Chapter 98

(Posted at midnight on July 1st. Writing books to support a family is not easy. I hope those who have the means can spend a little money to support the subscription. Thank you!)

...

The bloodied and fleshless silver corpse felt no pain, even as the Ten Thousand Spirits Whip stripped its skin and flesh. Despite this, its might did not diminish. It rolled in the air, and its claw, enveloped in demonic aura, relentlessly aimed for Chen Mo's scalp.

Chen Mo, still entangled with the silver corpse, felt a chill run down his spine. If he were to be caught, his brain would surely splatter.

At the critical moment,

Xiao Ba leaped up, tucking in his limbs and head. His hard shell transformed into an unbreakable shield, meeting the sharp black claw.

"Swish!"

The claw scraped against the turtle's back, sparking dark green sparks. The sharp claws instantly broke into several pieces, shattering and falling.

The silver corpse was jolted by the counterforce, stopping its movement.

Mu Lingwei was equally swift. Her mystic energy condensed on the Ten Thousand Spirits Whip, causing the roses to burst open, the thorns to become denser, and the whip to wrap around the silver corpse like a snake, the thorns piercing its body. Then she pulled hard,

"Heaven and Earth Piercing!"

With a fierce cry, the thorns pierced through everything in their path, sharp as lightning. The thorns burst out from the silver corpse's body, black blood gushing from the gaps.

"Ao ao!" The silver corpse writhed and screamed, using its remaining strength to struggle, trying to break free from the bindings.

Faced with such a demonic creature, Mu Lingwei would not show mercy. Her mystic energy surged, and the thorns expanded several times. With a flick and a pull of the Ten Thousand Spirits Whip, "Puff!" the fierce silver corpse exploded into a pile of rotten flesh, mixed with beautiful rose petals, scattering on the ground.

At the same time,

"Bang!" A loud explosion.

Chen Mo, with a long-prepared Thunderclap, blasted the silver corpse in a thunderous roar. The severed limbs flew backward, black blood splattering on the stone path, solidifying into black spots.

The rose petals continued to fall, some landing directly on his face.

Chen Mo drew a cold breath, looking at his master, who floated in the air with a graceful and ethereal presence. Her magnificent and beautiful mystic techniques were both dominant and ruthless. She effortlessly destroyed the formidable silver corpse, making him feel a bit intimidated.

Fortunately, he had always been respectful to his master and never angered her. Otherwise, if the thorny and blade-covered Ten Thousand Spirits Whip were to strike him, the feeling would be truly terrifying.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Whip in Mu Lingwei's hand underwent another astonishing change. It seemed to reverse time, the flowers closing into buds, the leaves curling, the thorns retracting, and the small branches wrapping around her white, jade-like wrist, forming a beautiful floral bracelet.

Chen Mo, wide-eyed and speechless, inwardly praised her. His master was indeed a master, with her innate eighth-stage strength, truly powerful and dominant. She destroyed a peak Spirit Master-level demonic corpse effortlessly.

If she could advance further and become a Heaven Rank King, wouldn't he be able to dominate the entire Great Wind Kingdom?

Mu Lingwei, floating in the air, gracefully landed on the stone ground, giving Chen Mo a gentle smile to show her approval.

Just as Chen Mo was about to feel proud, he suddenly thought of her beautiful but thorny Ten Thousand Spirits Whip. When he inadvertently met her gaze, he shivered and quickly put on a flattering smile, showing more respect.

Xiao Ba also shivered, realizing that the fairy sister had a queenly demeanor. He quickly scurried to her feet, rubbing against her in flattery.

After dealing with the first batch of demonic corpses, Mu Lingwei's expression became slightly more serious.

At this moment,

In the center of the dead city, a surge of demonic aura rose into the sky, twisting and coiling, forming a pillar of demonic energy that reached the heavens. The thick demonic aura spread out, blocking the sky and the sun, falling like rain, forming a huge demonic canopy over the city.

"The source of the demonic aura is there." Mu Lingwei gazed at the demonic energy pillar, her brows furrowed in worry. "At this rate of demonic aura eruption, the Changchun Valley will be eroded within two years."

...

Almost simultaneously,

In the deep underground altar of the dead city, thick demonic aura was rising from the altar, reaching the sky.

At the altar entrance, several grotesque copper corpses dragged several dismembered bodies down the steps.

"Bang bang bang"

The bodies collided with the jagged stone steps, dark red blood splattering, a disgusting and terrifying sight.

The narrow, slippery stone steps spiraled down into the ground. Halfway down, the temperature suddenly rose.

The copper corpses' bodies contracted, like dried-up corpses. They were oblivious to this, throwing the bodies they held into a towering demonic cauldron at the bottom.

"Boom!"

Flames and a putrid smell shot up, the cauldron's flames roaring, burning and roasting the corpses, demonic aura rolling upward.

The copper corpses on the stone steps began to stretch their necks, desperately absorbing the thick demonic aura, their mouths open, howling.

Suddenly,

"Too noisy~" a sinister voice came from the ground.

Before the words were finished, a scorching flame shot out, igniting the copper corpses. Flames spread, and the copper corpses fell into the demonic cauldron, instantly consumed by the flames.

A red-browed, red-haired old man stood on the altar, his hands behind his back.

Surrounding the altar was a pool of crimson blood, red light radiating from it, the molten lava within raging and splashing, revealing white bones at the bottom.

"The hateful Poison Guanyin, daring to ruin my plans. What evil cultivation does this damned woman practice?"

If Chen Mo were here, he would immediately recognize this old man as the Crimson Flame King, who had fought a life-and-death battle with Yin Youlian months ago.

The Crimson Flame King's bloodshot eyes, filled with black lines, stared at the purple flame core in the cauldron. He thought of how Poison Guanyin and Yin Youlian had repeatedly disrupted his plans, leaving him severely injured. The sinister mystic energy had invaded his body, and it had taken him until now to expel it completely.

Thinking of this, hatred welled up in his heart. He would not rest until he tore her to pieces.

The purple flame core in the cauldron flickered violently, quickly transforming into a pale purple human-shaped shadow. The shadow was enveloped in black demonic aura, emitting a pale purple soul fire. When its crimson eyes opened, the red light in the demonic pool dimmed and brightened, and a cold wind blew, with the wails of vengeful spirits.

"Crimson Flame King, if we merge, becoming a great demon king, then Poison Guanyin will be nothing but an ant." The awakened demon soul coaxed, its formless spirit unable to use mystic energy or techniques, relying on human greed to gradually form a physical body and become a new demon king.

"Let's first refine your physical body, and then I will assist you." The Crimson Flame King was not a fool. His eyes, filled with sinister light, flickered. He was a peak innate stage strong, just a step away from becoming a Heaven Rank King. His goal was to use the profound demon clan techniques to cross this gap. However, he did not want to merge with the demon soul and become a half-human, half-demon.

"Very well." The demon soul's red eyes glanced sideways, a sinister light flashing, suppressing its dissatisfaction. This person still had value to him. Once the physical body was refined, it would be the time for him to become a heavenly corpse.

The man and the soul, each harboring different thoughts, were both cunning and would not let themselves be at a disadvantage.

"Have the ninety-nine boys and girls prepared for refining my demonic body been gathered?" The demon soul extended an intangible claw, touching it to produce a purple flame, demonstrating its power.

The Crimson Flame King waved his sleeve, and a pile of demonic corpses began to turn the large winch by the demonic pool.

The sound of the wheel turning echoed.

Chains pulled through the spiral stone steps, and ninety-seven boys and girls were hanging upside down, their pale faces, weak bodies struggling, and terrified screams filling the air.

The Crimson Flame King looked at the hanging boys and girls, cackling. He was very close to his goal. He had to rely on the demon soul, so he had to be honest.

"Two are still missing. I was severely injured by Poison Guanyin, delaying things." His eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "To be honest, I blame you. If you had given me the complete demon technique, I would have already broken through and become a Heaven Rank King. I wouldn't have been injured by that woman, Poison Guanyin."

"Ha ha!" The demon soul laughed sinisterly. "Crimson Flame King, our deal was that you would get half the technique first, and the other half after the task was completed. Rest assured, we demon clan members value our word. As long as you do your part, I guarantee you will become a Heaven Rank King."

"I hope you keep your word." The Crimson Flame King's tone was tinged with helplessness.

The demon soul's crimson eyes remained fixed on the purple flame at the tip of its claw. Suddenly, it laughed sinisterly. "The two needed to complete the number have come on their own. Make sure to capture them alive. Crimson Flame King, don't mess this up again."

The Crimson Flame King's brows furrowed, his expression stern. Could there be boys and girls who were not afraid of the demonic aura and came to the dead city on their own?

But it was convenient. If someone was delivering them, it saved him a lot of trouble. The Crimson Flame King, who had experienced countless deceptions, would not truly trust a demon soul.

He had already planned various strategies, determined to extract every bit of value from it.

The demon soul also had its own thoughts. The Crimson Flame King's usefulness was almost over. Once he completed his final task, he would be refined into a heavenly corpse.

For a moment, the demon soul's demonic flame flared up, and with a sharp whistle, the demonic corpses stopped their actions, climbing the stone steps and entering the cave tunnels, as if the gates of hell had suddenly opened, and demons were rushing out.

Like a flood, they surged outward.

...