A thunderous noise exploded while powerful blasts swept out in all directions, resounding through the air. Foxy’s fat jiggled at this moment, and her white fur fluttered backward like grass in the wind. Something shot out of her mouth and went toward the sky at great speed. The powerful recoil pushed Foxy’s head back. Even gray-green-haired Bu Fang had to take a step back to absorb the force. His half-closed eyes went wide. Clearly, he was shocked.
It was a huge energy ball with a diameter of about eight meters. As it flew, streams of energy snaked around it, filling the void with a crackling noise.
Bu Fang, in his spirit sea, twitched the corner of his mouth in amazement. ‘What did this little fox spout after eating the Fortune Flatbread? Has she been upgraded from a Gatling gun to an eight-meter howitzer?!’
The huge energy cannonball shot through the air like a shooting star and rushed out of the shield.
Meanwhile, thousands of swords were still battering at the turtle shell. They were all deflected, though, and only made the shield glow brightly. The light dazzled Sword Demon Patriarch. Suddenly, he heard a loud boom that sounded like a thunderclap, then his eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the turtle shell.
A part of the shield began to rise as if a ball was about to burst out of it. The swords around it broke and fell to the ground. The next moment, a huge golden energy ball emerged and came straight toward him at top speed with tremendous pressure and a terrible aura.
Sword Demon Patriarch was struck dumb. He had never imagined that such a thing would come out from the turtle shell. The energy contained in this huge energy ball was extremely frightening, and it actually looked like a meatball that had been enlarged countless times. He had never seen such a huge meatball!
A deep rumbling sound echoed through the oppressive air, while powerful hurricanes began to wreak havoc nearby.
“I…” Sword Demon Patriarch muttered, then he spun and sped toward the distance on the sword as fast as he could. However, he underestimated the cannonball’s speed. In the next instant, it had approached his back.
Boom!
Energy devoured him, ripped his clothes, and made him shriek in horror. After that, the energy ball fell and smashed into the ground. The whole Earth Prison could feel the earth shake. After trembling violently for a while, it exploded and spread rings of energy, rolling up dust and cloud.
The onlookers felt as if their hearts were going to stop beating. At this moment, they seemed to have lost their hearing, and every one of them lay down on the ground, not daring to move. Dust and sand were brought up into the air and buried them. With their cultivation base, they were not afraid of being buried, but the explosion’s shockwaves were too frightening.
Some Little Saints closer to the center of the explosion were thrown into the air, then tumbled for hundreds of meters before smashing into the ground. They had been staying far away, fearing that the shockwaves of the battle of Great Saints would hurt them, but in the end, they were still impacted. After being washed over by the energy ripples, some people were hurt and were coughing blood. It was hard to imagine how miserable Sword Demon Patriarch would be since he was at the center of the explosion.
The green energy shield gradually faded away after blocking the shockwaves, revealing the Black Temple.
Gray-green-haired Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and stroked the little fox in his arms with a smile. After releasing the energy ball, Foxy opened her mouth and belched, her fat jiggling as wisps of smoke drifted out of her mouth.
Buzz…
The Black Turtle’s possession was over, and Bu Fang’s gray-green hair gradually turned back to black. Holding Foxy with both hands, he brought her up and gave her a careful look.
‘A Gatling gun turned into a howitzer… This is quite amazing. It seems I have not fed this little fox for nothing.’
He put her on his shoulder and turned around. The invisible vortex was spinning continuously. Obviously, Lord Dog should be breaking through already. Bu Fang let out a sigh of relief. He shook his hand, produced a few Explosive Meatballs, and shoved them into Foxy’s mouth. The little fox ate them happily.
A gust of wind blew the dust and smoke away. The people watching from a distance all stood up, gasping when they saw the aftermath of the explosion. All around the Black Temple, the ground was in ruins, with cracks and holes everywhere. There was also a huge crater, where plumes of smoke were rising.
The clouds in the sky churned, and then several figures descended through them.
“Nether King Er Ha, Ice Saint, and… the Heavenly Nether Puppet?” Bu Fang held Foxy in his arms and looked up at the few people who came down from the sky. Immediately, a look of doubt came into his eyes.
The ruins clattered as Sword Demon Patriarch crawled out of it, looking miserable with his blackened body and torn clothes. When he saw the puppet, his eyes lit up instantly. “Heavenly Nether Puppet, kill them! Kill them all!” he growled in a hoarse voice. He knew that this puppet was sent here by Nether Puppeteer Patriarch to help him, and with his formidable strength, everything would be fine.
In the sky, the Heavenly Nether Puppet turned and rested his eyes on Sword Demon Patriarch. Then, waves of air spread, and the thrust on his back weakened. He landed next to the Patriarch.
Sword Demon Patriarch paused when he saw the puppet land at his side. A brief moment later, his expression changed, and he snapped, “What are you doing?! Go kill them! Quickly!”
Meanwhile, Er Ha and Ice Saint had landed beside Bu Fang. Looking at the ruined ground, they couldn’t help but suck in their breath.
‘What did Bu Fang do just now to hurt Sword Demon Patriarch so badly? The energy blast was almost as powerful as the strike from a Nine-revolution Great Saint…’
Bu Fang was puzzled, and his doubts deepened when he saw the faces of Er Ha and Ice Saint.
“It’s going to be fun,” Er Ha turned and told Bu Fang, grinning while twisting his hair with his finger.
In the distance, Sword Demon Patriarch was growling at the Heavenly Nether Puppet. Suddenly, Tian Cang smiled. The way the corners of his mouth curved upward scared Sword Demon Patriarch and nearly made his heart stop.
“You…”
Sword Demon Patriarch paused. His mouth opened in disbelief, and he pointed a finger at the Heavenly Nether Puppet. ‘Have my eyes deceived me? Is this puppet smiling at me? I thought Nether Puppeteer said that his puppets never smile?!’
The puppet lifted a hand and slapped him across the face, which pushed him back a few steps. His eyes went wide. “What are you doing?!” Sword Demon Patriarch roared again. However, what answered him was another slap.
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“Who do you want me to kill?! Just who do you think you are ordering around? Haven’t you recognized me yet?!”
After being slapped many times across the face, Sword Demon Patriarch’s cheeks were swollen. He staggered back and slumped to the ground, looking at the Heavenly Nether Puppet in horror.
“You… You… You are not the Heavenly Nether Puppet! You are… Nether King Tian Cang?!”
Sword Demon Patriarch finally realized the truth, and he shouted it out loud, but that only sent a shock of cold through him.
‘How did this happen? Tian Cang is dead, and a dead man cannot be resurrected! How could this guy come back to life when his body had been made into a puppet by Nether Puppeteer?!’
He was not so shocked when Tian Cang was summoned by Er Ha because he knew that that was Tian Cang’s soul, and he couldn’t stay in this world for long. Now, however, when the Heavenly Nether Puppet with Tian Cang’s face spoke, he felt as if he had bumped into the scariest nightmare in the world.
“I have to thank that old fellow Nether Puppeteer. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have a body to come back to life…” Tian Cang said.
Of course, it was too early to say that he had been resurrected. After all, his soul was summoned to this world, and he could not stay for too long. Once the time was up, he might have to disappear again. So he needed to think of a way.
In any case, even if he disappeared again, this Heavenly Nether Puppet could not be used again because he had already erased the spiritual mark in it.
“Impossible… How could you come back to life?! How could you break free from the Power of the Laws?!” Sword Demon Patriarch crawled and rolled backward like a madman with a look of disbelief on his face. Then, he raised a hand, and his sword that had fallen into the distance came flying back into his grip. Clutching the sword, he charged toward Tian Cang!
Tian Cang looked indifferently at him and lifted a hand. On the arm, a metal plate rose, and scarlet energy began to gather inside.
“I have to say that this offensive technique is really extraordinary…” Tian Cang said. The moment his voice rang out, a scarlet energy beam shot out, piercing through the air at great speed.
Sword Demon Patriarch’s pupils constricted. He brought the sword up to block it, but the cruel reality filled his heart with a chill. The energy beam pierced the blade and him together, leaving a hole about the size of an index finger on his forehead. The power of the energy beam was extremely terrifying. Soon, his soul was completely burned off.
His body fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up dust and sand. Another Nether Prison Patriarch had fallen in Earth Prison.
Tian Cang came to the Black Temple and looked up at the tightly shut doors. “Has Earth Prison Dog taken that step as well? It’s not an easy step to take…” he said and took a deep breath.
With Foxy in his arms, Bu Fang looked at Tian Cang. This was the first time he came in contact with this legendary man, who was Er Ha’s father, Ice Saint’s lover, and Nethery’s foster father.
At this moment, the void tore apart with a ripping sound, and the Netherworld Ship came sailing out of it. Nethery rose to her feet on the deck and walked out of the ship. As soon as she saw Tian Cang, she couldn’t believe it. She never thought that Tian Cang would come back to life with such an unorthodox method.
Bu Fang was studying Tian Cang’s body. It was somewhat similar to Whitey’s, but it looked more mechanical than Whitey’s chubby appearance.
“Your soul was summoned by the Fortune Flatbread, and then it possessed this puppet?” Bu Fang asked, stroking Foxy’s head.
Tian Cang nodded.
When the others heard Bu Fang’s words, their expressions changed. Yes, what they feared would eventually happen. The soul summoned with the Fortune Flatbread could only stay in this world for a short time, so he would soon be gone.
“When people die, they go into chaos. I don’t know why I was summoned. It felt like there was a supreme power pulling my soul… When I arrived in this world, my memory of that place became blurry. I can only vaguely remember that that place is called… Transmigration,” Tian Cang said, rubbing his temple with a hand.
‘Transmigration?’ Bu Fang arched his brows. ‘Is there really such a place in this world?’
Suddenly, Tian Cang’s eyes began to flash with a mechanical light.
“Time is running out…”
Tian Cang was calm. He knew that his time in this world was limited. After all, he was already dead.
The expressions of Er Ha and Ice Saint changed, while Nethery looked anxious. Suddenly, the latter grabbed Bu Fang’s arm and looked pleadingly at him. “Bu Fang… Do you have a way to help Nether King?”
Bu Fang glanced at her. It was the first time he had detected such feelings in her. Then, he sighed softly as he looked at the sad faces of Er Ha and Ice Saint.
He didn’t know if it would work. As Tian Cang had mentioned, there was a mysterious power on him, which might be the so-called Power of the Laws, just like the power that had restricted the people in the forbidden lands. To suppress this power… perhaps only that thing could do it.
“I need you to guard Nether King Tian Cang and me… Don’t let anyone or anything disturb us during this time,” Bu Fang said, handing Foxy to Nethery.
That gave everyone a pause. Could Bu Fang really have a way?
…
Meanwhile, the void nearby Sword Demon Patriarch’s lifeless body ripped apart, and powerful streams of Nether energy gushed out of it. The next moment, a figure with a bent back slowly walked out of the rift, spreading a terrible aura the instant he appeared.
Nether Puppeteer Patriarch glanced at Sword Demon Patriarch’s corpse, then turned his eyes to the Black Temple in the distance. A dreadful destructive force was churning in his cloudy eyes.