Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 648 Laozi Manifests His Divine Power!

"Fang Yu! Fang Yu! Fang Yu!! Wake up!"

Upon hearing the sound, Zhan Lan, being a zombie, couldn't turn her head, so she jumped around. The sight she saw made her heart clench!
Zhao Yingkong, the usually calm and collected assassin girl, was now like a stubborn village fool, staggering towards Fang Yu. Her eyes were no longer as cold as before, but filled with anxiety, pain, and a hint of determination that she herself did not realize.

"Fang Yu! Wake up! Look at us! Do you still recognize me?!" Her voice was choked with sobs, sounding particularly weak in the howling wind, yet incredibly stubborn. She gripped the Fang of Netherfire tightly in her hand, its eerie blue flames reflecting off her tear-streaked face.

"Come back!" Alarm bells rang in Zhan Lan's mind! Fang Yu was in a state where he couldn't be communicated with at all! She didn't care about anything else, and her powerful mental energy instantly condensed. Invisible chains of mental energy instantly wrapped around Zhao Yingkong's consciousness, intending to forcibly pull her back to reality and control her.

"Stop! Sakura Sora!"

As expected, Zhan Lan's mind control was activated, and Zhao Ying's body, which had been charging forward for so long, suddenly froze.

However, just as Zhao Yingkong was shaken by the telekinetic force and her movements froze...
A black face, drawn with inhuman lines, appeared before Zhan Lan's eyes without warning, like a ghost!

The cold, sharp lines of the kaku, the gaping maw that splits open to the ears, and the crimson Rinne Sharingan in the center that slowly rotates, reflecting their terrified images!

An aura of extreme evil and indifference swept over him! Zhan Lan's zombie body instantly froze, and his mental control was interrupted!

It's Fang Yu!
In the instant Zhao Yingkong was affected by mental power, he keenly sensed the source of Zhan Lan's mental fluctuations and approached her with incomprehensible speed!

"Ugh!" Zhan Lan was horrified. Almost instinctively, she mustered all her remaining mental energy and transformed it into a sharp mental thorn, stabbing fiercely at the scarlet eye in front of her!
A scream of the soul!

puff!
The mental spike struck the scarlet eye, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, failing to create the expected ripples or cause any real harm.

However, the movement of Fang Yu's giant hand, covered with ferocious armor and sharp bone claws, hovering in mid-air, did indeed show a slight, imperceptible lag.

It was just a tiny fraction of a second.

But this one ten-thousandth of a second is the limit of "influence" he can exert in his current state of being devoured by overwhelming inner demons and locked in by the world's malice.

This slight delay wasn't even enough to change his murderous intent!
The black giant claw, having fully charged up, slammed down with ruthless power!

"Boom——!!!"

The giant hand of the armored warrior crashed down like a meteorite!

In an instant, Zhan Lan felt Li Yingqi in her arms become as hot and heavy as a red-hot iron! A terrifying impact exploded in her chest! The zombie's tough body was like being hit head-on by a high-speed train, and she and Li Yingqi were shot backward like sacks being torn apart!

The blood that spurted from their mouths was no longer bright red, but a purplish-black filthy blood mixed with fragments of internal organs! The two figures drew a tragic arc and crashed heavily into a pile of twisted car wreckage, raising a cloud of dust.

In Zhan Lan's final moments of consciousness, there was only endless coldness and despair over Fang Yu's terrifying power.

"Fang Yu! Ah—!!!" Witnessing all this, Zhao Yingkong went completely mad! Her last shred of reason was burned to ashes by her rage! Like an enraged female leopard, she pounced on him recklessly!

Two Netherfire Fangs, burning with ghostly blue flames and filled with resolute killing intent, stabbed fiercely towards Fang Yu's back joints, which were covered by heavy armor!

"Ding! Ding!"

Two ear-piercing metallic scraping sounds!

The azure ghost fire, powerful enough to scorch the soul, only produced two blinding sparks the moment it touched the surface of the pitch-black armor!
The two daggers were like piercing a sleeping black mountain, their tips stuck in the indestructible armor, unable to penetrate even a tiny gap!

The force of the recoil caused Zhao Yingkong's tiger's mouth to split open, and blood flowed down the dagger! Fang Yu, who had transformed into a ghoul, didn't even turn around.

He simply flicked his thick tail, covered in sharp bone spurs, with extreme casualness and a kind of annoyance, as if swatting away a flying insect!
"Oh!"

Zhao Yingkong was struck as if by a battering ram! Her slender body emitted a series of heartbreaking cracking sounds as she was sent hurtling into the distance like a cannonball.

His body rubbed violently against the ruins, leaving a long trail of blood, before finally rolling into the dust, even the Fang of Netherfire flying out of his hand.

She struggled to get up, but could only vomit blood in vain.

"BOOM—!!!" The first massive piece of satellite debris finally hit the ground! It crashed into the spot where Fang Yu had been standing, less than a hundred meters from where Zhao Ying had landed!

The earth tore apart, and the shockwave ripped the ruins apart once more, sending scorching metal fragments flying like a rainstorm!

An even greater disaster was about to follow!

Whoosh—! Boom!

A Boeing 747 passenger plane, broken in two, crashed into the flank of the battlefield with a sharp whooshing sound, as if hurled by the hand of death. The massive aircraft completely destroyed a half-collapsed skyscraper!

"Whoosh—Boom!" An intercontinental ballistic missile that should have been scrapped and abandoned, trailing a strange tail flame, shot at Fang Yu at a tricky angle as if it had eyes, just as he had shaken apart a piece of fallen steel bar in the smoke and dust!

The whole world has been plunged into a frenzy of coincidences!

The sky was filled with the roar of airplane wreckage, burning containers, twisted giant steel beams, shrapnel, collapsing buildings on the ground, gas pipes exploding abruptly, giant billboards breaking and crashing down for no apparent reason, and even excavator buckets emerging from the ground. Everything imaginable that could cause devastating damage, all the coincidental "accidents," all became the Grim Reaper's scythe aimed at that one dark figure—the inner demon Fang Yu!

Their target was incredibly precise—to eliminate this "dead point" that the world had determined to be number one in the sequence!
Blood kept gushing from Zhao Ying's mouth as she watched the black figure repeatedly clashing and tearing apart amidst the endless, almost calamity-like attacks of "coincidence," its wounds multiplying yet its movements remaining ferocious. She had never felt so powerless.

"Fang Yu." With difficulty, she dragged her almost unconscious body toward Zhan Lan and Li Yingqi, who were also lying unconscious on the rubble of a car.

Every movement tore open the wound, bringing excruciating pain.

But she couldn't stop; she had to get them away from this core zone of destruction, even if it was just a little further away.

Scalding tears mixed with blood streamed down her face, not because of her own injuries, but because she knew better than anyone that even Fang Yu, the omnipotent and monstrous figure in her heart, would eventually run out of strength under the relentless and malicious attacks of the entire world's will!
No one! No life! Can survive in this raging torrent of malice in a world that has angered both heaven and man!
Her consciousness began to blur due to the excruciating pain and blood loss, and her climbing speed became slower and slower.

Above them, another piece of burning wing debris plummeted down with a destructive shriek, casting a shadow over the three of them.
The chill of death had already settled on my skin.

Just moments before Zhao Yingkong's vision was about to completely plunge into darkness—

A pure, holy, and gentle golden light, like a golden star rising against the current, suddenly emerged from the dark void behind Fang Yu, which had been distorted and chaotic due to the battle!

The golden light quickly condensed into a blurry yet majestic phantom of a Taoist priest.

With white hair and a youthful face, holding a whisk, surrounded by a faint purple aura, a righteous and peaceful aura instantly dispelled the dense destruction and madness around him.
The moment I saw this phantom, the last string that had been taut in my heart suddenly relaxed.

"Madam, you are the Lord of the Netherworld," Zhao Yingkong uttered a few broken, almost inaudible words, her lips seemingly trying to curve upwards, but only managing to tug at the congealed blood.

Having exhausted her last bit of strength and hope, she completely lost consciousness and collapsed beside Zhan Lan and Li Yingqi.

(End of this chapter)