209: Misplaced call!

Crackle!

Flying tiles and bricks randomly smashed onto the ground, as if a rainstorm had begun.

Inside the main hall, Song Zhong had blasted a two-meter-deep pit.

Song Zhong walked to the edge of the pit, squatted down, and stared at the giant red lotus bud inside.

“Tsk tsk! How troublesome! The Great God Brahma of World Destruction’s turtle shell is quite effective.”

The bud seemed to have heard Song Zhong’s mockery, and its tightly closed petals began to tremble.

A crack appeared at the top of the bud, and Yue Huai’s head emerged from within.

“How dare you insult the Divine Artifact of the Lord of Destruction! I will completely destroy your Soul.”

“Heh heh!” Song Zhong sneered, “Destroy my Soul? Then I’ll let you taste the flavor of Hell first.”

The existing bloody red mist gathered towards the two of them, and Yue Huai immediately became alert, wondering what new trick this kid was up to.

Wang Mian walked up the steps of the main hall, cautiously observing the red mist, and found that it had all gathered within the main hall, completely sealing off the area of the explosion.

At a glance, it looked like a bloody cocoon.

Inside the red mist, the scene around Yue Huai changed again.

The dim main hall disappeared, replaced by a world of ice and snow.

In the pale sky, the clouds were motionless, like frozen lambs.

On the earth, whether mountains or plains, were equally covered by severe cold.

The entire world, apart from the cold, had no life.

Here, even taking a breath would freeze one’s lungs, and breathing became a torment.

The biting cold wind blew across Yue Huai’s face, cutting like blades, causing immense pain.

Cold!

Bone-chilling cold!

How could there be such a cold place in this world?

Yue Huai’s body was still hidden within the red lotus, but now, a layer of frost had condensed on the surface of the red lotus.

The color of the red lotus gradually faded.

Noticing the abnormality of the red lotus, Yue Huai immediately activated his Mental Energy and poured it into the red lotus.

With Yue Huai’s replenishment, the red lotus regained some of its redness.

“Hehehe! Welcome to the lowest layer of the Eight Cold Hells, the Hell of the Great Lotus!”

Among the Eight Cold Hells, the three most famous Hells, in order of increasing suffering, are the Hell of the Blue Lotus, the Hell of the Red Lotus, and the Hell of the Great Lotus.

After advancing to the Realm of the human ceiling, Song Zhong’s Afraid to leave could already manifest the Hell of the Great Lotus.

“Feel the enthusiasm of the extreme cold, hehe!”

After Song Zhong finished speaking, the entire Hell suddenly changed, and countless ice cones descended from the sky.

In the extreme cold, these ice cones became incredibly solid and equally sharp.

Yue Huai’s heart was pounding, almost jumping out of his throat; he had noticed when he activated his Mental Energy that his reactions were much slower than usual.

It was as if his Mental Energy had been frozen.

Facing the sky full of ice cones, he did not hesitate and plunged directly into the red lotus.

“Oh, great Lord of Destruction, melt this Hell with your wrath!”

Yue Huai hid inside the red lotus, praying devoutly, but to his shock, the Great God Brahma of World Destruction did not respond to his prayers this time.

“How could this be?”

Yue Huai’s face was cold; although the inside of the red lotus was burning with destructive flames, he still felt cold, a fearful cold.

Because he felt an unknown force blocking his prayers.

The connection between a god and an agent is very mysterious.

Almost no power can interrupt this connection.

Unless it is a Divine Artifact with special functions, such a thing can be done.

But now, his connection with the Great God Brahma of World Destruction had been cut off.

“I was careless. It seems this space is not simple.”

Bang bang bang!

The ice cones from the sky had already smashed onto the red lotus, and Yue Huai, hiding inside, could even see the petals denting.

Yue Huai had already witnessed the number of those ice cones.

At this frequency of attack, how long the red lotus’s protection could last was still a question.

Calm down!

He must calm down.

Yue Huai took a deep breath, and the destructive flames brought him a hint of warmth.

This space was created by Song Zhong, and it seemed that within this Hell space, he himself could also enjoy a certain amplification.

This was evident from the force of the ice cone attacks.

And the fact that it could cut off the connection between the Great God Brahma of World Destruction and himself indicated that it was most likely related to a god.

The opponent was at the human ceiling Realm, so it was perfectly reasonable that he could trap someone also at the human ceiling Realm.

But could he trap a god?

Yue Huai’s expression softened a little, and white vapor emerged from his nose.

He still had an altar that could summon the Egyptian God of Wind, Shu!

Song Zhong, you can trap me, but can you trap a god?

Thinking of this, Yue Huai immediately took action.

He took out a black cloth bag from his clothes, then carefully untied the golden string on it.

After untying the string, the black cloth bag actually expanded, and an ancient altar and a large number of containers appeared inside the red lotus.

Yue Huai reached out and cut open the containers, which were filled with Mental Capsules.

The Mental Capsules from Bai Li Xin’s secret The factory.

The Mental Capsules in a dozen containers were equivalent to the total Mental Energy of fifteen Klein Realm experts.

These were the food Yue Huai had prepared for this Wind God Altar.

Yue Huai placed his hand on the Wind God Altar and activated it.

The activated Wind God Altar, like a hungry beast awakening, began to frantically absorb the Mental Energy from the Mental Capsules.

Gulp gulp!

Yue Huai seemed to hear the sound of the altar devouring Mental Energy; in just a few tens of seconds, the altar had completely devoured all the Mental Capsules.

The Wind God Altar lit up with a glow!

Pfft!

An ice cone pierced through the red lotus’s defense, and the ice cone, like a dagger, directly plunged into the altar.

With a crack, the altar shattered.

Yue Huai was greatly alarmed, “No way, no way, the summoning process couldn’t have been interrupted, could it?”

But he had already activated the altar, so logically, it shouldn’t be affected.

It must be like this.

However, after waiting a few seconds, the altar showed no reaction, and the symbol of successful summoning—the pillar of light—did not appear.

Yue Huai’s face was more miserable than if his mother had died.

The joy of finding a solution in a desperate situation, the confidence during the execution of his contingency plan, the shock of seeing the altar shattered, and the disappointment of not seeing a god descend.

All sorts of emotions surged and boiled in Yue Huai’s heart, finally converging into one word.

“Fuck!”

“Hehe! Swearing is impolite, you know.”

Song Zhong entered the red lotus through the hole, “Yue Huai, your script is about to wrap up!”

Yue Huai felt the surrounding cold, experiencing for the first time the physical sensation of falling into an ice cellar.

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Anta County, primeval forest.

Ye Fan had already arrived here with a group of Night Watchers, and Chen Han had informed the Commander of everything he knew.

Ye Fan’s expression was solemn; as the Commander, he naturally knew some secrets.

Just then, a huge green pillar of light suddenly appeared in the primeval forest, and the domineering strong winds blew away the silver snow, dyeing the entire sky silver-white.

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, “This power, is it the Egyptian God of Wind?”