373: Triple Extortion

“Does Your Excellency understand what divine blood means?”

The Meatball locked onto Shadow Fierce.

“The blood of a subordinate god is debatable, but Avila's divine blood is incredibly precious. How dare you covet it?”

Shadow Fierce showed no fear, her smile becoming increasingly ferocious, her phoenix eyes beneath the mask full of calculation: “Since my Master dares to ask, naturally we have the confidence to demand it.”

“If Mother Goddess doesn't even have this much sincerity, then this cooperation... we might as well end it early.”

As she spoke, the Abyssal filth surrounding her intensified, subtly radiating a sense of oppression.

She secretly crushed half a vial of [Fallen God's Blood] in her palm, allowing the pseudo-Evil God's divine might to spread out.

The Meat Chunk paused, the crimson glow in its eyeball stalling.

It was clearly stunned by the sudden surge in oppressive power.

It knew clearly in its heart.

A mere seventh-rank subordinate god would never dare challenge it like this.

This outrageous demand must have come from the “Abyssal Sovereign.”

“Your master's appetite is simply too large,” the Meat Chunk repeated.

Its tentacles gradually drooped, as it secretly weighed the pros and cons.

“I cannot obtain the God of Light's divine blood; that old woman Astrea is extremely vigilant, and I cannot get near her.”

Shadow Fierce detected the other party's hesitation.

[It worked!]

“We can slowly figure out a way for the God of Light's divine blood,” she said, softening her tone.

“But Mother Goddess must provide Avila's divine blood, right? After all, she is Your Excellency's ‘designated’ prey.”

“Not much, just a small bowl.”

The Meat Chunk was silent for a moment, its eyeball rolling around as if hatching a plan.

“Avila's divine blood... I can agree to that.” It finally relented.

“But Your Excellency, do not push your luck!”

Shadow Fierce had no intention of stopping there; instead, she leaned closer. “Of course, Your Excellency Clone.”

“If you are willing to ‘sponsor’ another vial of your own divine blood...” She paused, deliberately emphasizing her tone.

“I believe the chances of winning during the God War will be greater. After all... having an extra portion of divine power means an extra chance of victory, doesn't it?”

These words instantly infuriated the Meat Chunk!

“How dare Your Excellency scheme against the Main Body?”

Its tentacles wildly flailed, and the crimson moss around the altar instantly boiled into blood bubbles. “You think you are worthy of touching ninth-rank divine blood?”

“The divine blood of the Clone is also the origin of the Main Body; how can it be given to you casually?”

“How is it casual?” Shadow Fierce scoffed softly.

“Mother Goddess won't even dare take this small risk, yet still wants my Master to help you deal with two Orthodox Gods?”

“Aren't you perhaps trying to use us as a spear?”

Her words struck the Meat Chunk's sore spot.

The Clone indeed wanted to use the Abyssal Sovereign as a spear, first borrowing their strength to eliminate the threat of Avila and the God of Light, and then turning hostile and denying the “god.”

But now, “Shadow Fierce” had directly laid the cards on the table.

Furthermore, she was forcing it to hand over divine blood, which put the Clone in a difficult position.

If it refused, the cooperation would surely fall through.

Without the Abyssal Sovereign to restrain them, the Main Body alone could not withstand the combined forces of Avila and the God of Light.

If it agreed, and the other party betrayed them, it would lose everything.

The Meat Chunk struggled for a long time, the crimson in its eyeball flickering, but finally, it gritted its teeth and compromised.

“Fine! I promise you.” The Clone's spiritual fluctuations were filled with resentment.

“Avila's divine blood, and the Clone's divine blood, I will give you one vial of each.”

“But please remember, Your Excellency.” The Meat Chunk's tentacles pointed fiercely at Shadow Fierce, saying ruthlessly: “If the God of the Abyss dares to play tricks, the Main Body will ensure the entire Abyss Church is buried on the Ativi Continent.”

Upon hearing this, Shadow Fierce finally revealed a satisfied smile.

She took a step back. “Rest assured, Your Excellency. My Master always keeps her word. Once the divine blood is secured, within a year, Avila will certainly be too busy to care about anything else.”

“I hope you keep your promise.” The Meat Chunk spoke coldly.

“In half a year, still in this location, I will bring the Clone's divine blood.”

“By then, the God of the Abyss must take practical action—restraining Avila. Don't think about taking benefits without doing the work.”

“Naturally.” Shadow Fierce nodded slightly, letting out a strange, cackling laugh. “Then we shall discuss this again in half a year.”

As soon as her voice fell, she lightly tapped her toes~

The boots of the walkers of all realms instantly activated, her figure leaving a trail of spatial afterimages, and the next second she vanished from the altar.

Not until Shadow Fierce's aura completely dissipated did the eyeball on the Meat Chunk slowly close, its tentacles drooping weakly, as it secretly contacted the Main Body.

Meanwhile, as soon as Shadow Fierce left the Crimson Wasteland, she tore open space and flashed back to the Jiaotai Palace.

As soon as she took off the robe of ten thousand sorrows, she couldn't help but frown, reaching up to pull off the heaven-deceiving divine soul mask, her tone full of disdain: “Finally, I don't have to pretend with this thing anymore. It was suffocating me!”

Ling Qi was already waiting inside the palace. Seeing her return, she immediately went up to her. “Your Majesty, how did it go?”

“Sabrina's side...”

“It's handled.”

Shang Wan Ning sat down on the beauty couch, took a small sip of the clear tea beside her, and slowly began: “Not only did I extract Avila's weakness, but I also extorted two vials of divine blood.”

“One vial is Avila's, and the other is from Sabrina's Clone.”

“That smoothly?”

Ling Qi was first surprised, then understood: “Sabrina really is desperate, to be willing to hand over even her Clone's divine blood.”

“She isn't desperate; she just can't bear to give up the chance to use the Abyss as a spear.”

Shang Wan Ning put down her teacup, lightly tapping the edge of the couch with the back of her hand.

“She agreed readily now, but when the time comes, who can guarantee she won't turn hostile and deny the agreement?”

“She is likely plotting to exchange one vial of Clone divine blood for the lives of both Avila and Me.”

“The mother of flesh and blood and I are truly evenly matched opponents.”

“Both of us harbor calculations, so we shall see who has the last laugh.”

With that, Shang Wan Ning raised her chin, waved at Ling Qi, and signaled the Secretary-General to sit beside the couch.

Her expression shed its previous cold severity, gaining a hint of naughtiness: “Come here and let Me rest My head for a bit. Thinking about all those twists and turns has ‘tired’ My head.”

Ling Qi smiled helplessly and obediently sat down by the couch, and Shang Wan Ning took the opportunity to rest her head on Ling Qi's lap.

She closed her eyes, seemingly resting, but her Sea of Consciousness was still rapidly working.

“Right, where did Olexia go?” She suddenly opened her eyes, puzzled. “Things are urgent, so why didn't she come to the Jiaotai Palace today?”

Ling Qi couldn't help but laugh at His Majesty's sudden change in demeanor, quickly pulling a cell phone from her sleeve.

Her fingertip tapped the “Underworld APP” icon, and the moment the screen lit up, an entertainment notification suddenly popped out.

The clickbait headline was particularly eye-catching: [Goddess of Desire Olexia personally visits Ghost City! Fan meeting venue packed with people, screams shattering the Netherworld barrier!!!]

In the accompanying photo, Olexia was wearing a backless gown adorned with gilded diamonds, waving to the massive crowd of ghost fans below the stage.

Her smile was so bright it was dazzling, showing absolutely none of the urgency implied by “urgent.”