The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Having just finished explaining, Zhou Zhanxie glanced at Li Zhen, then suddenly rushed towards the edge of the spiritual energy's coverage in three quick steps.

"Eh!"

With Li Zhen's quick reflexes, it was impossible for Zhou Zhanxie to steal the chicken like that. With just a glance, she dragged Zhou back the way he came.

"How impulsive! Are you planning to sacrifice yourself while we're not looking?"

Li Zhen gave Zhou a lecture, tossed him back, and then contacted Rachel to enter the Shadow Dimension.

Now that it's clear there's a solution, the problem is no longer a problem.

Li Zhen's current strength, after replenishing his mental power, can be described as all-around. Do you really think this is just talk?

"Is it your turn to sacrifice?"

After leaving those words behind, Li Zhen turned around, her gaze filled with complex emotions as she looked at the dark, menacing vortex of hell that seemed to devour everything. Facing the raging winds and terrifying suction, she calmly stepped into it, one step at a time.

Without any earth-shattering phenomena or explosive energy clashes, his figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the dark vortex, and was instantly swallowed up by endless darkness and pale bone shadows.

hum-

A moment later, the mental energy platform that Li Zhen had just gathered in mid-air suddenly began to dissipate. Everyone was dumbfounded.

Zhou Zhanxie had learned about Li Zhen's past by working with the UN-sent team.

As Constantine said, even Zhou didn't think that Li Zhenzhen would give up the idea of ​​directly annihilating the collective.

However, having lived in both the Yin and Yang realms for almost the same period during his growth, Zhou Zhanxie felt compassion for those who died unjustly and were not evil, feeling a sense of kinship with them.

Zhou Zhanxie turned his gaze to the group in the Jade Pavilion, and then noticed that the 'Underworld Master' who was leaning on the dragon-headed cane was also panting with a flushed face, obviously having just been freed from some kind of restraint.

Oh, Li Zhen had anticipated that this group from the Jade Pavilion in the underworld would also hinder his 'sacrifice,' so he had imprisoned the 'girl' with the dragon-head cane standing at the very front in advance.

The next second, the suction force of the previously raging and expanding hellish vortex suddenly decreased.

The savage pulling force that had been tearing the heavens and earth began to fade, the rolling yin winds slowly subsided, the restless remnant souls gradually calmed down, and the terrifying vortex of the entrance to hell began to slow down, even closing little by little.

Constantine was initially bewildered after watching the whole thing, but then his eyes lit up with ecstasy, and his tense nerves completely relaxed.

The binding force of his mental energy was also weakening, which meant that even if Li Zhen was not dead, he was probably drawn into the deepest level of hell.

Constantine felt he couldn't understand what Lee Jung was thinking this time.

In the past, it was alright; you could just follow the logic of an alien serial killer who was tired and wanted to come to Earth for a vacation and retirement, and it would generally be fairly accurate. "It's ridiculous, one or two people playing this kind of meaningless sacrifice."

After venting his frustrations, Constantine felt no guilt whatsoever, except for the slight contrast. He planned to flee as soon as the restraints were lifted, leaving this place of trouble far behind.

"Trying to leave?"

The maid at the very front of the Jade Pavilion suddenly turned her gaze, her still-developing voice carrying a hint of unavoidable coquettishness.

With a slight tremor of his wrist holding the dragon-headed cane, the emerald green dragon head at the top of the cane suddenly shone with a dazzling light. A layer of clear emerald green light, like ripples on water, instantly spread out, spanning dozens of meters, and precisely wrapped around Constantine's legs.

zizi——

The green light took root and stuck to Constantine's limbs. No matter how much magic he used, his body remained motionless, completely imprisoned in mid-air.

"Hey! I don't know you, do I? Who are you?"

Constantine was almost in tears. He had just been able to run and had been taken down again, and by a little kid who didn't even reach his waist.

If it weren't for the fact that this little child had a completely authentic Eastern face, Constantine would have thought it was a past emotional debt he had incurred in some hellish space.

The girl stepped forward slowly, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the struggling Constantine, her tone full of sarcasm.

"John Constantine, do you think I don't recognize you?" "The wanted posters from those western horned demons are plastered all over the inns and outposts of Hades, saying you are notorious for your many evil deeds."

"The barrier between Yin and Yang was broken today while you were present. Whether it was your doing or not, you cannot leave so easily."

She gently tapped her dragon-headed cane, and the moment it hit the ground, the binding power surged several times over.

"Stay here obediently and wait for the one who entered the abyss to come out."

"If he is safe and sound, we may deal with you as appropriate."

"If he perishes in the sea of ​​resentment and never returns, then you shall fill this gap in hell, mend the rift between yin and yang, and we shall slowly repair the barriers!"

Constantine's face turned deathly pale instantly. The words of anger were on the tip of his tongue, but when he looked at the girl's seemingly innocent face, which was filled with a murderous intent devoid of warmth in her eyes, he swallowed them back. He could only stand there, frozen in frustration, unable to move.

Just as the atmosphere in the room froze, everyone was on edge, waiting for the result.

In the hellish vortex that had completely subsided, with only a faint black mist swirling around it, a bulge suddenly rose.

The girl swung her dragon-headed cane, and Constantine fell to the ground with a thud, landing face down.

The remaining members of the Jade Pavilion and Zhou Zhanxie were all fully focused and ready for battle.

Especially Zhou Zhanxie, a piece of yellow paper folded into the shape of a short sword flew out of his satchel, and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a giant sword more than two meters long. The blade of the giant sword was covered with yellow talismans, which Zhou held in one hand, the tip of the sword aimed at the increasingly prominent bulge in the vortex.

"My friend is very capable..."

Zhou Zhanxie quickly patched up the 'story and character introductions' for his sect members.

But the next second, a familiar face suddenly popped out of the vortex.

Contrary to Zhou Zhanxie's imagination, she was not assimilated or corrupted by the aggregate of resentment. Her face was clean when she left and remained fair when she returned.

Li Zhen walked out of the vortex step by step without stopping, her body clean and unharmed, without a single wound or bloodstain.

The only change was that a faint, indescribable weariness settled deep in the depths of his eyes.

The entire room fell silent.

The seven experts from the Jade Pavilion, all possessing Yin-Yang cultivation, were filled with disbelief.

They were all experts in their respective fields, so they could naturally tell whether Li Zhen's condition was abnormal, and whether the resentment beneath the vortex was present or not.

Constantine noticed the sudden silence in the room and was terrified. After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to turn himself over by pushing with his tongue.

Then he was dumbfounded. Li Zhen seemed to have gone down and cleaned up something extremely simple, even easier than dealing with a ghost infant himself.

Zhou Zhanxie stood frozen in place, staring blankly at Li Zhen, clearly finding her unharmed state to be seriously inconsistent with her understanding.

Well, it's not just the people outside who don't understand.

Rachel, who went down with them, also couldn't understand.

She could judge the severity of the situation simply by sensing the information transmitted to her by Li Zhen's mind.

In fact, Rachel initially thought that Li Zhen wanted to ask her if she could withstand accepting those resentments.

As the daughter of the Triple Demon, Rachel's soul is of a high enough standard, and her inexhaustible magical power is sufficient for her to dissolve it.

She didn't ask why, because she unconditionally trusted Li Zhen.

Since Li Zhen unusually did not want to resolve the issue through "killing," Rachel naturally offered her unconditional support as well.

Unexpectedly, Li Zhen took the initiative herself.

Just now, she saw all the scenes deep within the vortex through the entire telepathic connection.

She witnessed firsthand the monstrous, grotesque creature, composed of countless gray-white bones and fragmented resentment, perched at the entrance to hell, radiating boundless hatred powerful enough to tear apart any living being that approached. Yet, as Li Zhen slowly drew near, the aggregate hesitated.

Then Li Zhen simply raised her palm and gently placed it on the boundless aggregate of resentment.

The fierce, violent, and intractable resentment, like birds returning to their nests or streams flowing into the sea, became incredibly gentle. It flowed through his palms and arms, cleanly and continuously into his body, where it was completely accepted, dissolved, and soothed.

At that moment, Rachel only sensed that Li Zhen was sending a thought to that collective resentment.

If Zhou Zhanxie or Constantine outside knew what had happened, it would undoubtedly be an even more unbelievable shock to them.

Whether it was Kang or Zhou, the former relied on deception, and the latter relied on earnest persuasion, in order to barely approach or dissolve the resentment of a single evil spirit.

As for Li Zhen, who was carrying everyone, she only glanced at him to confirm that Constantine hadn't escaped before signaling to the Jade Pavilion members that they could begin repairing the breach.

"I need to rest for a while."

Li Zhen found an open space and sat down, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Tens of thousands of grievances were not enough to shake his mental strength.

But watching and experiencing the memories and resentment of tens of thousands of victims before they were slaughtered by invaders made him, a man who had essentially been an invader in the past, feel somewhat exhausted.

Perhaps the definition of "some" is a bit too broad. Under Zhou Zhanxie's puzzled and worried gaze, Li Zhen lowered her head slightly.

In the depths of space, the red of anger and the blue of mercy began to intertwine.

"roll!"

Li Zhen suddenly looked up and directly stopped the two eager lights from shining.

That army of emotional trolls is always looking for an opening to stab at you.