roccoschili Chapter 458: The Purple Nether Demon Lord Is Weakened, and Chu Sheng Is Thrilled
Chapter 458: The Purple Nether Demon Lord Is Weakened, and Chu Sheng Is Thrilled
BUZZ, BUZZ!
Clinging to Feng Wuji’s back, Chu Sheng let out a couple of taunting buzzes from time to time.
To the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s ears, the sound was absolutely infuriating!
’How can such an annoying creature exist in this world!’
’What kind of plan are this human and this damned bug cooking up!?’
The Purple Nether Demon Lord’s hideous face twisted into an extreme scowl. A rage fierce enough to incinerate everything within its Power burned in its cold eyes.
It didn’t understand why it felt a strange sense of panic.
But it knew it couldn’t wait any longer.
It had to get rid of this damned Human Emperor Realm expert, right here, right now!
Once this human was dealt with, it would be free. And then, for that tiny mosquito, it had ten thousand ways to make it wish for a death that would never come!
"RAAAAAAAAGH!!"
The Purple Nether Demon Lord let out a roar that shook one’s very Divine Soul.
It held nothing back.
BOOM!
Torrents of purple-black Energy, several times denser than before, surged like a flood from a broken dam. They flowed down its two appendages and poured frantically into Feng Wuji’s body!
This purple-black Energy was not so simple, however.
It contained the Demon Lord’s most fundamental Divine Soul will, carrying the purest and most domineering Law of Corruption!
This power could directly contaminate a creature’s physical body and, more importantly, corrupt their Divine Soul at its very source!
Anyone completely corrupted by this power, even a fellow Emperor Realm expert, would become its puppet, only to be devoured in the end!
"Die... for me!"
The Purple Nether Demon Lord’s voice echoed throughout the pagoda.
As expected!
As this Origin power surged in, Feng Wuji’s condition instantly worsened.
The purple on his body deepened and intensified at a visible rate.
The strange, purple-black patterns began to spread rapidly from his arms to his neck and cheeks.
His limbs had turned almost completely purple-black, and his face looked just like a ripe purple sweet potato—a truly horrifying sight.
He gritted his teeth, his body trembling violently and uncontrollably as if he were enduring unimaginable pain.
’It’s working!’
The Purple Nether Demon Lord rejoiced internally.
It could feel Feng Wuji’s Divine Soul defenses crumbling rapidly.
In ten seconds at most, this so-called Great Emperor of the Human Race would be completely assimilated!
Nine seconds.
Eight seconds.
Seven seconds.
...
Three seconds!
Two seconds!
’Success is just a moment away!’
However, in the final second, just as the Purple Nether Demon Lord was sure of its victory...
Something unexpected happened.
On Feng Wuji’s face, which had turned the color of a purple sweet potato, a trace of the deep purple... strangely receded.
It was only a trace, but it had definitely receded!
The aura of collapse surrounding him also stabilized.
Huh?
The Purple Nether Demon Lord was stunned.
’What’s going on? A final burst of life?’
Refusing to believe it, it drove its internal Origin power even more frantically for a final assault!
"Break for me!!"
The purple Energy surged once more.
Feng Wuji’s face was again stained deep purple, and he looked to be on the verge of losing consciousness completely.
But at the most critical moment, the purple on his body faded a little once again.
He was fine again!
Huh???
The Purple Nether Demon Lord was completely bewildered.
It stared intently at Feng Wuji, its flame-like face showing genuine shock and confusion for the first time.
’This is illogical!’
’This completely violates the Laws!’
’No one should be able to withstand its Origin corruption for this long!’
’I don’t believe it!’
’Again!’
The Purple Nether Demon Lord grew vicious, practically squeezing out its own Divine Soul’s Origin and converting it into the purest corrosive power, which it then poured in all at once.
And then...
Feng Wuji turned purple.
Feng Wuji was about to die.
Feng Wuji wasn’t purple anymore.
Feng Wuji was fine again...
The cycle repeated itself over and over.
An extremely bizarre tug-of-war played out within the pagoda.
And at this very moment.
Clinging to Feng Wuji’s back, Chu Sheng was already blooming with joy on the inside.
If not for the fear of being discovered, he would have laughed out loud... well, not that he actually could.
Why was Feng Wuji able to hold on time and time again?
It was all thanks to him, of course!
Just now, when he had flown onto Feng Wuji’s back to "plot" with him, he had secretly inserted his God-devouring Needle into Feng Wuji’s body.
Of course, he wasn’t trying to harm Feng Wuji, nor was he trying to suck his blood.
He was helping!
As the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s domineering, corrosive Energy surged in, the Divine Path Trueflame within Chu Sheng’s body also began to circulate rapidly.
Streams of invisible flame traveled along the God-devouring Needle into Feng Wuji’s body, precisely incinerating the corrosive will within the purple-black Energy, leaving nothing behind.
This Divine Path Trueflame was the bane of all evil to begin with.
It had once burned away even a wisp of will from a descending Evil God of the Alien Race, so what was the mere Origin Divine Soul of this Purple Nether Demon Lord in comparison?
And so.
The purple-black Energy, now purified of its corrosive power, turned into the purest Spiritual Energy.
’This is practically a free, top-tier tonic!’
How could Chu Sheng possibly be polite about it?
He clung to Feng Wuji’s back like a water pump connected to a faucet, going full throttle and sucking for dear life!
[Ding! Mental Power +3000!]
[Ding! Mental Power +3000!]
[Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...]
The system notifications flooded his mind faster than a waterfall.
When he absorbed Qi Blood, he needed time to digest it, lest he burst.
But when it came to absorbing Mental Power, as long as it wasn’t the kind of super High-Tier Divine Soul Power that contained Divine Realm Law, he could absorb as much as came his way!
’Awesome!’
’It feels so awesome I could fly!’
Of course, Chu Sheng couldn’t take in such a massive amount of Energy all by himself.
Feng Wuji intercepted more than half of it.
He had to divide his attention between resisting the corruption and frantically absorbing the converted pure Energy to repair his injuries and stabilize his realm.
That’s why he sometimes looked like he was on the verge of collapsing.
He wasn’t pretending; he really was on the verge of collapsing.
The sheer amount of Energy the Purple Nether Demon Lord was pouring in was just too much, and Chu Sheng’s Divine Path Trueflame’s purification speed would occasionally fall behind for a second or two.
And those one or two seconds were enough to put him in a world of hurt.
Thus, the man and the mosquito cooperated with perfect tacit understanding. One acted as the tank in front, soaking up damage, while the other acted as the healer in the back, restoring health and mana, while also stealing some Energy on the side.
The poor Purple Nether Demon Lord was still kept in the dark.
It thought it wasn’t trying hard enough, so it kept grunting and straining, treating itself like a juicer and continuously pumping Energy to its opponent.
Little did it know that it was the one being juiced!
The stalemate continued like this for a full half-hour.
During that half-hour, the Purple Nether Demon Lord’s emotions were on a rollercoaster, cycling countless times from ecstasy to shock, then to rage, and finally to numbness.
It finally sensed that something was wrong.
It wasn’t that something was wrong with Feng Wuji, but with itself!
It felt... like it was getting a little weak.