336: A triumphant return? Disillusionment!

Having witnessed his subordinates being instantly erased,

Within the heart of the Lord of Curses, the final shred of illusory dignity as the "Abyssal Overlord" had completely shattered.

All that remained was fear and despair that seeped into his very bones.

Chen Nian ignored his fear and simply turned around.

His gaze swept over Ling Shuang, Sword Without Trace, Wang Zhen, and the other human experts, his tone calm yet unquestionable:

"Alright, the small fry outside have been cleared out."

"You all stay here to handle the aftermath, stabilize the space, and clean up the remaining Evil Energy contamination."

"Without my command, do not take a single step into this place."

His words were concise, yet they carried a natural tone of command.

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed respectfully to accept the order without the slightest hesitation.

Captain Wang Zhen was the first to straighten his back and responded solemnly, "We shall strictly follow Special Commissioner Chen's orders!"

Fairy Ling Shuang saluted with her sword, her cold voice filled with determination:

"Senior Chen, please rest assured. We will properly handle the follow-up matters here."

"We will never allow the Evil Energy contamination to spread, nor will we allow any unauthorized individuals to interfere with Senior's actions!"

Sword Without Trace also made a solemn promise:

"Senior Chen is striking at the heart of the enemy to eliminate the greatest threat to our Human Race. Leave these peripheral trifles to us!"

Old Daoist Zhang Mingyuan also spoke while stroking his beard, his eyes full of respect and admiration:

"Senior Chen, please go ahead. With this old Daoist and the others here, nothing will go wrong."

"Senior is heading into a dangerous place, so please be sure to take care!"

They all knew very well that with their current strength, they were simply unable to intervene in Chen Nian's battles.

What they needed to do now was to provide good logistical support, stabilize the rear, and clear the battlefield.

This was to prevent any accidents from interfering with Chen Nian's actions.

At the same time, they wanted to recover as much valuable information or items as possible from this land tainted by Evil Energy.

This would help them accumulate experience for similar situations that might arise in the future.

Thus, under Captain Wang Zhen's command, everyone quickly began to mobilize.

The Spiritual Energy Bureau Agents skillfully took out various instruments.

They began surveying the spatial stability, setting up Purification Rune Array Bases, and establishing temporary cordons and monitoring stations.

The experts from various Schools displayed their techniques one after another.

Some activated Magic Treasures to purify the remaining resentful Evil Energy.

Others joined forces to stabilize the surrounding space, which had become even more fragile due to the recent battle.

Seeing everyone acting efficiently and in an orderly manner, Chen Nian nodded with great satisfaction.

With such a reliable group of logistical support to handle the chores, he could focus entirely on grinding points and making visits.

He ignored the busy crowd behind him and fixed his gaze on the "dog" he was leading—the Lord of Curses.

He said in a casual yet irresistible tone, "Don't dawdle, keep leading the way."

The Lord of Curses' mangled body trembled violently. Not daring to hesitate in the slightest, he hurriedly replied in a subservient manner:

"Yes... yes! My Lord, please follow me!"

"Ahead is an Independent Pocket Dimension created by This humble one, which leads to my territory."

"Although the external mountains and rivers have collapsed, as long as the core rune array remains intact, that space should still exist..."

He endured the continuous pain from the golden chains and the humiliation to his Soul.

Taking staggering steps, he walked toward the direction of the original altar.

Chen Nian held the chain, following behind with a leisurely pace as if he were walking a dog.

Following the Lord of Curses' guidance, they arrived at an area where spatial fluctuations were exceptionally turbulent.

The Lord of Curses stopped and with difficulty condensed several twisted, dark purple runes, pressing them against the void ahead.

"Buzz—!"

Ripples appeared in the void, and a Dark Purple Light Gate about three meters high and two meters wide slowly emerged.

Viscous Evil Energy flowed along the edges of the light gate, and the scene inside was blurry.

One could only feel a curse aura several times denser than that of the outside world emanating from within.

"My... My Lord, this is the place." The Lord of Curses bowed humbly.

Chen Nian glanced at the light gate and sent his Divine Sense in slightly to confirm there were no traps.

He then nodded and, leading the Lord of Curses, stepped into the light gate.

The scenery before his eyes changed instantly.

It felt as if he had passed through a cold, viscous membrane.

Chen Nian stepped into a space completely different from the Soul Burial Valley outside.

This was an extremely vast pocket dimension, resembling a cavern or an air-raid shelter.

The concentration of curse aura and resentment in the air was several times stronger than in the areas outside.

Grayish-black mist drifted slowly through the air, almost condensing into a solid form.

In the center of the space was a Ritual Altar with a complex structure and dense runes.

Around the altar stood over a dozen twisted, Dark Purple Crystal Pillars that seemed to be cast from suffering Souls.

At this moment, the light from the crystal pillars was dim, but they still emitted energy fluctuations that maintained this space.

And at this moment, within this Core Ritual Site, a group of Abyssal Demons actually remained!

There were about a hundred of them, with varying strengths ranging from the fifth to the seventh rank.

The world-shaking battle outside just now had sent energy fluctuations through the spatial barrier.

It had already scared them out of their wits.

Their hearts were filled with terror and unease.

But they didn't dare to go out.

The level of the battle outside was too high; even the energy aftermath could turn them to ashes.

They could only huddle in this relatively safe core area.

While desperately maintaining the final stability of the Ritual Platform, they prayed frantically in their hearts.

Praying that their invincible His Majesty, the Lord of Curses, would be able to defeat the powerful enemy and return in triumph.

However, when the light gate lit up and they looked over with hope...

What met their eyes was a scene that froze their Souls!

Their His Majesty, the Lord of Curses, who was supreme in their hearts and held absolute power...

At this moment, he was actually like a stray dog, with his neck and limbs tied by numerous golden threads!

His once majestically shrouded body was mangled and broken, and his aura was withered to the extreme.

His crimson blood-eyes were dim and lusterless, filled with subservience and fear.

And the one walking in while holding the chain was a human youth dressed in casual clothes, his expression calm and indifferent.

He was spotless all over, completely out of place in this filthy and evil space.

But when those calm eyes swept over them, all the Demonic Evils felt a terrifying sense of suffocation!

For a moment, the entire place was in shock!

"Lord... Lord?!"

"Who... who on earth is this human?!"

"How is this possible?! How could the Lord... be humiliated like this?"

"Chains... those are chains?! The Lord has been captured?!"

"No! This is impossible! An illusion! It must be an illusion!"

Exclamations, screams, and voices of disbelief instantly shattered the dead silence of the core area.

The expressions on these Demonic Evils' faces rapidly shifted from blankness to shock, then to horror, and finally to a total breakdown.

They could not accept the reality before them; this was ten thousand times worse than the worst-case scenario they had imagined!

Some Demonic Evils shouted at the Lord of Curses in a panic:

"Your Majesty! What... what is going on?!"

"How... how did you end up in such a state?"

Their voices trembled, still clinging to a sliver of unrealistic fantasy.

However, faced with the inquiries of his former subordinates...

The Lord of Curses only kept his head bowed low, his mangled body trembling slightly.

His lips quivered a few times, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.