Chapter 108 Re-entering the Evil Dragon Space
If Xia Feng could summon the Spade Man, then everything would make much more sense. Cha Naxue widened her eyes, staring at Xia Feng with a complicated expression.
But how could he possibly be connected to the Spade Man?
Just how many secrets did he have? Cha Naxue felt she could no longer comprehend Xia Feng at all.
"Is he also a member of the Peach Organization?" The thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.
The more she considered it, the more plausible it seemed. Though Xia Feng's strength wasn't overwhelming, he could at least be an auxiliary member.
"It's done! Damn it, it's finally going to work!"
At that moment, a deranged laugh echoed from outside. "You ignorant little rats, witness a miracle!"
Gongsun Ze's voice was taunting and arrogant. "Fifteen seconds left—you'll have the honor of seeing a true god!"
Xia Feng's dark pupils remained calm as he looked at Mu Qingtong and reminded her once more: "Remember to use the soul-sealing technique."
"Don't worry. I keep my promises." Mu Qingtong wrapped her arms around Xia Feng's back, her voice low. In the darkness, she suddenly drove the blade in her hand straight through his heart from behind.
"Ugh—" Xia Feng groaned, his consciousness blurring. His head slumped forward, resting against the woman's slender neck. His eyes grew vacant, his breathing faint, fading away.
Cha Naxue faintly noticed the movement and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
Mu Qingtong gently stroked the dead Xia Feng's hair and smiled. "Nothing, Miss Cha. Get ready."
The Vermilion Bird Armor's Nirvana state lasted fifteen seconds.
In this state, Xia Feng was invincible. He could sense everything within the hundred-meter space around him—he was the world itself. The earth, the air, the trees, even the evil spirits and the fluttering skirts.
In the distance, he saw the silver giant tree, now fully matured. Invisible sound waves radiated outward, flooding Xia Feng's mind like a siren's song, whispering softly in his ears.
[The body possesses divine coordinates. Due to distance, the summoning spirit's voice will arrive in two minutes—]
An obscure message surfaced in his mind. Xia Feng sighed inwardly. It seemed fate wanted him to wake the Evil Dragon Miss after all.
But summoning the spirit could at least serve as a backup plan.
Countless thoughts raced through his mind as he swiftly refocused on the disaster realm. Now that he was outside, he could see its full form—a gray cube, thirty meters in length, width, and height.
Taoist Chen and Cai Kuihua lay unconscious beneath a tree some distance away.
Encircling the cube was an enormous, intricate blood-red formation. At its center lay Yulina, writhing in despair. Blood and transparent spiritual energy steamed from her body, surging toward a silver ring spinning wildly in the sky.
"Hold on just a little longer, my darling. It'll be over soon." Gongsun Ze cooed from outside the formation, his tone sickeningly gentle.
"O-Okay, Brother Gongsun… Lina… Lina can endure it…" Yulina managed to choke out between screams.
But her face had already withered like dry wood, her voice growing weaker. Finally, her eyes rolled back, and her entire body dissolved into a bloody light, funneling into the silver ring. The ring's power swelled violently, shaking the mountains and forest.
"My precious, thank you for your noble sacrifice to the Burning Heaven cause."
Gongsun Ze grinned, turning his gaze back to the cube with mocking delight. "Xia Feng, Xia Feng… Time for you to savor true despair, you fool."
Yet before he could finish, his expression froze. A man wreathed in blue flames stood atop the cube.
"Xia Feng?!" Gongsun Ze's mind reeled. Was this an illusion? How had Xia Feng escaped?
The flaming figure raised a foot—and stomped down hard.
The caterpillar beast lying atop the cube was crushed into pulp, then reduced to ashes as the flames consumed it.
Gongsun Ze's pupils constricted, but then his lips twisted into another grin. Though he didn't understand how this Xia had done it, it no longer mattered.
Even if they had broken free from the disaster realm early, it would only hasten their deaths.
The ritual had already succeeded. Two seconds remained—and Anubi would arrive from the distant evil realm to deliver them unto despair!
Gongsun Ze watched Xia Feng coldly from afar. Now, all he had to do was wait.
After crushing the disaster beast underfoot, the disaster realm collapsed instantly. Xia Feng ignored Gongsun Ze and rushed downward.
Inside, the three women had not broken their contract. They lay collapsed on the ground in disarray, black light seeping from their half-lidded eyes, their sockets veined with inky tendrils.
"Soul-Sealing Technique?" Gongsun Ze blinked in surprise. Were these women fools? But it worked in his favor.
One second left. His eyes narrowed, lips curling upward.
BOOM!!!
At the formation's center, cracks split the silver ring apart. A terrifying bloodlight erupted from the earth, spearing into the heavens. The entire disaster zone trembled as countless towering trees withered before his eyes.
A palpable evil force gathered frenziedly toward the pillar of bloody light. The bark-skinned old man watched the horrific scene in terror, his body shaking. An evil god was descending upon his domain—his only fate was to be devoured.
He wanted to stop it, but Gongsun Ze had acted entirely within the rules. There was nothing he could do.
Xia Feng, too, sensed the sudden surge of dreadful evil energy between heaven and earth. Though it paled against the vast malice contained within the Evil Dragon, it still made his demon heart pound wildly.
"Terrible... absolutely terrible." Xia Feng gripped the hands of the three women. With a thought, the black feather mark on the back of his hand materialized into three dimensions, dissolving into a wisp of dark mist that enveloped all four of them.
"Space teleportation?!" Gongsun Ze realized instantly, his face twisting in shock.
Damn it! He screamed inwardly. Lord Anubi! Don't let them escape!
"Goodbye~" Xia Feng smiled faintly—
—then froze.
A strange sensation brushed his shoulder.
He turned, bewildered, only to see a single finger—covered in coarse yellow fur—protruding from thin air, pressing down on him.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Xia Feng's eyes bulged. Brother Evil God, are you trying to die?!
At the same moment, the surrounding space warped violently.
A muffled voice thick with fear echoed from the void: "Crow God?!"
As if recoiling in horror, the furred finger jerked back—but it was too late.
The spatial transfer had already activated!
Panicked, the presence grew increasingly desperate, scrambling for escape. "REPLACE!"
With that guttural shout, Gongsun Ze suddenly appeared beside Xia Feng, his hand now on Xia Feng's shoulder. Yet he, too, found himself trapped.
"What the—" Gongsun Ze's head whipped around, confusion flashing across his face.
But before he could speak, a black light flared—and everyone vanished.
...
Evil Dragon Space
Beneath the world tree that blotted out the sun, an ancient teleportation platform stood amidst a sea of flowers.
Then—
Light flashed. A group of people materialized. Without hesitation, Xia Feng hauled the three women toward the throne.
(End of Chapter)