The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Holy crap, someone's using a cheat!

Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin man a bit eerie? He always manages to use inexplicable and strange moves to elbow different enemies.

[Who remembers that Chen Guan was killed by several wolves before? They're finally done acting, right?]

Actually, Chen Guan's superpowers are about evenly matched; he's evenly matched with wolves and demons alike.

"You...you're a contractor too?"

Guan Jinyue's surprise gradually turned into understanding. Looking at the thinly dressed young man in front of her after the coffin was placed down, as Baal's contractor, she could naturally sense the source of the power contained in Chen Guan's attack.

But she was puzzled: "Since we're both contractors, why...?"

He is not.

A cold, sharp voice fell from the sky, and a young, aloof figure descended from the high heavens.

"He's just a thief, a petty thief."

Guan Jinyue bowed slightly upon seeing the young man: "Baal, you... why did you come in person?"

Even if it was just a clone, it was still quite a surprise to Guan Jinyue, since it was originally just a projection that had descended, but now it was growing flesh and blood like crazy.

Despite Baal's transformation into a young boy, Guan Jinyue knew very well that Baal's actual age was well over a thousand years old; this old demon simply liked to pretend to be young.

"Let me check on this thief."

Baal looked up at Chen Guan, his eyes devoid of the warmth he had shown when talking to Guan Jinyue. Chen Guan stood there, his loosely clenched hands trembling slightly, with tiny sparks and ashes-like dust falling between his fingers.

His eyes still reflected that burning world, but now, the fire of that world also burned into his eyes.

Forcibly controlling the mythical echoes far beyond his comprehension is like holding a red-hot branding iron; the backlash is burning his soul along invisible connections.

When the person in question was right in front of him, the lingering echo that had just been recorded instantly became violent.

Even more terrifying, a cold spiritual mark was firmly embedded in the depths of his soul—the attention of the demon god Baal.

"Chen's coffin!" Su Yuehe exclaimed.

Chen Guan raised his hand, showing no fear even when facing Baal, his eyes burning with fierce flames.

"You stole the embers of the end."

Baal's expression was one of cold indignation: "Do you know what fate awaits you after stealing power that doesn't belong to you?"

Baal was met with a barrage of attacks from Chen Guan, who hurled the image of a burning world at Baal's very concept of existence, like a javelin.

The crimson sky seemed to have been splashed with boiling oil, exploding into a boundless sea of ​​fire. This sea of ​​fire abnormally rolled upwards, like a greedy giant mouth, biting at Baal's not-so-tall body.

The howling wind turned into the wailing of everything before it was burned to ashes, the burning fire carried the domineering power to destroy everything, the thunder was the crisp sound of rules breaking apart in the burning, and the water evaporated into nothingness before it could even drip.

Baal's surging magic now encountered the most similar yet most contradictory power.

It is the same power of termination, yet it was ignited by a tiny individual with an unwavering will, which in turn burned away the very source of the concept.

Baal found it all laughable: "You'll die, human."

"Then come with me to hell, demon."

Instead of retreating, Chen Guan advanced, his burning eyes fixed on the carefree figure. He suddenly clenched his loosely clenched hands, as if compressing the power he had stolen from Baal into a heart-like, fiery core.

Then, it was pressed into the reality before his eyes.

Centered on the coffin, a domain with a radius of 100 meters, composed entirely of blazing white flames, was suddenly unleashed, barely isolating An Changqing and the others from it.

This realm is more like a slice of a world undergoing a rapid incineration process. Within the realm, all elements are burning wildly and heading towards annihilation. Even Baal himself has long been engulfed in flames.

This was Chen Guan's desperate gamble.

He could not truly wield the complete mythological authority of Baal, but he stole a sliver of the essence of the burning world and used his own powers, will, and even life as fuel to ignite this temporary incineration field.

He is using Baal's power to create a forbidden zone for Baal to burn his existence.

However, His eyes showed even more pity. He was just an avatar, while a human with a bright future was ruining his own future and choosing to perish with an insignificant avatar. How foolish!

Even if Balsh does nothing, this human will still die; even a god couldn't save him.

Besides, how could a demon god be killed by a weak human? His inaction was merely to see what it would be like to attack him with his own power.

"They brought about their own destruction."

However, at this very moment...

Whether it perishes or not is up to me.

A familiar voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, rang out lightly.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

A slender, fair hand appeared out of thin air, its fingers like knives, and it casually slashed at Baal in the air.

The movements were light and free, as if brushing dust off a table.

A pale white blade of light silently sliced ​​through the air.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

Baal, who was just moments before seemingly invincible, along with the churning dark red mist around him, the flashing crimson lightning, and the chilling, piercing will of the demon god, were wiped cleanly and decisively erased from the level of existence, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

Clean and spotless, without a trace.

Above the Scorched Rift Valley, the sky returned to its dim, yellowish hue, with only the lingering, immense spiritual energy remaining, proving that the cataclysmic scene from just moments before was not an illusion.

The space rippled gently, and the first thing that caught the eye was a pair of white boots.

Then came the white clothes, the white hat, and that distinctive white mask.

White Tiger!

The pressure suddenly disappeared, and An Changqing, Long Ao, and Su Yuehe staggered backward, almost collapsing from exhaustion.

Chen Guan felt that the cold mark deep in his soul had instantly lost its source. Although a trace of coldness remained, the erosion had stopped.

His condition was much worse than Baal's. His whole body felt like red-hot iron, his skin was already cracked from dryness, and his life was already counting down. He held on to his last breath and looked toward the source of the sound.

Baihu was still wearing his simple white clothes and a smiling mask. He had been standing not far from them at some point, observing Chen Guan with great interest, especially his eyes, which, although still bearing a dark red reflection, were slowly regaining their clarity.

"You've got some nerve, kid."

Baihu clicked his tongue in amazement. He wasn't worried at all about Chen Guan's half-dead state. Anyway, this kid would come back to life, so why should he worry?

A pill flicked from his fingertip and landed in An Changqing's hand some distance away: "Take this to save your companions. Next, it's time for adults; children don't need to get involved."