There are too many female protagonists with deceased husbands in the Qin Dynasty's Past Books.

As the shaman spoke, he looked up and gazed into the depths of the Nine Netherworld, as if his weathered eyes could pierce the thick night and glimpse what was happening within the valley:

"The Broken Cocoon Transformation Gu is far more terrifying than you can imagine. And that kid Mo is definitely not simple either; he always manages to do some unexpected and amazing things."

"You should understand this very well, shouldn't you?"

Even though they are now working together for Tianze, the shaman doesn't give the village chief, the strategist who caused the current situation, a friendly look.

His tone was sarcastic and mocking.

This reminded the village chief of his experience of thinking his plan was foolproof, only to be outmaneuvered and manipulated by Jiang Mo.

He really couldn't save face.

"Hmph, isn't this all thanks to your good disciple! Tsk tsk, all that preaching about God's love for the world is utter nonsense. As a shaman, you're pushing your prized disciple into the darkest abyss..."

Enraged, the village chief immediately retorted.

The priest did not refute this point, nor did he show any anger on his face, as if he no longer cared about this dispute over loyalty.

Faced with the village chief's personal attacks, he only responded with one sentence:

"Ha, when it comes to this, you are the real venomous snake, aren't you? People from the Central Plains say that even tigers don't eat their cubs, but I can see that you are stepping on the bones of countless relatives."

No one interrupted their exchange of sarcasm.

The Nine Nether Barbarian Guards who were stationed here clearly found their mission extremely boring. Although they had no intention of getting involved, they couldn't help but prick up their ears to listen carefully.

They were practically ready to gather around the two of them and watch the show unfold.

So when the unexpected happened, almost everyone was a beat slow to react. It was the old shaman, who was practically on his deathbed, who was the first to notice something amiss.

"Fire? Fire...fire!"

A mysterious force compelled the shaman to raise his head. In the star-studded night sky, a dazzling light rapidly magnified in his eyes.

At first, the priest did not realize what it was.

He noticed that the light was becoming increasingly dazzling and familiar, and subconsciously uttered a confused sound.

Having served the primordial fire for many years, the shaman's understanding of fire far surpasses that of others.

The confusion only lingered in his mind for a moment before he caught a familiar scent—the aroma of flames burning fiercely.

No, it wasn't burning fiercely, it was burning wildly.

The flames emanating from them were not the warmth familiar to the priests, but a hysterical rage that sought to burn the heavens and the seas, and reduce the world to ashes.

The terrifying power it contains is truly unprecedented in the life of the shaman.

Like divine punishment descending upon the world, like heavenly fire falling to earth.

The shaman only had time to utter three repeated words, and didn't even have time to give any more reminders, before the blazing fire seemed to have illuminated the entire night sky.

The cool night breeze was instantly replaced by the scorching heat.

Completely unable to muster any will to resist, the priest instinctively dodged to the side in a panic. The only thing he had time to do was to kick the village chief away towards the Netherworld.

The next second, the dazzling flame fell to the ground.

Flames descended from the sky, furious and menacing.

Chapter 83 Heavenly Fire Punishment

Boom~

The explosion, which shook the entire valley, shattered the silence of the night. Raging flames swept outwards like surging waves, turning the entire jungle into a sea of ​​fire in an instant.

The explosion, like a meteor falling from the sky, brought a terrifying scene reminiscent of an apocalyptic catastrophe.

The compressed flames, pushed to their limit, could no longer be restrained or controlled upon impact, transforming into pure destructive power in the form of an explosion.

Many of the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards stationed here did not have time to react at all.

Those who were too close to the impact point were instantly engulfed by the terrifying explosion, their bodies torn to pieces by the horrific impact, turning into a shower of blood and mangled limbs.

Those who are further away are not exactly lucky either.

Even though they didn't die immediately in the explosion, the shockwave made them dizzy and disoriented, making it difficult for them to get away quickly.

And so they were engulfed by the sudden burst of flames.

Amidst the crackling and exploding sounds, they transformed into figures dancing wildly in the flames.

From a high altitude, the scene just now looked like a budding epiphyllum quietly blooming in the night, with its petals unfolding in all directions from the bud as the center.

Petals formed from condensed flames.

However, what nourishes this fiery flower is not dew, but scattered, flying flesh and blood. And what greets the blooming of this flower is not praise and admiration, but terrifying wails.

At the very center of the "flower stamen", Yan Lingji slowly straightened her body.

Today, she still looks the same as when she conquered all sides, but despite the blazing firelight reflecting off her crimson-gold armor, it radiates an unprecedentedly cold light.

The entire raging, burning world was reflected in his light blue eyes.

Many of her kin, whom she had tried to protect, were now writhing and struggling in the flames, their cries of agony echoing through the air.

But Yan Lingji's expression remained unchanged.

She made a fierce entrance, wielding terrifying flames that turned this place into a living hell, yet the aura she exuded no longer carried the warmth of her former self.

It was frighteningly cold.

Her expression was indifferent, but the sea of ​​fire spreading from her body grew increasingly ferocious, mercilessly engulfing all those considered enemies.

Burn the whole world.

Her gaze, which had been sweeping across her surroundings, paused for a moment. A rather familiar-looking fellow caught Yan Lingji's attention, prompting her to scrutinize him closely.

The one who emerged disheveled from the inferno was none other than the village chief, who had miraculously survived.

This guy was indeed quite skilled. Even though he didn't recover immediately, he activated his natal Gu when the shaman kicked him away.

A loud buzzing and flapping sound came from between its sleeves and robes.

A massive swarm of venomous bees poured out from between his sleeves, like a swarm of mosquitoes gathering in the countryside on a summer evening, gathering around him like a dark cloud, completely surrounding him.

Those poisonous bees, nurtured and cultivated by the natal Gu, were all incredibly ferocious and terrifying.

They are about the size of a thumb just by their size.

Even the Baiyue people, who have been dealing with all kinds of poisonous insects since childhood, would die from poisoning in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn if they were stung.

Even when faced with an oncoming sea of ​​fire, the swarm of bees did not collapse at the first touch.

Amidst the crackling sounds, countless poisonous bees fell to the ground under the scorching flames, but before they died, a ghastly green venomous mist burst forth from their bodies.

The poisonous fog enveloped the village chief, helping him to block the encroaching sea of ​​fire.

Therefore, Yan Lingji did not recognize the other party for a moment.

Even though he had survived the attack unharmed, the village chief could not suppress the horror in his heart, especially when he met Yan Lingji's cold and murderous gaze, which made him feel a chill run down his spine.

Those who defy the gods will ultimately be punished by them...

The flames that descend from the sky will burn the sinner's body, cleansing him of his past sins. This is both the wrath of the gods and their mercy.

The proselytizing rhetoric he had heard before resurfaced in the village chief's mind.

He didn't believe in these things, never had. After all, if sinners should be burned to ashes, then the village chief's ashes should have been scattered all over the place long ago.

But what just happened was truly shocking.

A divine retinue, wreathed in flames, descended from the heavens, bringing an unbearable and terrifying calamity that mercilessly obliterated everything within sight...

It truly was like the legendary divine punishment descending upon the world.

Standing in the center of the sea of ​​fire, with an indifferent gaze, Yan Lingji seemed to be radiating an unprecedented divine radiance.

High above, indifferent to the common people.

In that instant, the village chief even forgot his original plan to atone for his crime through meritorious service.

If he weren't already on the edge of the Nine Netherworld, where retreating would plunge him into that perilous wasteland, the village chief would have undoubtedly made a tactical retreat without hesitation, to observe first how Yan Lingji would fare.

From this perspective, the priest's kick was not just a random one.

They had completely figured out this guy's bullying the weak and fearing the strong nature.

"Calm down, don't be frightened by her. Such an attack, comparable to a full-force strike from a Xiantian realm cultivator, has depleted her accumulated faith power over many years."

"Even those favored by the gods cannot use it easily."

A calm voice came from the side, and the originally violent and ferocious flames instantly became much calmer. The priest stepped out of the raging sea of ​​fire, his robes billowing in the heat, yet he remained completely unharmed.

Those aged eyes gazed at Yan Lingji, who seemed to have descended from the heavens like a deity, their cloudy pupils flashing with many colors.

There was envy, helplessness, and sighs...

The Heavenly Fire Punishment is an ability that even shamans find difficult to master. It not only requires a large amount of faith power but also an unparalleled affinity for fire.

Only those favored by the gods can unleash this attack, which symbolizes the wrath of the gods.

The shaman had hoped that Yan Lingji would one day master such an ability, but he never imagined that the divine punishment of heavenly fire would befall him.

God, is this also a test from you?

Many feelings eventually turned into indifference.

"She was already exhausted and couldn't put up an effective resistance for a short time."

With a wave of his wooden staff, the shaman activated his natal Gu, the Netherflame Toad, causing the flames that were originally under Yan Lingji's control to move at will and condense into a giant toad half the height of a person behind him.

When the toad opened its mouth, it seemed to swallow the surrounding flames whole, like a whale swallowing the sea.

The raging flames that threw the Nine Nether Barbarian Guards into chaos were not a threat to him.

In no time, this raging inferno could be extinguished.

Yan Lingji frowned and looked coldly at the priest, the killing intent surging in her eyes several times stronger than when she looked at the village chief.

"Shameless old thief..."

Facing this old man whom she had previously treated as her grandfather, Yan Lingji didn't say much, only squeezing out a low curse through gritted teeth.

She removed her hairpin, and the surging flames around her immediately clung to it as if drawn to it.