As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life Chapter 1693 - 443: Six Desire Corpse Gods and Three Heavenly Kings Merge as One, Today the Heart Demon Chaos King is Slain [Monthly Ticket Requested]...
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Rumble——
Inside Mo City, frightening waves kept bursting forth without end, while massive death energy billowed outward in endless surges!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——
As destruction rampaged further through Mo City, the black raindrops falling from the sky dome multiplied rapidly, becoming ever more fierce and thunderous!
Inside them lay powers designed to mend the city's ruin and snuff out the raging death energies!
Dust whipped wildly everywhere!
Fearsome howls rang out nonstop, as if fiends were emerging from the underworld's abyss, grotesque and deformed, brimming with killing intent and devastation. These dreadful omens turned all of Mo City into a whirlwind of total doom.
Rumble!
Scorching currents churned without pause, thick and chaotic, the black rain vaporized into a heavy black fog that twisted ceaselessly, only to suddenly get shattered by booming qi-blood.
A gigantic forge loomed across the heavens above Mo City, resembling a huge sun hanging aloft, unleashing fierce blazing warmth.
Blinding radiance and intense heat poured out relentlessly.
Mighty qi-blood waves expanded outward, scattering like the thick black fog that spun without stop.
The winds reversed in a frenzy, and right away, the black fog revealed the silhouette of the Underworld Yama.
Zhao Beidou was enveloped in White Netherworld Tribulation Fire, his young face with silver hair showing several mixed feelings.
On the opposite side, the hugely altered Old Dragon God, now as the Sea Flipping Nine Infants, towered enormously, its nine heads thrashing madly, fleshy wings unfurled broad, as though tearing apart the void.
The trio floated in the air.
At the front stood the Underworld Yama, arms folded, his frame brimming with boundless bursting might.
A mask of black and white hid his features, and after ascending the tower, his lengthy hair had grown down to his knees, coiling like a mantle.
Li Che’s gaze carried tangled sentiments.
Even a trace of bewilderment.
After all, Ji Moli had truly piled immense pressure on him and his kin, like towering peaks.
This sort of strain was last sensed back in Fei Lei City, when Li Che’s household confronted the menace from the Spirit Infant Sect.
With Xi Xi freshly born, up against the tyrannical Spirit Infant Sect dominating Fei Lei City, Li Che had only begun martial arts training then, far from divinity, so it was fair to say... every move felt like walking a knife's edge.
That led the present Li Che to instinctively walk that knife's edge, always picking the safest route.
Hence, against a formidable foe like Ji Moli, Li Che opted for the steadiest approach.
He had zero faith in shedding his old self for a grand showdown with Ji Moli.
Because there was simply no point.
Ji Moli lingered just at the edge of Divine Tribulation, relying on blood rites from countless cities to form the Blood Pool, then sucking dry the Blood Soul inside to brute-force his way into the Divine Tribulation Realm.
Without Qi Tian City’s awakening, Ji Moli likely wouldn’t have taken such a drastic step.
But for this kind of advancement, Li Che felt nothing but contempt deep down.
He didn’t measure up to Lv Taibai even slightly; Lv Taibai at least gambled his life in battle amid the sect’s peril, entering seclusion and enduring endless ordeals before finally succeeding in his breakthrough.
Ji Moli, though...
Opted to swallow the Blood Souls from the Blood Pool for his ascent.
One path guarded others, the other reeked of carnage...
"Trash."
Not fit to be called Soul Capturing trash.
Li Che drew in a deep breath, then let out a mighty gust.
In the end, it shaped into two simple words.
Next, Li Che’s eyes shifted to that Death Aura Vortex, where the six Corpse Gods bellowed and hauled themselves free!
Death energy skyrocketed, corpse qi tumbled, and the fiercest Six Desires Divinity churned amid the surges like raging waves in Mo City, intensifying the gale and downpour!
"So, is this your ace in the hole, Ji Moli, to defy the Underworld?"
...
...
Ji Moli’s form went rigid, a dagger stabbed clean through his chest.
Far too swift, utterly soundless!
Much like with Zhao Beidou, or more precisely, inside this Mo City, against the combined might of Earthly Hell’s Evil, he genuinely sensed the pounding ache.
That stealthy Art of Teleportation, fusing seamlessly with time and space, went way beyond what Ji Moli could counter or fathom.
An arrogant soul always cools after a harsh strike.
In truth, Ji Moli had never truly been arrogant, yet to seize the chance as Qi Tian City stirred, he pushed for Divine Tribulation breakthrough.
And his way to reach Divine Tribulation involved gulping down the Blood Souls in the Blood Pool, devouring every last one gathered from years of city massacres.
He sacrificed his clone’s revival power to shove himself into Divine Tribulation.
Such an ascent brought severe drawbacks too, like shifts in mood and spirit depth, since Blood Souls were a fusion of myriad soul essences.
Ji Moli thereby shed his poise, turning a bit frenzied and haughty.
Now, with his heart skewered by the dagger, a dull ache swiftly overtook his whole frame...
The dagger bore poison!
How vile!
Even in the Divine Tribulation Realm, how could anyone stoop to poison?!
His heart seized sharply, through Heaven and Earth Soul detection, it felt like his blood darkened...
One by one, venomous serpents burst wildly from his form, coiling around him, as if aiming to truss him up entirely.
Splutter——
Ji Moli’s mouth parted, spewing a huge gush of blood, the dagger yanked from his heart, crimson spraying, with toxins rampaging unchecked across his body.
His formerly mighty physique and qi-blood failed utterly to curb these poisons, which rampaged inside him, steadily gnawing at his meridians, sinews, and very flesh.