The improved female villains regained their memories.

Nine Phoenix roared, "If you don't pull yourself together, all the divine beasts will die!"

Jiu Ba Huang snapped back to reality.

Seeing that all the surrounding divine beasts were injured, it finally erupted, revealing its true form as a Qilin, and opened its split soul again to attack the heroes of the Alliance.

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Song Panning stood on another mountain peak, her clothes fluttering in the dark wind.

She squinted, gazing at the changes on the distant battlefield, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Tian Bulian stood beside her, gazing at the strange array fluctuations within the Heroes Alliance in the center of the battlefield, and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "To be able to construct an array within a cultivator's body, such a method is truly unheard of. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's equivalent to having an extra Void Root."

"Heh." Song Panning chuckled lightly, accepting the compliment. She gently stroked her chin with her slender fingers. "These divine beasts are nothing but the remnants of the Guardian Heaven Sect. The real main course hasn't even been served yet."

Tian Bulian bowed slightly: "Fellow Daoist is wise and resourceful, I am willing to follow your orders."

“I wouldn’t dare to presume to be great.” Song Panning shook her head, the pearl hairpin at her temple swaying slightly. “But later I might need to trouble you and Mu Xiaobai to protect those people. I don’t want them to die too quickly.”

"It's no trouble at all," Tian Bulian readily agreed. For someone like her, protecting a few True Immortals was indeed not a difficult task.

But her divine sense was secretly scanning the battlefield. There should have been seven avatars on the other side, but she could only sense six auras at this moment. Tian Bulian frowned slightly—Ming Kunli had indeed been ambushed and killed by Jiang Mochang, but the number didn't match up.

"Is it because it's hidden too well, or..." she pondered to herself, "...is there some incarnation that hasn't even appeared here yet?"

This thought sent a chill down her spine. If there truly was an avatar operating in the shadows, then the opponent's intentions were likely far more dangerous than the battle before her. Tian Bulian's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the distant area where green light soared into the sky, and an ominous premonition spread through her heart.

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Looking at the battle situation in the mirror, Shan Kanmou shook his head helplessly.

"This is really the original body's fault." She was a little annoyed. "I had advised the original body to make arrangements among those people in the Heroes Alliance, but the original body just wouldn't budge. Now look what happened, injecting the will of heaven has just aided the enemy."

Bian Li Huo comforted her, "Alright, you know her well. She never tells us what she's thinking or doing."

"She... never mind."

Shan Kanmou wanted to complain about Yang Pingsheng's incident, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

In the midst of a great battle, she complained that her original form was always a bit strange.

"Let the evil spirits take their bodies, and then open all the coffins of the demon race!"

Shan Kanmou said, "Since it's a head-on battle, let's not hold back. Let's use offense as defense and take the initiative to attack, buying time for our main body!"

She reached out and touched something in mid-air, activating something.

The earth trembled and rumbled, and the coffins behind the mountains opened one by one.

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The golden armored bees broke through the blockade of the underworld soldiers and generals and stormed in.

What are these things?

"Get out of the way quickly, its armor suppresses our demonic energy."

"Damn it, my protective demonic energy has been broken, and I've come into contact with the death energy of the Netherworld!"

In the midst of the chaos, the Alliance of Heroes undoubtedly gained the upper hand.

When Shi Guijia's swarm of armored bees stormed in, the battle turned completely one-sided.

The divine beasts were almost completely crushed. Jiufeng was beaten badly by the wind blades, and Jiubahuang was covered in blood.

"We can't hold on any longer, retreat!" Jiu Feng transmitted his voice to the Nine Eight Desolations.

Jiu Bahuang gritted his teeth: "But Yinglong told us..."

"You're so stubborn. You do whatever Yinglong tells you to do. You were like that before, and you're still like that now."

"I......."

"If you're willing to stay here and die, then go ahead. I'm leaving now."

What nonsense about the grand plans of the demon race and the will of Heaven! Jiufeng only lives for herself. She spreads her wings and intends to use any means to escape.

But before it could move, a loud bang echoed in the sky.

boom!

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"Ok?"

Song Panning frowned and looked over, and saw that in the sky and on the ground, many deformed beasts rushed to the battlefield, covering the sky and the sun.

What are those things?

Even Song Panning had never seen such a strange monster.

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The earth suddenly trembled violently, and the dark, gloomy sky was continuously torn open with scarlet cracks.

The first thing to shatter the spatial barrier was a hundred-foot-tall dragon skeleton, its stark white bones flowing with lava-like bloodline patterns. Ghostly blue soul flames flickered in the hollow eye sockets of the skeletal fire dragon, and each time it swung its broken tailbone, it plowed out molten lava trenches emitting blue smoke. Most bizarrely, thousands of crimson bone spurs grew from its jagged spine, each tipped with a still-wriggling human face embryo.

Immediately following was a piercing scream like an infant's cry, as the bronze chariot rolled through the void, leaving dark green tracks. The spokes of the Thousand-Eyed Ghost Chariot were actually pieced together from twelve curled-up demon corpses, and the thousand demonic eyes embedded in the shafts rotated simultaneously, taking in every corner of the battlefield. On the banners fluttering atop the chariot, countless struggling vengeful spirits coalesced into ever-changing, malevolent totems.

A two-headed black bird descended upon the battlefield. The icy breath spewed from its left head froze the space, while its right head simultaneously released phosphorescent blue flames. Ice and fire collided between its wings, creating an energy vortex that annihilated everything. Even more terrifying were the twelve bells hanging from the ends of its tail feathers—each bell absorbed the death energy of the underworld and used it to unleash sonic attacks.

Another monstrous beast roamed underground, its lower body merging with the surging river of blood. Three hundred and sixty skeletons on its chest simultaneously emitted shrieks, and countless vengeful arms emerged from the churning blood waves. These arms relentlessly seized the golden armor on the battlefield; with each piece devoured, the river of blood roared and surged even more fiercely.

There are countless such bizarre monsters. Not only do they look strange, but it's also unknown whether they are dead or alive.

Compared to them, the divine beasts of the Heavenly Guardian Sect are quite beautiful.

"Many of the ancient great demons were not recorded. The earliest demons known to humankind were those collected by the Guardian Heaven Sect, also known as the Record of Divine Beasts of the Mountains and Seas."

Knowing the inside story, Tian Bulian explained to Song Panning: "The demon race came into contact with the Netherworld a long time ago. For their so-called grand plan for the demon race, Zhulong took charge and moved some of the demon race to live in the Netherworld. These demon race members and the death energy of the Netherworld became one, and gradually they turned into this appearance."

The underworld is a place of death, a place one enters only after death.

Zhulong infiltrated the demon race here, leaving them in a state of neither life nor death, which has long since broken the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

Song Panning frowned: "I thought the demon race respected the laws of heaven, but how did they manage to break the rules of life and death like this?"

Tian Bulian answered Song Panning's question with a single sentence: "Because Bai Ze is in the Land of Rules."

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Land of Rules

"You should probably behave yourself."

Bai Ze squatted down in front of Jiang Mochang and advised:

"Now you've guessed Yang Pingsheng's plan, and you understand that the villains won't come to save you. So why struggle? Just stay here obediently. That way, no matter who wins, you'll survive safely. Isn't that better?"

The pink color relentlessly encroached upon the land of rules, attempting to refine it, but due to the absolute rules, it could not shake the place in the slightest.

Bai Ze never expected the girl to go so crazy. In the end, she almost tried to break free of her restraints by self-destructing. Later, Bai Ze saw through her true nature and forced her to produce the talisman—the talisman that recorded the gift Yang Pingsheng gave her. Only then did Jiang Mochang calm down.

She lay there, looking at the little white flowers, silently weeping.

She buried herself in the white flowers, and her tears flowed for a long, long time, until they ran dry.

Bai Ze just watched. Although it found humans interesting, it also found human emotions to be the most troublesome.

"I'm begging you, make a deal with me," Jiang Mochang said in a low, hoarse voice.

"No, I've already said no. Even if you say it a hundred times, no means no." Bai Ze refused with principle.

"I want to die," Jiang Mochang said. "Is it not even allowed for me to die?"

“Dying in the Land of Rules isn’t really dying. Now that the Netherworld has been invaded by the Great Void, your soul won’t go down there even if you die,” Bai Ze said. “Give up on that idea. You’re destined never to see Yang Pingsheng again.”

Jiang Mochang lay there quietly, letting despair creep over every part of his body.

She didn't speak or move.

He lay there, as if he were dead.

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Inside the consciousness space of the divine beast.

Bai Ze's consciousness finally emerged.

"You're here?"

Yinglong glanced at it briefly and said, "Has that little girl's trouble been resolved?"

"I'm used to it," Bai Ze said. "Every time it's a life-or-death struggle, and if it's quiet for a while, it'll probably start making a scene again."

"That's really troublesome. After all, you made a deal with Yang Pingsheng. Even in the new world, you have to protect her life and let her live without worries."

"Thinking back on it now, I feel like I was outsmarted by Yang Pingsheng. His senior sister is Zhou Jinyu, who is an expert in business. I guess he learned such shrewdness from her."

"Hahaha, come on," Yinglong laughed loudly. "No matter how shrewd you are, how can you possibly be shrewder than a know-it-all?"

Yinglong's jokes were never funny, and Bai Ze didn't want to listen to his teasing. Looking down at Youming, he simply changed the subject: "How is the battle going now?"

"Ye Buxin sent out avatars, who used the corpse of the evil spirit and our arrangements in the Netherworld," Yinglong said. "One of the avatars led those dead souls to raid our base; we don't know if they'll succeed."

Bai Ze glanced at the entire battle situation and looked at Bixie beside him with some sympathy: "You've worked hard."

Bixie smiled and shook his head: "What does this matter for the sake of the demon race's grand plan? It's just a physical body."

The demon race has suffered many sacrifices.

There were sacrifices in the Nine-Eight Desolations, sacrifices in the Imperial Auspiciousness, sacrifices in the Lucky Cat, sacrifices in the Xiangliu Clan... even Yinglong and Zhulong had sacrifices of varying degrees.

These sacrifices are nothing compared to the ultimate victory and the final outcome.

“Let’s see then,” Bai Ze said. “Anyway, Zhulong hasn’t awakened yet, and I occupy the Land of Rules. Even if Ye Buxin loses, we can still survive.”

"Hehe, that's one way of saying it."

Yinglong sighed, "But I still hope Ye Buxin can win. After all, the temptation of being a favored race in the new main world is not something that anyone can resist."

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Yang Pingsheng sits in charge of the gray world.

Li Chumo stayed by his side, probably afraid that he would be in a bad mood, so she did nothing but quietly keep him company.

Yang Pingsheng suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Mo, you don't need to feel guilty."