manynovel Chapter 3406 Fatal Blow
Chapter 3406 Fatal Blow
A foul wind, carrying thick, dark ghostly energy, surged endlessly.
Limbs and bones were piled up everywhere, and dark red bloodstains soaked into the cracked rock.
The air was filled with a nauseating stench and a malevolent aura.
Amidst this desolate scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Yang Susu's pristine white figure walked slowly.
She walked slowly and leisurely, as if strolling in her own backyard, completely out of place with the extremely tragic surroundings.
The long, white dress cascaded down like a waterfall, its hem brushing against the bloodstains and bones scattered on the ground, yet it remained untouched by a speck of dust, still as white as snow.
The clear light flowed, as if the purest and cleanest light in the world had forcefully pierced through the boundless darkness in the depths of the netherworld.
Each light step carried divine power, and the lingering ghostly aura beneath their feet crumbled away with a roar.
The ghostly soldiers roaring and charging at her couldn't even get close to her within a three-zhang radius. Under the invisible pressure, their bodies shattered and their souls scattered.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of ferocious ghost soldiers collapsed to the ground, without even a chance to resist.
The ferocious roars abruptly ceased, and the vast battlefield fell into a deathly silence, with not a single ghost daring to take another step forward.
"Who...who are you?!"
Do you know where this place is?
"Stop asking, stop asking..."
"Run! If we don't run, we'll all be crushed to ashes!"
"..."
After a brief silence, the ghost soldiers completely collapsed, and fear spread like a plague.
They no longer cared about military orders, abandoning their armor and weapons, letting out shrill screams, and frantically fleeing in all directions, wanting only to get as far away from this white-robed demon as possible.
But Yang Susu never once looked at these ant-like ghost soldiers.
Her only goal was the right general, who was suspended in mid-air, locked in fierce combat with Xiaolong.
Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the battlefield above. Little Dragon was surrounded by several ghost generals, its scales and feathers stained with blood, its aura becoming increasingly chaotic, and it was already engaged in a fierce battle. The dragon aura around its body had dimmed somewhat.
Yang Susu's clear, autumn-water-like eyes were instantly covered with a layer of icy coldness.
"What kind of skill is it to bully Little Dragon?"
Before she finished speaking, her figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint white afterimage, so fast that even the ghostly energy couldn't react.
The next second, space distorted slightly, and Yang Susu appeared out of thin air behind the right general, her white clothes fluttering and the wind raging.
"cut!"
She simply delivered a most basic and unadorned chop, slicing it from her pale fingertips.
The azure wind light solidified, instantly transforming into a gigantic wind blade a hundred feet long, stretching across the Netherworld sky.
The edge of the wind blade gleamed with a cold light, carrying a terrifying power that could tear through the void and shatter everything, as it whistled and slashed fiercely at the right general's back.
The right general, who was launching a full-scale attack on the old dragon, suddenly felt a deadly chill, enough to annihilate one's soul, coming from behind.
His hair stood on end, and his heart trembled.
Terrified, he could no longer care about killing the little dragon. He turned around abruptly and held the long spear, forged from ten-thousand-year-old black iron, horizontally in front of his chest.
He used all his strength to resist.
"clang--!"
The deafening clang of metal against metal resounded through the sky, the sound waves sweeping in all directions, shattering the souls of the surrounding ghost soldiers.
Everyone stared wide-eyed as the ten-thousand-year-old black iron spear, under the bombardment of the hundred-foot-long wind blades, instantly broke in two like brittle paper!
The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, without even the slightest stalemate.
The remaining force of the wind blade was undiminished, and with overwhelming power, it slammed heavily into the gilded armor worn by the right general.
That armor was a divine artifact, capable of withstanding countless magical attacks.
At this moment, however, it shattered like paper, scattering golden light everywhere.
"puff--!"
The right general coughed up a mouthful of pitch-black ghost blood, his internal organs shattered by the blow.
He transformed into an out-of-control cannonball, crashing into the distant Netherworld Rock Wall with a piercing whistling sound.
"Boom!"
With a deafening roar, the incredibly hard rock wall was smashed into a massive, bottomless crater.
Gravel flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.
A moment later, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the right general struggled to crawl out of the pit in a disheveled state.
The gilded armor was shattered beyond recognition!
He looked up at the woman in white, who was floating in mid-air, her face filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?!"
"My Xuan Tie spear and gilded armor are both artifacts of the divine realm, yet you shattered them with a single blow..."
"Who...who are you?"
Do you know who I am?
His voice trembled slightly at that moment.
Who exactly is this woman?
Apart from the Divine Realm, all other realms below it have been abandoned.
How can there be such an amazing woman?
Moreover, this woman even appeared in the Ghost Realm!
They appeared in such an important place.
At this moment, Yang Susu was no longer an ordinary cultivator in his eyes.
Is she also a goddess?
What is her relationship with the Ghost Realm?
Yang Susu looked down at him, her eyes indifferent as ice, as if looking at a dying ant: "Who I am is not important."
"The important thing is, you deserve to die!"
As she finished speaking, she slowly raised her delicate hand, and in her palm, a dazzling ball of orchid-colored flame slowly condensed.
The fire of the orchid is especially effective against ghosts and spirits of the underworld.
The firelight grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave in a serene blue.
Under the Holy Flame of the Orchid, the surrounding ghostly energy melted away rapidly, like ice and snow meeting fire.
"Since you enjoy throwing innocent people into this cave of ten thousand ghosts to suffer the torment of being devoured by ten thousand ghosts."
"Then today, I will send you to the true hell, where you will never be reincarnated!"
Just at this critical moment, Xiao Huang's anxious voice suddenly rang out: "Master, look down there, that little girl!"
Yang Susu's gaze sharpened, and she looked down.
Amidst the chaotic battlefield below, a ghost general, hidden in the shadows, took advantage of the moment when Yang Rui was tightly entangled by several ghost soldiers and unable to spare any attention, and stealthily crept up behind the innocent little girl like a ghost.
A sinister glint flashed in his eyes, and he held a dagger coated with ghostly poison in his hand, mercilessly stabbing it into the little girl's back!
The little girl was still too young to notice the deadly danger behind her, and continued to stare blankly at the battlefield.
Her face was pale, filled with fear.
"careful!"
Yang Rui roared, desperately trying to get back to help, but he was tightly entangled by the ghost soldiers around him and couldn't break free at all.
He could only watch helplessly as the dagger drew closer and closer, his heart pounding in his chest.
Just as the poisoned dagger was about to pierce the little girl's back, the fatal blow was about to fall—
"call out!"
A blue wind blade arrived first, moving at incredible speed, like lightning piercing the air and instantly severing the ghost general's arm that was holding the dagger.