

The air suddenly went quiet.

Shang Wan Ning's fist, fully charged with divine power, stopped in mid-air: "..."

The sword aura on Sister Meng's fingertips had just lit up and then extinguished, "Heh."

Olexia brushed her torn suit sleeve: "Ran... ran away?"

Niu Mengmeng carried her fork, her little face blank: "This Old Lady had already struck a pose, and this is what he shows us?"

"Damn it, the old turtle has no martial virtue, using a smoke bomb to run away." Chen Yu's raspy voice exploded across the field through the loudspeaker, shaking loose stones from the Ghost Gate Pass.

"Your Majesty, Sister Meng, Goddess of Desire. Chase him! He must have gone to steal the base, the Netherworld Origin, the fragments of the xuan pin gate."

"Shut up, save some of the loudspeaker's spiritual energy." Niu Mengmeng roared back, annoyed.

Shang Wan Ning's face was as black as the bottom of a pot; she felt like she had been played for a monkey. Her boot heel fiercely crushed three floor tiles.

"Zhu Yan!!!"

Fortunately, Sister Meng was the calmest, and after calculating, she said: "Direction, the Netherworld core seal area. The residual fluctuations of the space jump are very strong; we can't catch up."

"Then what do we do?" Olexia frowned, the flower of the other shore on her shoulder quickly repairing her wound.

"Are we really going to let him dig up the Netherworld?"

"Dig up the Netherworld?"

Shang Wan Ning was so angry she laughed, her black phoenix robe rustling. "Pass my decree, the entire Netherworld enters 'Turtle Catching' mode. Set all defensive formations to maximum power. Where is Ling Qi? Tell her to activate the highest level of surveillance."

As soon as the order was given, a purple talisman at Shang Wan Ning's waist lit up, and Ling Qi's cold, waveless voice sounded directly.

"Your Majesty, abnormal spatial fluctuations have been detected invading the periphery of the core seal area. Target confirmed, Zhu Yan."

"The main River of Forgetfulness formation has activated 'Turtle Rejection Mode,' Space Anchor is in progress... Anchoring failed. The target's energy body is special; the main formation cannot fully lock on."

"Damn, useless formation." Olexia was irritable for the first time, cursing back in a low voice.

"Please mind your divine decorum, Your Excellency."

"Backup plan activated: All 'Eyes of the Netherworld' monitoring nodes have been activated, and the spatial disturbance rate in the core area is being shared in real-time."

"Additionally, the Logistics Department reminds: The post-war repair costs for the Ghost Gate Pass and surrounding buildings are preliminarily estimated at 22.8 billion incense offerings. Should the bill be charged to Your Majesty's account or deducted from Zhu Yan's inheritance?"

Shang Wan Ning: "..." She felt like she had been stabbed in the heart again.

Sister Meng patted Shang Wan Ning on the shoulder, taking the opportunity to take advantage. "Don't worry, that old turtle might be able to get in, but he might not be able to get out. That core seal area has even trapped me before."

She looked at Olexia: "Sister, can you still fight?"

The Goddess of Desire exercised her healed shoulder, her red lips curving into a dangerous arc: "Beat up the old turtle? Count me in. He has to pay for my custom suit."

"And me..." Niu Mengmeng slammed her giant fork into the ground, "Double the demolition fees."

"Me~ Me~ Me~" Chen Yu hopped up and raised her hand, "I'm responsible for shouting 666 and recording the old turtle's last words."

Shang Wan Ning took a deep breath, suppressing the anger of being played, and her imperial dignity forcibly returned.

"Good, target, core seal area. Close the door and beat the turtle!"

Netherworld, periphery of the core seal area.

The space rippled violently like water surface with a stone thrown into it. Zhu Yan's figure turned from virtual to real, and the withered face beneath his hood revealed a sinister smile of success.

It worked. The main force of the Netherworld was dragged into the Demon and Ghost Gate Pass, which was just the right time when the core was empty.

He raised his withered claw, dark golden filthy energy slowly condensing, preparing to violently tear open the last layer of spatial seal.

"Hey! I planted this tree, and I opened this road. If you want to pass this road, leave the road toll!" A crisp and arrogant child's voice sounded abruptly.

Zhu Yan's movements stiffened, and his heterochromatic eyes swept over.

Only to see a pink-carved and jade-polished little girl squatting on the ancient stone tablet at the entrance of the seal area, which read "Netherworld Restricted Area, No Idling Deities Allowed."

The little girl was about five or six years old, wearing two buns, a red bellyband, and dangling her bare feet.

She was holding a cold, gleaming utility knife in her hand, gesturing at the air.

Zhu Yan: "???"

"What are you looking at?"

The little girl put her hands on her hips, pointing the utility knife at Zhu Yan, "I'm talking about you, you sneaky old man. You want to enter my warehouse? Have you asked the Realm Spirit?"