Chapter 1089: Chapter 1086: Hanging by a Thread
Huan Ying didn’t expect the Great King wanted to eat Xu Wendong, which ignited a fierce anger in her heart.
Without thinking much, she directly commanded Xiao Wu, "Xiao Wu, act, rescue him!"
Although she knew that defying the Great King would not end well, she absolutely couldn’t watch Xu Wendong be eaten by him.
After all, he was a benefactor to the Demon Race!
Moreover, her adoptive father had once ordered her, under no circumstances should Xu Wendong be mistreated.
Whether emotionally or logically, she could not allow the Great King to eat Xu Wendong.
"I’m scared, I’m really, really scared!" Xiao Wu’s feathers stood on end, his eyes filled with evident terror.
But he still let out a sharp cry and flapped his wings.
In an instant.
The entire world seemed to hit a pause button.
Everything froze in that moment.
The wind stopped blowing.
The leaves stood still on the branches, no longer swaying with grace.
The rivers ceased to flow, with water as still as a mirror, reflecting the sky and shores.
The clouds stopped drifting, suspended in the air like an eternal painting.
The sounds of nature also fell into silence; the songs of birds, the chirping of insects, the sound of the wind vanished without a trace.
Only the tranquility and peace of the air remained.
It seemed the whole world was frozen at that moment, only silence prevailed.
However, all of this was broken by an unexpected voice: "I never thought you little thing could peek at the edges of the Laws of Time."
"But, with your measly strength, you think you can snatch someone from my grasp?"
"Utterly beyond your capability!"
Poof!
As soon as Mo Qilin’s voice fell, Xiao Wu spurted a mouthful of bright red blood and fell powerlessly to the ground.
Xiao Wu’s eyes were filled with helplessness: "Lady, I can’t do it."
Although his cultivation level wasn’t weak, the opponent was ultimately one of the top-notch powerhouses of the Demon Race.
"Great King, pardon the offense!"
In Huan Ying’s eyes, a pink light shot out, appearing enchantingly dazzling.
However, before that light could tear through the darkness of the cave, a cold and dismissive word rang out from inside.
A simple word, but it contained terrifying power, akin to a thunderous strike, landing heavily on Huan Ying.
In an instant.
Her massive body was blasted away, eventually transforming into a white form over a meter long.
Even with her formidable strength, Huan Ying was still no match for Mo Chen, the Demon King, akin to trying to stop a car with an arm, utterly futile.
"Mo Qilin, damn your ancestors!"
"For rescuing your Demon Race, I’ve shed over ten thousand pounds of fresh blood these days, and this is how you repay me?"
"Had I known this, I would never have saved your Demon Race!"
In the dark space, Xu Wendong was furious, not expecting Mo Qilin to actually want to eat him.
Without thinking much.
He directly released the Slayer Vine, hoping to dispel the surrounding darkness.
But.
As soon as the Slayer Vine was released, it instinctively retracted back into Xu Wendong’s body.
Because within the surrounding darkness, there was a powerful corrosive force, as if it could erode everything.
Xu Wendong knew he was already inside Mo Qilin’s stomach.
"Damn it, even if I perish today, I’ll kill you, ungrateful bastard!"
Xu Wendong roared, performing the True Phoenix Mantra, the terrifying Phoenix Fire illuminating the surrounding darkness.
Just as he had guessed before, he was indeed swallowed by Mo Qilin; he could see some rotten flesh, bones.
The stench almost suffocated him.
Besides, he also saw the heart of Mo Qilin beating outside the barrier.
That heart was as large as a millstone, providing Mo Qilin with terrifying vitality.
Every heartbeat sounded like thunder, giving Xu Wendong a deafening sensation.
However.
Just after seeing Mo Qilin’s beating heart, Xu Wendong’s Phoenix Fire vanished.
In Mo Qilin’s stomach, there was an extremely terrifying corrosive force, one even Phoenix Fire could barely withstand.
As soon as the Phoenix Fire extinguished, he immediately felt an indescribable pain from his body.
Even with his Ancient Sacred Body, he struggled to withstand the pain.
The pain was like invasive mercury, ignoring his defenses, like a breaking dam, entering Xu Wendong’s body unguarded.
Pain!
Indescribable pain!
Xu Wendong gritted his teeth but still couldn’t bear it, letting out heart-wrenching screams.
The pain targeted not just the physical body, but also the soul.
Even though his Soul Force was extraordinary.
The opponent was still a Demon King!
A being comparable to an Immortal.
"No, I can’t give up!" Xu Wendong gritted his teeth, he hadn’t found his soulmate yet.
He hadn’t leveled Mount Ling to rescue his mother.
Therefore.
He didn’t want to die.
And he couldn’t die!
"Break!"
With a loud roar, the Taoist Scripture Fragment from the Sea of Consciousness sensed Xu Wendong’s summon, transformed into a streak of golden light, and rushed towards the barrier ahead.
At this moment, the golden light was so dazzling, tearing through darkness, carrying Xu Wendong’s hope.
Mo Qilin’s surprised voice echoed: "Oh, you actually have this treasure?"
Obviously, Mo Qilin had also recognized the origin of the Taoist Scripture Fragment, knowing it was a formidable existence with extraordinary origins.
However, it didn’t expect that Xu Wendong would have such a great fortune.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
"But even with this treasure, it can’t save you!"
As the words fell, the Taoist Scripture Fragment uncontrollably fell to the ground.
"Get up!" Xu Wendong’s face turned grave, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t activate it.
Clearly, there was a terrifying corrosive force in Mo Qilin’s stomach, strong enough to corrode the Soul Force on the Taoist Scripture Fragment.
In desperation, Xu Wendong had reached the limit of his strength.
He desperately wanted to enter the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World, believing that if he could enter Penglai Immortal Island Minor World, not even Mo Qilin could refine him.
After all, it was an independent minor world.
But cruel reality poured cold water on him.
The link to Penglai Immortal Island Minor World seemed severed.
No matter how he tried, it was all in vain.
A strong sense of unwillingness and despair filled his heart.
But what dominated more was regret.
He had underestimated the Demon Race.
A demon remains a demon.
Even if you saved them, don’t expect them to remember your kindness.
Had he known this, when saving the Demon Race, he should’ve used the blood curse from ancient texts, controlling all of the demons of the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons.
This way, even if he perished, the demons at Lion Ridge would pay with their lives.
Unfortunately.
There were no such ifs.
What awaited him would be death.
Despite having many means, at this moment, none came to his aid.
A strong sense of despair and weakness swept over him like a mountain, making him completely lose consciousness...