Chapter 641
The Underworld's Last Move!
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Netherworld Emperor, enough to crush stars, Jiuyou's remnant soul simply hovered quietly in mid-air, its illusory figure swaying slightly under the pressure, as if it would disintegrate at any moment.
But in his eyes, which were formed from the power of his soul, there was no fear whatsoever. Instead, they were filled with pity and mockery, as if he were looking at a clown.
"Netherworld Prison, you are still the same as before, foolish and arrogant." Nine Nether's voice, calm yet clear, echoed throughout the hall.
"Even when death is imminent, you still dare to be stubborn!"
Enraged by Jiuyou's gaze, Mingyu stopped talking and raised his hand to strike, gathering the death laws of the entire Jiuyou Netherworld into a gigantic black hand that blotted out the sky, grabbing fiercely at Jiuyou's remnant soul.
He wanted to completely crush this lingering soul that was causing him endless unease, to eliminate any future troubles!
He was confident that he was the sole ruler of this Netherworld.
Even if a mere remnant soul was an emperor in life, it would be utterly impossible for it to cause any trouble.
However, just as the giant black hand was about to fall, and Chu Feng and Xiao Nihuang were preparing to defend themselves,
The Nine Netherworlds stirred.
His ethereal fingers slowly traced an incredibly profound path in front of him.
Without earth-shattering power or violent fluctuations of laws, his movements were as gentle as plucking a string on a musical instrument.
"In my name, I command the netherworld."
"Based on eternity, locked by the heavens."
"Great formation, activate!"
His ancient and majestic voice fell to the ground.
Om-!
The entire Underworld Palace, built from the bones of gods and demons, suddenly began to shake violently.
Then, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
Countless ancient runes, densely packed and shimmering with blood-red light, suddenly appeared on the walls, the ground, and even in the void of the main hall.
These runes seemed to awaken from an ancient slumber, connecting with each other and weaving into an invisible giant net that covered the entire core world.
A terrifying sealing power, surpassing even the Emperor level and even faintly touching the Emperor Lord level, suddenly descended!
"What?!"
The colossal hand that the Netherworld unleashed was momentarily suspended in mid-air by this sealing power, then dissolved and vanished into nothingness, like sand being weathered.
He himself was struck dumb, his body trembling violently.
He was horrified to discover that his connection with the laws of the entire Netherworld had been forcibly severed at this moment by an incomparably domineering force!
The Emperor's power within him became incredibly obscure and sluggish, as if it were stuck in a quagmire.
A tremendous sense of crisis, originating from the depths of his soul, sent chills down his spine.
"What...what is this?!" For the first time, a look of utter terror appeared on Mingyu's face.
He could feel that he was trapped.
He was trapped in a terrifying array that he had never heard of or seen before!
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Mingyu acted as if he had gone mad, frantically urging the power within his body, trying to tear through space and escape from this place.
However, his imperial power, which was enough to easily tear apart the great world, only stirred up ripples when it struck the void, and could not shake this completely sealed world at all.
"Don't waste your energy."
Jiuyou's icy voice rang in his ears like a death knell.
"This formation is called 'Nine Netherworld Burial Heaven.' It was my ultimate trump card that I prepared for myself back then. I originally intended to use it to overcome the tribulation of becoming an emperor, but I never expected that I would use it on you, you wretched creature, today."
"In this formation, I am the heavens!"
The remnant soul of Jiuyou, bathed in the crimson light of runes, became more solidified from its illusory form, and the pressure it exuded rose steadily, faintly resembling the demeanor of the former emperor.
Seeing this scene, Mingyu's handsome yet sinister face was completely distorted.
Fear, shock, resentment, bitterness... a mix of emotions drove him almost insane.
He never imagined that this remnant soul, which he regarded as an ant, would have such a terrifying backup plan!
He thought he had everything planned out and had everything firmly under his control, but in the end, he was the prey who was outmaneuvered!
Chu Feng stood aside, watching this dramatic reversal, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
These ancient monsters, who have lived for countless years, are indeed no pushovers; who knows how many trump cards they have hidden?
Without further hesitation, he moved swiftly toward Ling'er, who was bound by black chains.
The most urgent task is to save lives.
However, at the very moment he set off...
"Hehe...haha...hahahaha!"
A burst of maniacal, ear-piercing laughter suddenly erupted from the mouth of the Underworld Lord, echoing throughout the entire hall.
He looked at Chu Feng, who was about to make his move, and then at Jiu You, who had an indifferent expression. The fear on his face vanished, replaced by a morbid, desperate madness.
"Do you think you've won just like that?"
Mingyu laughed until tears streamed down his face. He pointed at Chu Feng, then at Jiuyou, his voice sharp and distorted.
"You have a backup plan, but do you think I don't?"
Before he could finish speaking, his lips moved slightly, and a series of obscure syllables escaped from his mouth.
"ah--!"
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted from Ling'er's mouth.
The pain contained in that voice made Chu Feng's heart feel as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He suddenly looked up.
Ling'er, suspended in mid-air, trembled violently. The gray poison gas on her body, which was already out of control, suddenly went berserk, as if it had been thrown into boiling oil!
An aura of destruction a hundred times more terrifying than before emanated wildly from her body.
boom!
The aura formed a visible shockwave that slammed into Chu Feng, who was halfway through his charge.
Chu Feng's aged body was struck as if by lightning, and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out another mouthful of dark blood.
"What's going on?" Chu Feng struggled to get up, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"Heh." Mingyu's smile grew even more sinister. He looked at Chu Feng and said, word by word, "I have already planted the 'Netherworld God Curse' deep within this little girl's soul!"
"This incantation is connected to the very essence of my soul!"
"The moment I die, or even with a single thought..." He extended a finger and gently shook it, "she is a bomb that could explode at any moment!"
"If you dare to touch me in the slightest, I will immediately detonate the divine spell!"
"At that time, she, along with this great hall, and everything within a million miles, will vanish into the purest nothingness!"
Mingyu spread his arms wide, roaring like a madman, "Come on! Didn't you want to kill me? Do it!!"