latelenovela Chapter 217 Demon World Wanted Order
Chapter 217 Demon World Wanted Order
At this moment, he sat on a huge throne made of countless wailing souls.
Mephisto slowly opened his red eyes that were like lava hell.
He had just received the message from Shadow Castle through the soul contract that the life mark of Sereos was completely annihilated!
boom--!
The unimaginable and terrifying demonic pressure instantly swept through the entire hall like a physical tsunami!
The solid obsidian pillars groaned under the heavy weight, and the many high-level demons kneeling before His Majesty were like being hit by an invisible giant hammer, spurting blood and flying backwards!
The entire sky of the demon world changed color, and angry blood-red thunderclouds rolled up!
"Serele... my son..." Mephisto's voice was as low as eternal ice, and no sadness or joy could be heard from it.
His immense mental power instantly crossed space, sweeping across the Shadow Castle, and he could clearly "see" the scene inside the throne room—the remains of Serel reduced to ashes.
There was also a familiar face that made him extremely angry, and the past that had been sealed for twenty-four years was suddenly revealed.
He subconsciously raised his hand and touched an extremely hidden, almost invisible, but never-erasable scar on the side of his neck...an old scar that looked like it had been bitten by cold teeth.
That was the only physical mark left by that infamous night twenty-four years ago.
The woman's strong and wild demands on him...
What a shame!
"Yang Xining!" Mephisto's anger finally found an outlet!
This name, along with the image of the woman, was obtained by him through the memory fragments of guards such as Gel, and was instantly imprinted deep in the souls of all high-level demons!
"Pass on my command!" Mephisto's voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire demonic world, even penetrating the barriers of the planes and echoing in many subsidiary planes:
"Wanted human woman Yang Xining! Anyone who provides her exact whereabouts will be granted the title of Lord of the Abyss! Anyone who captures her alive and presents her to me will be granted the blood of the Demon King! Anyone who takes her life and brings back her soul will be granted a Demonic Artifact!"
"The Fourth Legion, 'Skeleton Wings,' and the Fifth Legion, 'Lava Roar,' march immediately! Seal all known passages to the human world! Dig deep underground to uncover the prince's murderer!"
"Seventh Legion, Shadow Hounds, Eighth Legion, Molten Colossi! Thoroughly search the Demon Realm Wasteland, the Abyssal Rift, and even the outskirts of other princes' territories! Upon discovery, kill without mercy! If anyone stands in our way... anyone who comes will be deemed guilty and executed!"
The ruthless order, carrying the supreme will of the Great Demon King, spread like an icy iron law to every corner of the Demon Realm in an instant! The entire Demon Realm was shaken!
The two legions blocked the plane channel, and the two legions launched a carpet search in the demon world!
Yang Xining's name instantly became the hottest and most deadly symbol in the demon world!
Yang Xining, who caused this huge wave in the demon world, has already left the Shadow Castle through the secret passage reserved by Negal.
Now, she is alone and has become the most conspicuous prey in the entire demon world.
The sky was suddenly dyed into depressing dark purple and bloody red!
What covered the sky was not dark clouds, but countless demonic flying soldiers flapping their bony or bat wings.
They wore uniform black armor with a roaring wolf head emblem - the Seventh Legion "Shadow Hounds"!
Dull footsteps like thunder were heard on the ground, accompanied by the sizzling sound of flowing lava.
Teams of trolls, over three meters tall, with skin like cooled magma and holding huge hammers or lava cannons, crushed the rocks, their scarlet eyes scanning the wasteland - the Eighth Legion "Lava Colossus"!
"By order of His Majesty the Great Demon Lord Mephisto! Kill the despicable human who murdered Prince Sereos! Seal all borders!" A cold voice, amplified by magic, echoed throughout the heavens and earth. It came from the Seventh Legion's formation, a silver-haired, red-eyed demon riding atop a massive skeletal dragon. Negal, the Pillar Lord of the Seventh Legion! His scarlet eyes, sharp as knives, scanned the area below.
Yang Xining's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Two main legions!
She pushed the power of the sea god to the extreme, wrapping her body in a layer of flowing water curtain, like a stream of purple light shuttling and hiding among the rugged rocks.
However, the Seventh Legion's air superiority was too great, and the "hounds"' keen sense of smell and vision quickly locked onto her.
"Target found! Three o'clock direction, rock pillars!"
"Surround her!"
Corrosive bone spears, chains that bind magic energy, and scorching lava bombs rain down!
Yang Xining rolled and jumped in a panic. The water curtain shield fluctuated violently under the intensive attacks, making a sizzling sound of corrosion.
Her strength was rapidly depleting, and every dodge was fraught with danger.
A bone spear wrapped in black lightning flew past her shoulder, leaving a trail of blood, and the severe pain made her groan.
Just when she was about to be entangled by several magical chains shot from different angles, an extremely concealed mental wave with a commanding tone swept across the area!
"Idiot! Three o'clock? She is clearly behind the huge rock at nine o'clock! Are you blind?" Negal's cold voice exploded in the minds of several team leaders who had accurately locked on to Yang Xining's position.
The team leaders were startled and their attacking movements subconsciously shifted by a few tenths of a second. The chains brushed past Yang Xining's afterimage and were nailed to the ground.
"Air Team Three! Go block the northwest pass! She must have run there!" Negal gave another "wrong" command.
There was a commotion among the air forces, and most of the forces were transferred away from the southeast where Yang Xining was actually located.
Although Yang Xining didn't understand why, he keenly seized this fleeting opportunity!
She endured the severe pain and released the last bit of strength in her body, which was a mixture of the power of the Sea Spirit Pearl and weak magic energy.
His body transformed into a swift shadow that almost blended into the shadows of the environment, rushing towards an area in the southeast that was filled with thick, disturbing purple mist!
"Stop her!" Nergal roared on the surface and commanded the lava colossus to throw fireballs, but the landing points of those fireballs always cleverly "delayed" the pursuit route of the Eighth Legion.
Instead, a short-lived lava barrier formed behind Yang Xining, hindering the pursuers.
"Lord Negal, she fled to Prince Waksha's territory!" Nia said anxiously.
An imperceptible glint flashed in the depths of Negar's scarlet eyes. He snorted coldly, "Waksha's territory? Humph, that's a steal for her. Notice everyone, closely monitor all exits from the Soul Devouring Swamp! Don't let a single fly out!"
He reined in the bone dragon and stopped chasing, watching Yang Xining's purple figure stagger and disappear in the purple poisonous fog.
……
The moment Yang Xining rushed into the purple mist, a strong sense of numbness and a foul smell made her dizzy.
The swamp mud sucked at her legs, and poisonous insects buzzed in the shadows.
She slid down against a strange tree that was oozing black juice, gasping for breath. The wound on her shoulder was burning with unbearable pain due to the stimulation of the poisonous mist.
They temporarily escaped the pursuit, but the environment here is equally deadly.
Just as she was struggling to treat her wound, a childish voice, filled with curiosity and a hint of strange familiarity, rang out in the thick fog: "Huh? A wounded... beautiful sister?"
Yang Xining suddenly looked up, and his black eyes shrank instantly!
The thick fog was pushed aside by a pale little hand, and a boy wearing a black dress, about seven or eight years old, walked out.
He had black hair and black eyes, his skin was so pale that it was bloodless, and there was a smile on his lips that was innocent yet had an inexplicable evil in it.
His eyes were like the deepest ancient well, reflecting no light and looking very lonely.
This face made Yang Xining's blood freeze instantly.
"It's... you?!"