Afterword-The City of No Return / The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons | Pandemani

"Family! Family!"

Welcome to Pandemani!

"Legend has it that Mammon, the great demon of hell, built a demon palace for his father Satan. Once you come to this place, there is no turning back—you will be left here for eternity to suffer the agony of being skinned, dismembered, and having your heart ripped out."

A emaciated living corpse stood at the entrance of the demon city, telling the passing guests about this matter.

He was enthusiastic and excited, but his face was almost devoid of flesh. He had been tortured in the hell of hungry ghosts because he had eaten more than two hundred people in his previous life. He was to be punished in the same way—he had to starve back all the flesh on his body until he had eaten more than two hundred people before he could be reborn.

"This sky is so dark! And this spring is so red!"

"That dashing, extraordinary, and beautiful black horse knight!"

Let's go see our new friends far away!

"My name is Kimber! Kimber Johnson! I'm a junior leader in the Warband of the Red Falcon!"

"Hello, newcomer! Where are you from?"

At this point, the zombie stuffed its shriveled, dehydrated eyeballs back into their sockets and carefully examined the guest.

"Oh! An Asian! What a rare guest!"

Pearl Fairy stood there, dumbfounded, before the bridge leading to the Demon King's castle.

To be honest, she didn't even think she was dead.

It happened in a split second, just a split second.

She could vaguely recall the scene before her death—

Zhang Congfeng stepped on her hip joints, climbed with his sword, and leaped to stab her. In the end, his Soul Might avatar took over and completed the kill.

In that fleeting glimpse, in that split second, she was so tense and focused that she didn't even realize she was dead after she died.

She even wondered if this was some kind of teleportation spell beyond comprehension, that the Lingguang Buddha had transported her to a safe place before she was on the verge of death in agony.

Looking at her body again, she could see that it was forged from an unknown iron core melt. She could feel the abundant spiritual energy within her body, as if high-temperature metal was constantly flowing, and each heartbeat was so strong and powerful.

She had transformed back into her human form, clad in black robes. The sudden surge of power made her incredibly confident and radiant.

"Whose cave is this?"

She asked the undead Kimber.

"It can actually transform me completely? Free me from the shackles of the Qi Sea and Inner Core—truly a divine blessing!"

Kimber, only half-understanding, shouted loudly to the well-behaved jailers behind him, "Brothers! A middle-aged woman who's not quite right in the head has arrived! Take her to the War King to sign and stamp her document!"

Behind her, groups of leisurely jailers rose in unison, and a powerful body emanating a sulfurous stench began to roll. These molten iron balls rolled towards Zhuzhu — Pearl Fairy immediately paled and was bewildered.

"This lowly gatekeeper actually possesses such powerful true energy fluctuations? Whose residence is this? Why would Transformation God Stage expert be used as a gatekeeper and jailer?"

"Woman! Stop talking nonsense!" one of the tall, thin Red Flash Butterfly sneered, "Still all vain, huh? Send her to the War King, and you'll be crying your eyes out!"

"As the saying goes, men with money become bad, and women become bad to get money!" Another short, fat Red Flash Butterfly chimed in, "Look at your figure and face! You must have harmed a lot of people in your past life!"

"The torture chambers in Pandemani are full of surprises, and every one of our brothers has a unique skill!" A small, white-haired old man with a youthful face shouted from the back, "The Super Spiked Club and the Guangdong specialty, the Giant Black Dragon, will also give you unexpected surprises!"

Finally, one of the melancholy and withdrawn young men slowly spoke, and while doing so, handcuffed Zhuzhu, uttering a single sentence in plain language.

"You are dead. All the mistakes you made, the sins you committed, and the karma you accumulated in your life will be repaid here."

"Dead?" Zhuzhu couldn't accept this fact at all.

She felt as if everyone in this immortal's cave had gone mad.

When someone came to handcuff her, she began to resist, trying to harness her inner power to unleash her fists and feet in an attempt to escape from this bottomless, dark prison!

But no sooner had she broken free of her chains and summoned her psionic avatar than she saw the four Red Flash Butterfly launch a simultaneous attack, channeling their soul power to launch a pincer assault.

She was unable to stop him for a while and was beaten to her knees, suffering fatal injuries to vital parts of her body and head.

Her head was smashed to pieces by the old man's spirit, her heart was punched through by the fat boy, and the tall, thin man grabbed her legs and tore her lower body in two on the spot.

A piercing pain shot through her wrist! She was in so much pain that she lost her strength, she was driven mad by the pain, and she couldn't even scream.

After about ten seconds, the clump of lava, which resembled mud, slowly coalesced into a human shape, transforming back into the human form of Pearl Fairy.

She finally began to panic and fear, and finally realized—

--This seems to be the legendary infernal hell.

The melancholy young man leading the group lowered his eyes, his face grim. "They're gone. Zhu Wenmei, Zhu Wenlan, Zhu Wenzhu, Zhu Wenju."

These four names are the formal names of Bai Mu's four wives, and also the true forms of Pearl Fairy. Now, their four souls are united and inseparable, and they must be sent to the warden to be sentenced.

Zhuzhu dared not resist any longer. She saw that this demon palace was full of suffering demons. The torturers and the victims took turns, one slashing at the other, the other stabbing at her.

Looking further along the city's moat, the high-end lava sauna spa was packed with people, all enjoying the highest level of mixed-gender bathing, complete with a themed erotic bath. But any description of it could easily pass censorship.

--Because in the large pool, which was over two thousand degrees Celsius and bubbling with magma, only charred remains were emitting psionic shrieks.

The Hundred Eyes Great King had also witnessed this immense spiritual pressure; it was the intimidating aura created by tens of thousands of Madness Butterfly followers when the gunsmith unleashed his full power.

Continuing onward, Zhuzhu needs to be delivered to the core area of the Demon Palace to meet the War King.

A little further back, zoom out the camera a little, yes, yes, this is the unnamed street.

Our old friend Kang Que still enjoys playing chess, but this time he has a different opponent and a different chessboard.

Using the spirit of the little Cupid [Heaven and Earth Turning], he dismantled a spine of one of the warrior's subordinates with extremely high precision, and after polishing it several times with the rough volcanic rock in the Demon Palace, he spent several days making a chess set.

Hundred Eyes Great King waited nearby, arriving at the demon palace a step earlier, and thus died even faster than Zhuzhu.

--Because Zhuzhu had a celestial fetus in her belly, her primordial essence was much stronger than Baimu's. Even if she was eaten by Baimu, as a chimera, a portion of her primordial essence would still coexist with the chaos, so it would take her a little longer to completely die and it would take longer for her to come to a complete end.

Leaving aside such trivial matters, let's return to Baimu's side.

Bai Mu helped set up the chessboard and spoke to Kang Que.

"His knife is very fast."

Kang Que: "I've seen it."

Bai Mu: "I wanted to defeat him in one move, so I deliberately stood in the sunlight and played rock-paper-scissors with him, but it was no use."

Kang Que: "If you can't kill him in one round, you'll never have another chance."

Bai Mu: "You're also a disciple of the Hunyuan Creation Sect?"

Kang Que: "You could say that we're both tools of the Immortals, except they call me the Wings of Light, and you're just an outer disciple."

Buddha Sculptor: "Down, down quickly!"

The Buddha Sculptor started urging them on before the chess pieces were even set up.

Behind Bai Mu stood five or six lesser demons, who were originally his lackeys. At this moment, these demons raised their blood-draining knives and meat-removing hooks, and together they provided their king with a one-stop service of skinning and dismembering.

Bai Mu had endured this brutal torture of being cut with a dull knife more than twenty times in the past few days. He was gradually getting used to it and beginning to understand why the Demon City was in such a frenzied state.

People experience pain, perceive pain, understand pain, and gradually come to enjoy pain.

Since everyone is already dead, then pain and fear are the most real, exciting, and intense feelings.

There are also some rapists, such as Mr. Lawrence and the infamous Red-Maned Lion, who are connected to the Desire Realm. Every day before midnight, they are raped in turn by more than a dozen incarnations of lust demons, each time with Ultimate Insult.

At first, they were not quite mentally sound, but they gradually became normal, completely numb, and accepted the torment of this torture.

Kang Que chuckled, "From what you're saying, you think that as long as we join forces, we can defeat him?"

The Buddha Sculptor scoffed, "Despicable villain, only good at hiding and resorting to dirty tricks. If it weren't for Bai Mu being fooled and losing his mind, fighting me to the point of mutual destruction, how could we have died at Zhang Congfeng's hands?"

"He changed his name?" Kang Que raised an eyebrow. "Zhang Congfeng, meaning 'clouds follow the dragon, tigers follow the wind.' How domineering."

Bai Mu scoffed, "He only does strange things that harm one's morals, a petty thief—it's just a pity that I'm at my wit's end and powerless, and can no longer harm a single hair on his head."

"I'm quite curious," the Kang Que said, taking the sulfurous lava from the jailer as he moved his piece. "You don't even know the cause of your own deaths, so where does your confidence come from? You actually think that accumulating one plus one equals two, such a simple calculation, can defeat the gunsmith?"

"I have six magical treasures. Together with Hundred Eyes and Zhuzhu, we will surely make him wish he were dead." The Buddha Sculptor's words were cut short.

Kang Que Connor laughed, "He never fights a close battle. It's either a sure win or a desperate comeback. I've been sitting here at this tea stall serving so many innocent souls, and you all have the same attitude. You all get the illusion that if we just went into battle and fought with real swords and spears, we could defeat this opponent."

At this point, Kang Que drank the flowing flame in the crucible in one gulp, and immediately his intestines burst open and flames shot out from his crotch.

The Buddha Sculptor and the Hundred Eyes Great King's expressions changed drastically, their legs trembling—the thought that they might also have to endure such extreme torture terrified them into silence.

Kang Que was still spitting fire, but that didn't stop him from speaking. He continued, "You only know that his sword is fast, but you've never thought about what sword moves he used."

After careful consideration, Bai Mu realized that this was indeed the case.

-- Zhang Congfeng's swordsmanship and knife skills are like those of a farmer, not flashy, but he can attack dangerous places everywhere, and every move is aimed at vital points.

He and Zhang Congfeng sparred in close combat, but only lasted five rounds. The first few rounds were fairly evenly matched.

After the failed assassination attempt in the first round, his weapon was broken, and he lost his distance advantage. He no longer had the confidence to kill his enemy instantly. If he escaped now, he might have another chance later.

But instead of fleeing, he chose to go all in. After another five rounds, he felt the numbness in his hands and feet begin to flare up, and his limbs became unresponsive. Coupled with the intense sunlight and the fact that his attacks were not as fierce as the burly man's short sword, he began to feel fear.

After timidity comes fear, and when fear reaches its extreme, death is not far away.

"I've studied him carefully," Kang Que said casually. "You guys from Shambhala, like the unlucky ones who came later, can't figure out his true strength anymore—this guy even uses the German sword fighting technique when he duels me, along with his cha-cha dance. I tried to counterattack and exchange damage by following his rhythm, but I ended up being one-sidedly suppressed."

"Your statement is the same as the previous Crusaders (Madness Butterfly Sect Crusaders), especially that CC, and my great leader George. The gunsmith and War King that those two met have evolved again."

"He must have studied diligently somewhere, mastering Pankrasin combat techniques. This style is about defeating opponents without using any specific moves. It emphasizes the seamless integration of hand, eye, and mind, allowing one to unleash their full power at any time—making their entire body a deadly weapon."

"After merging with the Soul's power, he can maintain a state of unity between spirit and body and summon an extremely domineering white rainbow, with steel wires and iron chains overflowing with sword energy."

"If he wanted to use his brain, he could deal with you two."

Kang Que deliberately kept everyone in suspense until the Buddha Sculptor also came closer. Only then did the Wings of Light slowly speak.

"That must mean he doesn't have many medicines and bullets in stock and doesn't want to waste them on you two, so he suddenly had a change of heart—trying to resolve the issue with words instead of fighting."

Bai Mu asked in confusion, "Why doesn't my spirit avatar work on him?"

"You mean that inner demon? The extraterrestrial demon?" Kang Que asked curiously.

Bai Mu: "Exactly."

Kang Que waved and called out, "Go ahead and try it, see if it works."

In that instant, the Buddha Sculptor tore off his tattered human skin, revealing bright red muscles and bones, and covered his seven orifices and tightly wrapped his head, fearing the influence of the Hundred-Eyed Soul's power.

The centipede monster called out its incarnation again, and a dozen or so black legs emerged from its molten flesh.

They transformed into bizarre human forms, revealing their true appearances to Kang Que.

These grotesque figures, with their mocking and lewd expressions, set their sights on the delicious little Cupid, who was once an important member of the Yellowstone People Senate.

They are Kang Que's inner demons, and also an additional insurance policy left for Kang Que by Yellowstone People's wealthy benefactor.

There were once twelve men, of all ages, from a seventy-two-year-old cabinet minister to a young man of eighteen or nineteen, who invited the reluctant president of the Cupid Association into the Sunflower Hospital and subjected this no-longer-brave Red Stone People to psychological and physical humiliation.

Kang Que no longer wants to recall or remember the specific details.

Those were memories filled with malice, filth, obscenity, and fear.

It was all recorded by cameras and rolls of film. It wasn't until later, when an anonymous person investigated the investors of the Eureka the Mercy of Eros, that they discovered how much Kang Que Connor had sacrificed for this cause.

He had considered it, and had sought many opportunities to appear in the gunsmith's dreams, hoping to erase the evidence and wipe away the shame.

But the gunsmith didn't respond to him, nor did the War King. The demon who ruled over all living beings in this infernal hell seemed to have lost his mind, only continuously assigning criminal tasks and completely disregarding the innocence of the sinners.

At this moment, the Hundred-Eyed Demon King made him experience the feeling of heartbreak once again.

Kang Que shouted loudly, breaking through the defenses.

"Enough! Get your filthy hands off me!"

Bai Mu immediately withdrew his soul power, his expression complex.

"Brother, I didn't expect this."

Kang Que: "That's enough!"

Bai Mu: "Compared to your experience, I feel that what I did for Lingguang Buddha is insignificant."

The Buddha Sculptor covered his seven orifices, bewildered, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Kang Que: "No need to say anymore."

Bai Mu: "So, in that case, my soul power is indeed effective, but why doesn't it work on Zhang Congfeng alone?"

At that very moment--

--A mass of chaotic black mud emerged from the Demon Palace, and a knight in black robes sat atop a charred black horse—that was the War King.

Glory whipped the mud horse's iron-nickel armor, making the horse run even faster. She pulled out a chain and dragged Zhuzhu into the city—this was a special performance for her fellow inmates, a welcoming gift upon arriving in the city.

Until Zhuzhu was a bloody mess, no longer recognizable as a human, and her screams could no longer be heard.

Seeing this, Bai Mu felt a pang of heartache, and the War King pulled on the reins, turned the car around, and charged forward.

Kang Que boy grabbed the Buddha Sculptor and ran away immediately, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Cupid was quick; he even took the chess set with him, clearly longing for his new toy.

Bai Mu was stunned for a moment.

The War King stood before him, looking down at him.

"Good job, Soul Might. We've added another cell. You'll be the executioner."

Only after the War King had gone far away did Bai Mu suddenly realize what was happening.

"--This guy has the essence of the Taowu beast, neither alive nor dead, neither human nor ghost."

"Even the devils of this Netherworld are tortured by her, so how could she be afraid of inner demons? I've just met my nemesis!"