Chapter 491: Xue Yi’s Hardship, Tearfully Looting the Corpse

The blood-colored skeleton made a tooth-aching bone-cracking sound, covered in dense cracks.

“Lin Dong! Where are you?! Attack already!”

Xue Yi gritted his teeth, his face turning the color of pig liver. His feet sank deep into the hard Obsidian ground, and his knees were trembling.

“Coming, coming! Witness my Void Realm Divine Sword!”

Zhou Chen's voice drifted out from the left rear of the demon god phantom.

A streak of azure Sword Qi slowly emerged from the Void Realm, looking as if it hadn't eaten. It limply cut a small opening on the demon god phantom's elbow.

The cut was so shallow that hardly any Devilish Qi leaked out.

But this very sword strike seemed to “just happen” to infuriate the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul.

“Ant! How dare you wound my demonic body!”

The Demon Emperor Remnant Soul's giant face suddenly turned. The demonic sword, which was locked in a stalemate with Xue Yi, suddenly changed direction. Using the recoil from before, it swept horizontally toward the small of Xue Yi's back at an extremely tricky angle.

This change in technique was fast and ruthless, completely defying the laws of mechanics.

“Holy sh*t?!”

Xue Yi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Is this Demon Emperor Remnant Soul insane? Lin Dong was the one who slashed you, so why the hell are you attacking me?

But he had no time to curse; he could only desperately circulate the Xuantian Pure Land Demonic Body within him.

“Demonic Land Descent! Immovable as a Mountain!”

A layer of thick, dark-red earthen wall appeared out of thin air beside him.

“Bang!”

The demonic sword slapped against the earthen wall like swatting a fly.

The earthen wall instantly shattered. Xue Yi was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, slamming into the base of the altar and knocking off a corner of the incredibly sturdy structure.

“Pfft!”

Xue Yi lay on the ground, coughing up several more mouthfuls of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced.

“Oh my! Brother Xue Yi! How could you be so careless!”

Zhou Chen's figure appeared beside Xue Yi with a “swish.” He helped him up with an anxious look, slipping a healing Medicinal Pill into his mouth.

“This Demon Emperor Remnant Soul is too cunning, actually using a feint! If you hadn't blocked that for me just now, that sword would have definitely hit me! Brother Xue Yi, you've saved my life!”

Zhou Chen's face was full of emotion, his eyes turning red.

Xue Yi was originally full of rage, but hearing this, he forced it back down.

Could it be that the Devil Emperor really intended to hit Lin Dong, but I accidentally blocked it?

“Cough, cough… Cut the crap…”

Xue Yi swallowed the pill and felt slightly better, but why did this pill taste a bit bitter and have a strange smell? Forget it, whatever.

“This old thing is too strong; ordinary attacks are useless. Do you have any trump cards? Use them quickly!”

“I do, but this move needs time to charge, and someone must distract him from the front.”

Zhou Chen looked at Xue Yi with a troubled expression: “I see that your Physique is extraordinary, Brother Xue Yi. Your defensive power is heaven-shaking and earth-shattering. You didn't even die after taking that sword hit head-on; you're like a demon god incarnate! How about… you hold him off a bit longer?”

With this flattery, Xue Yi's vanity immediately swelled.

He was already an arrogant person, and having just awakened his demonic body, he was looking for a place to show it off.

“Hmph, naturally. My Xuantian Pure Land Demonic Body is one of the supreme Physiques of the Demon Realm. Its reputation is well-earned.”

Xue Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze becoming fierce once again.

“Fine! I'll trust you one more time! You go charge up, and I'll stall him! If you drop the ball again, I won't let you off even as a ghost!”

After saying that, Xue Yi roared and charged forward again.

“Old man! Come again! Let me show you what I'm made of!”

This time, Xue Yi was truly risking his life. He directly burned a portion of his Essence Blood, his body roiling with Devilish Qi. He even condensed a three-headed, six-armed demonic statue behind him, which forcefully hugged the demon god phantom's leg.

“Lin Dong! Hurry!!!”

Xue Yi shouted, his face flushed and neck veins bulging.

“Alright! Coming right up!”

Zhou Chen stood in the distance, the qingping sword in his hand humming; he was indeed charging up.

However, the direction of his charging was a bit off.

He lightly hooked his finger, and an invisible spatial ripple silently slid beneath the demon god phantom's feet.

The demon god phantom was just about to lift its foot to kick Xue Yi away when the space beneath its foot suddenly slipped.

“Slip!”

The massive demon god phantom actually stumbled, its enormous body pitching forward violently.

This forward lurch wouldn't have mattered, except the demonic sword in its hand, originally used for defense, plunged straight down as a result.

The target was none other than Xue Yi, who was hugging its leg below.

“F*ck me…”

Looking at the sword tip falling from above, Xue Yi only had time to curse those two words.

“Boom!”

Dust and smoke rose everywhere.

Xue Yi was once again smashed into the ground, the crater even deeper than the last.

“Oh no! How did the Devil Emperor lose his footing?!”

Zhou Chen shouted with a “shocked” expression: “Brother Xue Yi! You're too fierce! You actually tripped the Devil Emperor! Truly peerless Divine Power! Hang in there, my ultimate move is almost ready!”

At the bottom of the pit.

Xue Yi was covered in blood, with countless broken bones, but hearing Zhou Chen's “praise,” a strange sense of tragic heroism welled up in his heart.

Am I actually that strong?

I can actually trip an Immortal Emperor's remnant soul?

“Argh! I'll fight you to the death!”

As if injected with chicken blood, Xue Yi crawled out of the pit and charged at the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul once again.

Zhou Chen stood in the distance, watching the blood-stained figure being sent flying and getting back up repeatedly. He couldn't help but shake his head and pour himself a cup of tea.

“What a good person.”

He took a sip of tea, his gaze never leaving the increasingly unstable cluster of Origin at the top of the altar.

“Keep it up, Brother Xue Yi. Just ten more minutes, and I'll be able to tearfully loot your corpse.”

The battle at the bottom of the abyss had reached a fever pitch.

Or more accurately, a one-sided beating.

Although the Demon Emperor Remnant Soul was just a wisp, he had once been a being standing at the Peak of the Spirit Realm. Having been harassed by two ants like flies for so long, his patience had long since run out.

Especially that kid in the black robe (Xue Yi); he was like an unkillable cockroach. Despite being only at the Tenth Layer Immortal King, his flesh was incredibly tough. Every time he was flattened, he would spring back up a moment later.

And the kid in the green robe (Zhou Chen) was as slippery as a ghost. Every time the Devil Emperor tried to switch targets and attack him, the boy would use various strange spatial methods to dodge, conveniently diverting the attack onto the black-robed kid.

“Enough! I have had enough!”

The Demon Emperor Remnant Soul's massive face began to contort. The demon god phantom, which had solidified, suddenly began to expand violently, with glaring blood-red cracks appearing on its surface.

A terrifying wave of world-destroying power erupted from the center of the altar.

“Not good! This old thing is going to self-destruct!”