I can find treasures in my dreams.

"Who?!"

Just as the Holy Son, who was only one step away from descending upon Canglan, shouted these words in shock and anger.

Zhang Hehua immediately saw dozens of gray-white chains suddenly emerge from the boundless darkness and shoot towards the fleshy ball like thunder.

At this point, the power of the world had not only repaired the hole in the membrane, but also thickened it considerably.

The blood river violently assaulted the "membrane," yet it could not budge it in the slightest.

This means that the path for the meatball to return has been completely cut off.

In the parlance of the Great Xia Dynasty, this is tantamount to "closing the door to beat the dog!"
It was perfectly fine when it arrived!
There's no going back now!

Especially since the clone has not yet completed the final step of its descent, it is at its weakest.

As a powerful figure at the Venerable level, the Holy Son was definitely not a fool. He naturally understood that he had been thoroughly tricked.

To its utter surprise, every time it asked Canglanxing's subordinates, they all confidently assured it that everything was going very smoothly.

It believed this, which is why it felt safe to descend from the Wasteland of Pain to Azure Star.

However, at the most crucial moment, a fatal blunder occurred when they descended to the altar.

waste!

You are all useless!
That is why the Holy Son was both shocked and furious.

next moment.

The gray-white chains tightly bound the fleshy ball, wrapping it up in layers.

The ball of flesh struggled desperately, but the chains seemed to be a persistent, incurable wound; it couldn't break free no matter what it did.

"who are you?"

The Holy Son roared again.

It could sense that the chains were not very familiar with its own power at first and were somewhat clumsy.

But after a short while, the chains became completely familiar with the power of the Venerable One and began to infiltrate the clone in an all-pervasive manner.

The clone was already in a weakened state, and now it has completely lost its ability to resist.

Based on this, it can be concluded with absolute certainty that this must be another Venerable of the Five-Colored Flame Clan.

It would be impossible to do this so quickly if they weren't of the same race.

however.

The question posed by the Son of God received no response.

Its gaze immediately fell upon the swarm of blood snakes flying everywhere, attempting to control the snakes to attack the chains.

Just as it eroded the world's barrier, it corroded and broke the chains, so that it could break free from its restraints.

Its own power is limited, but it can rely on external forces.

"Boom!"

A muffled heartbeat echoed from inside the fleshy mass.

The swarm of blood snakes quickly split into dozens of groups, surging towards the chains in a massive, overwhelming manner.

at the same time.

The chains underwent a strange change.

Countless specks of gray light emerged from the surface of each chain, forming a gray mist that enveloped the chains.

Once the blood serpent hits the gray mist, it will disintegrate silently, without ever having a chance to erode the chains.

The Holy Son understood perfectly well that this venerable member of his clan knew the altar inside and out and had long prepared a way to deal with the Blood Serpent.

It observed the gray mist intently and immediately discerned its secret, shouting, "Stop pretending! I know you are a Venerable of the White Flame Clan!"

*
The Commonwealth of Carmenia.

It is more than 100 kilometers away from the altar.

Yang Fan was sitting leisurely on the sofa in a mid-range apartment, watching his family have dinner.

The male head of the household, who was probably over forty years old, still wore a second-class loyalist badge on his chest, even though he was staying at home.

This is considered a relatively high-ranking medal.

Only mid-level federal officials or mid-level military officers can obtain it.

Three young women, all of whom were quite attractive and around twenty years old, were sitting at the dining table, quietly eating their meal.

They were all the master's wives.

Although the Federation has become a demonic realm, humanity has demonstrated a remarkable ability to adapt, and society has quickly developed a new ecosystem.

The government issued a decree allowing those of first-level loyalty to marry six legal wives, while those of second-level loyalty could marry three wives.

In a way, this can be considered a reward for loyalty.

The families of loyalists are exempt from certain terrible things, so women in the Federation are eager to marry loyalists.

In this way, the federation can greatly consolidate its rule.

From the perspective of a loyalist, upholding the interests of the Federation is tantamount to upholding their own interests.

Therefore, even the worst country will inevitably have a group of supporters.

at this time.

The man chewed on beef, glancing occasionally at his three young wives, clearly very satisfied with his current life.

He swallowed the beef and said in a commanding tone, "Alice, Sarah, you two come together tonight."

The phrase "together" undoubtedly means "to sleep with him."

The two wives who were named quickly forced smiles and responded.

"Ok."

"I see."

The other wife, who wasn't named, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because this man enjoys some perverse activities, sleeping with him often results in torture.

While observing the social ecology of the Federation, Yang Fan also remotely watched the void battlefield where the power of the world was intercepting the arrival of the Venerable.

"...You are a Venerable One of the White Flame Clan!"

The holy son's roar suddenly reached his ears.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, and then another thought crossed his mind.

Ok!

I won’t pretend anymore!

The chains binding the Holy Son in the void immediately burst into fierce gray-white flames.

This is precisely the signature power of the White Flame Clan.

Any blood snake that gets too close will be instantly reduced to ashes upon being scorched by the grayish-white flames.

But that wasn't all he had up his sleeve. "Squeak! Squeak!"

A series of strange cries came from the chains.

Subsequently.

An even more astonishing sight appeared.

One after another, hazy white shadows, looking like some kind of insect, darted through each chain and touched the fleshy ball.

The fleshy mass seemed to have been bitten by a snake, and began to wriggle at an even faster rate.

For the first time, the Holy Son's voice betrayed shock: "What kind of power is this?"

Yang Fan's gaze was deep and unfathomable, and he answered the other party's question in his heart: "This is a powerful ability derived from the supreme treasure, the Spirit-Seizing Cicada, called 'Withering and Flourishing Spirit Cicada'."

"Keng! Keng!"

The chains clanged incessantly.

This is an important achievement of Yang Fan's research on the way of demons and monsters—the Spirit-Locking Demon Chain.

At the core of the chains is the ancient god's Netherflame, which is of an extremely high level.

Therefore, it took dozens of chains to restrain the descending avatar of the Holy Son.

"squeak!"

It was accompanied by an unprecedentedly loud cry.

The withered and flourishing cicada officially invaded the core of the flesh ball.

Yang Fan's eyes flickered, and he saw a phantom demonic body sleeping inside a ball of flesh.

He exclaimed "Huh?" slightly surprised.

obviously.

The Holy Son descended only as a shadow of a soul; his physical body had not yet been fully formed.

It likely intends to use large-scale blood sacrifice to cultivate a body with immense power after arriving on Azure Star.

To achieve this goal, given the Venerable's level, it would probably require the blood sacrifice of at least several million Canglan people.

The Soul-Locking Chains followed closely behind, piercing into the fleshy ball and trapping the Holy Son's divided soul.

Dozens of withered and flourishing spirit cicadas swarmed forward, effortlessly piercing the divided soul with their sharp, illusory mouthparts, and began to absorb the soul power of the holy son.

This is precisely one of the most terrifying abilities that the Jade Cicada developed after its evolution.

It can forcibly extract the power of a living target without killing it.

"Damn it!"

The Holy Son roared again, his voice tinged with fear.

It can sense that the power of the soul is constantly being lost, but it is powerless to do anything about it.

Because this is a terrifying method at the level of a law.

It cannot comprehend this law, and therefore cannot stop it.

To Yang Fan's great surprise, the True Source Value accumulated within the Spirit Cicada began to surge at an unimaginable speed.

In recent months, he has worked hard to hunt down knights and has finally accumulated more than 5000 True Source Points.

At this moment, the True Source Value jumps once every second, with an increase of nearly four digits.

One second later, the True Source Value reached 5948 points.

Two seconds later, the true source value was 6904 points.

Three seconds later, the True Source Value was 7862 points.

...

Until the eighth second.

The True Source Value reached an astonishing 12640 points before the increase slowed down, rising by only a little over 400 points per second.

"who are you?"

The Holy Son was nearly driven mad; his voice was filled with intense fear.

This secret method of forcibly extracting soul power was terrifying even to the Demon Lord.

Yang Fan did not answer.

He was overjoyed to see his True Source value jump to 1.3 points.

As expected, to really fleece someone, you have to target the strong and exploit them relentlessly; plundering knights is just too much trouble.

*
the other side.

Descend upon the altar.

At Jia Lie's command, a demon carried Zhang Hehua in one hand as if she were a chick, and strode toward the altar.

Eduardo could only watch this scene in despair, not daring to stop it at all.

As the master of the Azure Palace, he originally controlled the vast Gameni Federation, but now he can't even protect his own woman.

He regretted it.

I deeply regret it.

Zhang Hehua remained in a strange state, observing the battle taking place in the void, completely unaware that death was approaching.

She "saw" that the fleshy ball containing the Holy Son was rapidly decaying, constantly oozing a dark liquid.

She didn't understand what had happened, but she was very certain of one thing—the methods Your Excellency had used seemed to have driven the Holy Son to the brink of despair.

"who are you?"

The Holy Son's roar received no response.

Its rage turned to the altar: "You useless bunch of trash, you actually let the enemy infiltrate the altar!"

It could see very clearly that the source of the Soul-Locking Chains was also the altar, and the altar even provided a great deal of energy to the chains.

This is absolutely a huge joke.

The altars that the demons painstakingly built, and the power they gathered, were instead used by the enemy.

How could the Holy Son not be furious?
At this time.

The demon swung its arm and slammed Zhang Hehua heavily to the ground.

It sensed that something was wrong with the woman and decided to bring her back to her senses, otherwise tormenting her would be unpleasant.

"Oh!"

Just heard a muffled sound.

Zhang Hehua felt as if she had been hit hard in the back, and the pain made her feel like her bones were about to fall apart.

She cried out in pain, immediately snapping out of her strange state, and saw a demon dressed in human skin. (End of Chapter)