The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"This final task... to devour fragments of the secret realm's rules?"

Gu Xu frowned, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

With the Ghost Mother dead, this secret realm should have collapsed by now.

But just as he was thinking this, something unexpected happened.

The originally gray sky suddenly began to fade.

It's not just that it gets dark, it's a true "fading".

It's like an old photograph, rapidly weathered by the power of time.

The surrounding black stone village, the altar, and even the ground beneath our feet.

They all turned into a monotonous grayish-white color at a visible speed, and then scattered like sand in the wind.

Even the chilly smell in the air was quickly disappearing.

Instead, there is a chilling emptiness.

"Hmm? This plot isn't going quite right..."

Alarm bells rang in Gu Xu's mind.

Before he could react, the world before him completely collapsed.

All the scenery disappeared, leaving only endless nothingness and chaos.

In the deepest part of that chaos, a strange red light, like a heart, slowly beat once.

Boom!

Gu Xu felt his heart skip a beat.

He squinted, looking at the red light.

A playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

"I see... the real main course was hidden under the plate?"

"Get the hell out of my way!"

A loud shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

The shock caused the surrounding surging waves to shatter into white foam.

Su Qiong's current state can only be described as "madness".

Her blood-red greatsword, which resembled a door panel, had absolutely no sword techniques or rules.

He was just relying on brute force and a reckless, ruthless fighting style.

Each swing of the sword tore a chilling, blood-red wind pressure through the air.

This forced the three men who were besieging her to temporarily retreat.

"This woman is insane! She's absolutely insane!"

The gun-wielding Shadow Gun Saint was utterly horrified.

His black boots were covered with dents of varying depths, the deepest one on his chest, where he had been a fraction of a second too slow and had almost had his sternum crushed by Su Qiong's sword hilt.

Just now, he clearly pierced Su Qiong's left shoulder with a [Shadow Strike], thinking he could cripple one of her hands.

Instead of retreating, the madwoman grinned and pushed her shoulder forward, causing the spear tip to penetrate even deeper.

Using this to block his weapon, he retaliated with a headbutt that landed close to his face.

The dull thud of bones hitting bones still echoes in his mind.

It shocked him so much that he saw stars.

"Don't fight her head-on! She's burning out her life force!"

Ningning floated in mid-air in the rain, her once exquisite pink kimono now stained with dust and blood.

She waved her folding fan wildly, showering Su Qiong with streaks of pink light that slowed and weakened her.

"Her boost won't last long! We'll wear her down!"

The Onmyoji also had a sinister look on his face at this moment, and the shikigami he summoned had already been changed three times.

From the initial hungry ghosts to the later Prajna, and now to the giant one-eyed monk, there are no exceptions.

Everything was smashed into scrap paper by Su Qiong's giant sword.

His heart ached so much that his lips twitched. Each of these talismans was a treasure he had offered to the shrine for forty-nine days.

"You dare to waste your breath? You think you're worthy?"

Su Qiong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, her crimson eyes burning with an almost tangible flame.

She completely ignored the negative effects plaguing her, although her movements visibly slowed down.

But that momentum continued to rise.

Behind her, Jiang Shu's face was deathly pale, and the pages of the "Heavenly Revelation Codex" she was holding were turning so many times they were almost smoking.

She bit her lip, a trickle of blood seeping out, desperately squeezing out the last drop of magic from her body.

They desperately maintained the light shield and attribute amplification on Su Qiong's body.

"Sister Su... hang in there a little longer..."

Jiang Shu's voice was barely audible, and the scene before her eyes began to blur.

On the battlefield, an extremely tragic scene unfolded.

Su Qiong was covered in blood, her major general uniform was now just strips of cloth, and her exposed skin was covered with wounds, some deep enough to expose bone, and some still oozing black blood—signs of poisoning.

But she was like a painless killing machine.

As long as you can still move, you must bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy.

"Baka! Is this woman made of iron?"

Shadow Stream Gun Saint's mentality completely collapsed when he saw Su Qiong charging up again.

He clearly saw that Su Qiong had been hit by a corrosive curse of Yin-Yang magic in her abdomen, and her intestines were probably rotten to the core.

But how can this woman run so fast?

"Forbidden Spell!!! Bloodlust & Fury!"

Su Qiong didn't give them any time to think. She stomped her foot, and the ground collapsed with a crash.

Using the recoil, she completely ignored the shikigami and hidden weapons attacking from both sides.

It crashed straight into the most despicable Onmyoji.

"If I kill just one, this is a win-win situation! If I kill two, I'll have made a killing!"

This is Su Qiong's simple arithmetic logic.

"Crazy man! Help me! Ningning, help me!"

The Onmyoji was terrified when he saw the blood-red figure rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

He could clearly see the bloodstains on Su Qiong's teeth.

And that crazed look in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Shinto Style: Cherry Blossom Barrier!"

Ningning dared not be negligent in the rain. If the Onmyoji died, the formation of this iron triangle would be broken, and they would face the berserk Su.

No one has a sure chance of winning.

Countless pink cherry blossom petals gathered in front of the Onmyoji.

It transforms into a shield that appears weak but is actually incredibly resilient.

"Smash it, you son of a bitch!!"

Su Qiong roared, and all the muscle fibers in her body snapped at that moment, blood gushing out from her pores—a sign that she had pushed her power to its limit.

The crimson greatsword, imbued with all her energy and spirit, slammed heavily into the cherry blossom shield.

"Click—"

A teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out.

The cherry blossom shield lasted for less than half a second before shattering into pieces.

The greatsword's momentum remained undiminished...

It slammed hard onto the protective black mist that the Onmyoji had just condensed.

"puff--!"

The Onmyoji was like a fly that had been swatted away, screaming as he flew dozens of meters before crashing headfirst into a pile of rocks, his fate unknown.

But at the same time, Su Qiong's back also revealed a huge flaw.

"Go to hell!"

The Shadow Gun Saint, who had been looking for an opportunity, revealed a fierce glint in his eyes.

He seized the moment when Su Qiong's old strength was exhausted and her new strength had not yet arisen, and the broken spear in his hand had already been replaced by a short dagger that gleamed with a ghostly blue light.

"Shadow Stream Technique: Backstab!"

This attack was completely silent and incredibly fast.

"laugh!"

The dagger pierced Su Qiong's lower back without any resistance, all the way down to the hilt.

The intense toxins erupted instantly, and Su Qiong's body stiffened abruptly, the numbness shooting up her spine to the top of her head.

Her previously violent movements came to an abrupt halt.