Yun Ming Arrives

"Na'er, be good, don't cry anymore..."

Na'er, like a startled little koala, curled up quietly in Su Jiu's arms.

The familiar tone and the familiar way of interacting caused her subconscious to gradually overlap Su Jiu's figure with A-Jiu. For the first time ever, she found a rare sense of security in him.

Her crying and sobbing gradually ceased, yet her small hands still gripped his tear-dampened lapels tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, this warm embrace would vanish into thin air.

Su Jiu looked at her red, swollen eyelids, his face a mix of heartache and a touch of relief. This little girl had finally learned to rely on him. His fingertips gently stroked her small head and back.

This was his fault, too; he was the one to blame...

Before long, Leng Yaozhu arrived, dragging the soundly sleeping second sister of the Leng Family. Behind her, chains condensed from soul power tethered the Dark Hummingbird and Dark Bell, both of whom had lost all their cultivation.

"A-Jiu, why is the little sister crying?"

"What else could it be? Sister Yaozhu, you know my martial soul. I activated it three times in a row, and she got scared..."

Su Jiu's face was full of helplessness; there was nothing he could do about it.

"Eh~ Indeed, there was no other way."

"By the way, A-Jiu, should we go help them now?"

Leng Yaozhu raised her head, gazing at the group battle above the Sea God Family. Worried, she subconsciously asked for Su Jiu's advice.

Several Limit Douluos had already been driven to a bloodthirsty frenzy, fighting until the sky turned dark. The collision of violent soul power tore through layers of clouds, and even the stable spatial barriers were constantly twisting, showing signs of imminent collapse!

On the distant sea, two others were fighting with total disregard for their lives, every move lethal, every strike drawing blood. It was a mad exchange of life for life, each blow carrying a desperate, bloody resolve to perish together!

"My dear sister, to put it bluntly, you'd better not go up there and add to the chaos. Beneath the Limit, all are ants, and there are several quasi-gods on that side alone. Let's just stay here and keep a close eye on the two top-tier merits we have in hand~"

Su Jiu grabbed Leng Yaozhu's jade hand, preventing her from going to help. They had already done what they could; he wasn't afraid of what others might whisper behind his back.

The opponents were all Limits. If she, a level 98 Super Douluo, went up there, wouldn't it just be throwing her life away?

Even if Leng Yaozhu had four-word battle armor that could boost her combat power to a level comparable to a Limit, a fake was still a fake. Against a true Limit, her strength, bolstered by external forces, would be exposed for what it was in a single move!

In truth, these were not what Su Jiu worried about most.

Self-destruction!

A Limit Douluo forced into a corner choosing to self-destruct was the hidden bomb Su Jiu feared most right now.

As far as he knew, Guan Yue of the War God Temple was exactly that kind of person. Using a God's Strike was one thing, but if he self-destructed, he might just clear the field of all their own teammates as well.

At the same time, one couldn't rule out those lunatics from the Holy Spirit Cult.

"Besides, if you go to help them, I still have to look after Na'er. What about Sister Yulai? It took the two of us a great deal of effort to capture her. If she runs away, tell me, where are we going to cry?"

"A-Jiu makes sense. Then we shall wait here and watch them."

Leng Yaozhu suddenly realized this. To be safe, she immediately channeled her soul power into Leng Yulai's body, sealing and imprisoning her Soul Core and spiritual sea in every aspect. At the same time, a massive amount of crimson-gold soul power surged out, forming tangible chains that bound her limbs tightly, leaving her unable to move.

Just then, Su Jiu walked up slowly.

Observing her closely, he couldn't help but sigh at the wonders of the Creator. The sisters were as if copied from the same mold.

Leng Yulai had long, purple-pink hair, her temperament leaning toward the dark. Amidst her cold, enchanting beauty, there was an inherent, wicked, and soul-snatching allure.

Leng Yaozhu, on the other hand, had long, crimson-gold hair, fiery and intense. She was bright and moving, her temperament as clear and pure as jade, radiant and grand.

Thinking about it, it must be their completely different martial soul attributes that created such similar faces but such diametrically opposed temperaments.

"Old Su, why are there two Big Sister Lengs?"

Na'er didn't know when she had turned her head, but seeing this astonishing scene, she couldn't help but marvel.

"Na'er, this is Sister's younger sister, Leng Yulai. Just call her Second Sister."

Leng Yaozhu stepped forward and took Na'er. She was small and cool to the touch, feeling very comfortable in her arms.

Su Jiu finally freed his hands and walked over to the two unlucky souls—one old fogey, one bratty girl.

They were currently on their last breaths, lying on the ground like two dead dogs.

The once arrogant Dark Hummingbird and Dark Bell were now reduced to waste. Could a tiger without claws and fangs still be considered the king of the mountains?

But they were unconscious, so why were they still baring their teeth?

Su Jiu suddenly remembered he had almost caused a major disaster. His Ultimate Fire and Destruction attribute powers were still ravaging their bodies; if he didn't withdraw them in time, they might actually die!

A living Hummingbird and Bell were far more useful than dead ones.

His spiritual power swept over them, directly annihilating the violent elements within their bodies. Only then did their tightly furrowed brows slightly relax.

A short while later.

Sonic booms rang out one after another, and the sound of a spear echoed across the firmament. Looking up, it was actually a silver-white spear a thousand meters long!

It was the old fogey Yun Ming who had arrived.

Su Jiu looked at Leng Yaozhu's crimson eyes, but he did not see a trace of excitement in them.

"Sister Yaozhu, it seems you have truly let go of the old fogey Yun Ming."

"Eh~ there's no help for it. After all, life must always look forward. What should be let go must be let go, not to mention that I have A-Jiu and Na'er now. Everything has become clear..."

"Tsk! Yun Ming is here!"

The silver-white spear piercing the horizon in the distance instantly shattered the Demon Empress's remaining madness and fighting spirit.

Her heart gave a violent jolt, and daring not to linger in battle any longer, her massive body leaped high into the air. With a fierce, giant-whale tail whip, she triggered a ten-thousand-meter-high tidal wave, dragging her battered and broken body as she fled in a panic toward the deep sea.

Chen Xinjie gritted his teeth and squeezed out the final trace of divine power from the Sea God Helmet, shattering the sky-filling waves with a boom, though he was forced to withdraw from his Vast Ocean True Body.

He gasped for air, each breath heavy with the stench of blood. Despite his extreme exhaustion, he could not hide the joy of surviving a catastrophe on his face.

This battle had been truly tragic and arduous...

Most of his four-word battle armor had shattered, the Sea God Helmet was nearly destroyed, his divine power was completely exhausted, and his body was covered in wounds of varying depths.

In this battle against the Demon Empress, he had poured out almost everything he possessed just to barely secure this sliver of survival.

Looking toward the sky above the Sea God Family, the Underworld Emperor, though his aura was withered and his face pale, was not in any serious trouble. The Ghost Emperor's aura appeared unstable on the surface, and his Skeleton King true body was covered in cracks and looked dilapidated, but this was all a facade. As for the Dark Blood Demon, he was in a miserable state; nearly half of his body had been torn away by Long Yeyue, leaving hideous, gaping wounds that were terrifying to behold.

On the other side, the remaining Limit Douluos had also suffered a victory that felt like a defeat.

Zang Xin had lost an arm, and a hideous, deep gash on his chest exposed his bones. Guan Yue had suffered a grave injury to his waist and abdomen, a terrifying wound nearly cutting him in half, with his damaged internal organs faintly visible. Long Yeyue's Bright Sacred Dragon true body had both wings shattered and its dragon tail completely torn off; after reverting from her martial soul true body, three bloody gashes on her back nearly tore her open, and her aura was teetering on the edge of collapse.

Only the father and son of the Qiangu family remained relatively unscathed, as Qiangu Dongfeng had a secret, unspeakable arrangement with the Ghost Emperor, who had merely circled and skirmished with them throughout the battle without delivering any lethal blows.

As for the battlefield below, sixty percent of the nearly one hundred Titled Douluos who had fallen into a coma had actually perished!

All their corpses were seized by the Evil Soul Masters; the Douluo side had suffered heavy losses and a severe blow to their vitality.

In contrast, very few Titled Douluos on the Evil Soul Master side had died, as they had used the Death Knight under the Underworld Emperor as vanguard fodder, while their main force remained hidden in the rear, waiting for opportunities to ambush.

Once the Underworld Emperor recalled all the remaining Death Knight units, the Evil Soul Masters knew the time for retreat had arrived!

The self-preserving Evil Soul Masters immediately withdrew their fighting spirit, ceased their engagement, and retreated like a receding tide with all possible speed.