Omen of Destruction
Gu Huaiwei, trying to break free from Sang Ying's grasp and to use Demonic Qi to corrupt the Divine Power within his body.
But would Sang Ying give him that chance?
Under Sang Ying's orders, Long Ying surrounded the two of them, and Sang Ying's sword pierced deeply into Gu Huaiwei's body, binding them completely together.
Gu Huaiwei couldn't break free, and Sang Ying continued to inject Divine Power into his body.
It wasn't until the Demonic Qi on Gu Huaiwei's body began to overflow from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth that it seemed to be strongly driven away, preventing it from remaining in Gu Huaiwei's body any longer.
The overflowing Demonic Qi was abundant and dense, completely obscuring Sang Ying and Gu Huaiwei. Sang Ying could even feel the pain of her skin being cut by a knife as the Demonic Qi eroded her body.
Fortunately, this Demonic Qi was nothing to the Dragon Abyss Sword. In fact, the Dragon Shadow was quite unceremonious, swallowing all the overflowing Demonic Qi directly into its belly.
After its original golden phantom slowly turned black, the dragon shadow let out a burp and reluctantly crawled back into the Dragon Abyss Sword.
Without Long Ying's help, Sang Ying also somewhat exhausted.
She hadn't tamed enough divine Divine Power to begin with, and now she had poured most of it into Gu Huaiwei's body, making her weaker than ever before.
Fortunately, Gu Huaiwei than her at that moment.
His face was pale, the ten tentacles on his back had completely disappeared, the black scales on his face and body were gone, and the long black horn on his forehead had vanished without a trace.
Even his previously terrifying eyes have now completely returned to normal.
Gu Huaiwei's clothes were torn during the fight, and he looked weak and pitiful, as if he had lost all the strength to resist Sang Ying.
Sang Ying kicked him a few times to make sure he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand before she slumped down to the side, relieved.
Hearing Sang Ying breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and looking utterly disheveled, Gu Huaiwei couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You'll regret this. You'll definitely regret doing this."
He lay weakly on the only flat bluestone brick in the ruins. Although his eyes had returned to normal, the damage caused to his body by the Demonic Qi was irreversible.
Gu Huaiwei is now completely blind.
Fortunately, he has lived for so many years, and his Divine Sense is still usable.
He coldly "looked" at Sang Ying: "If you had been willing to kill me before, it would still have been in time. But even if you killed me now, you wouldn't have the strength to face the impending tribulation."
"You will die along with this world." As he said this, Gu Huaiwei even revealed a smile, as if retaliating against Sang Ying for refusing to follow his arrangements.
At this moment, Sang Ying was indeed exhausted. Her hand holding the Dragon Abyss Sword was trembling, let alone being able to stand up to face the tribulation lightning.
However, Sang Ying really didn't have the idea of killing Gu Huaiwei at this crucial moment and abandoning the mortal realm to the Lower Realm to immortality on her own.
After taking a breath, she couldn't help but ask Gu Huaiwei, "What exactly do you mean by that? Are you saying that there are other dangers in the Lower Realm besides you?"
Gu Huaiwei scoffed, "You're really naive. I never said I was the calamity of the Lower Realm. I just gave it a push when I foresaw it. Besides, do you really think a group of Devil Race can bring about the complete annihilation of the Lower Realm?"
Sang Ying's eyes widened instantly. She immediately stood up and glanced outside the ruins. Just one glance filled her with fear.
The once vibrant Spiritual Qi rich Lower Realm is now nothing but desolation and yellow sand.
"Didn't you bring the sandstorm?" Sang Ying didn't notice the tremor in her voice.
Gu Huaiwei behind him let out a weak sneer, "You're only realizing it now?"
Gu Huaiwei lost his power and became almost a cripple. His ability to manipulate the sun also gradually disappeared.
As the sunlight slowly streamed down, everyone wore genuine smiles—they believed this signified the end of all the disaster.
But they were too optimistic. The sun that reappeared was even more terrifying than before. Its scorching rays scorched the skin of mortals, turning it red even when they were wearing clothes. It could even set their outer garments on fire!
Even the cultivators weren't much better off; this burning pain was something they couldn't withstand.
Where the yellow sand reached, only bare tree trunks remained. But when the sun appeared, these tree trunks also caught fire, making the entire Lower Realm appear from afar as if it had fallen into an endless sea of fire.
In the pitiful Endless Sea, the once cool waters became scalding hot in less than a day, and by the second day, the sea Demon Beast all wanted to go ashore.
After the two golden-tailed Jiaoren, with the help of all the cultivators and Bai Ze, rescued the large Demon Beast from the sea, everyone witnessed the Endless Sea suddenly boiling, as if it contained not seawater but scalding hot water.
Meanwhile, Jiang Zhuoxue's team finally arrived at the origin of the storm.
The endless sandstorm delayed them considerably along the way. Although the storm only occurred near the camp, no one expected that even these seemingly ordinary grains of sand were dangerous in the half of the world swallowed by the sand.
Several times, the cultivators who followed almost had their Spiritual Power drained by the sand when their skin came into contact with it. If Jiang Zhuoxue and the others hadn't intervened in time to save them, there probably wouldn't have been many left by the time this group arrived.
When the scorching sun appeared, walking through the yellow sand became even more difficult. If it weren't for Jiang Zhuoxue's abundant Demonic Qi, which he wove into a dark cloud-like shield to cover everyone's heads, they would have suffered much less.
Of course, we also have to thank Duan Hanyi. He insisted on coming along, and some cultivators even looked down on his cultivation level. But who knew that it was Duan Hanyi who divined the correct path along the way, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to get here so easily.
The crowd's joy was short-lived, for the next second they saw the reason for the approaching storm.
On the land that should have been mountains, there was neither yellow sand nor scorching sun. Only a huge, dark hole appeared before everyone's eyes, from which howling winds blew, as if some monster was roaring.
"What is that?" Dong Fuzhu's voice was hoarse like never before.
Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin, who were traveling with her, also lost their voices—they were both astonished and terrified by what they were seeing.
Because the hole seemed to be constantly expanding outwards, it appeared to be swallowing up this world.