Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 817: A Mere Pseudo-Immortal

"Run! Damn legs, run faster!"

Over the North Sea, a vague dark figure dashed away in terror.

This might be just the second occasion when Wu E truly loathed the Taotie's corporeal form this intensely. The scheme for Chen Niu's avatar had utterly failed. Not a lone Fierce Beast's demonic soul had merged with it, leaving its power merely at the late Divine Transformation stage.

To be fair, the late Divine Transformation stage offered respectable aerial velocity.

Yet when set against the rapid advance of that icy murderous aura, it resembled nothing more than a tortoise inching along the soil.

Still, escape wasn't entirely out of reach.

Provided it managed to reach the North Sea's heart.

That spot stood as the frailest section of the Immortal-Mortal channel right now. Upon arrival, its genuine form could execute a Divine Descent with scarcely any energy. Then, regardless of the hunter behind it, they'd inevitably fall to a counterstrike from its authentic self's arrival.

"Scum! So you're the thief who snatched this king's body? Where do you imagine you're escaping to?"

A booming bellow, akin to thunder's clash, exploded in Wu E's rear, jolting it so fiercely that its frame quivered, almost leading to loss of bladder control. The chaser hadn't completely appeared, yet that dreadful aura had already numbed Wu E's scalp.

That presence felt all too recognizable—it was the Taotie's essence.

Furthermore, it was the Taotie near its utmost power!

"Help!"

Wu E's avatar bellowed at the dim, cloudy heavens.

But how could that cry possibly penetrate to the Immortal Realm?

"Help? Only now do you think to plead for aid? Far too delayed!"

With an icy huff, Chen Huaian materialized ahead of Wu E ahead of the Taotie. A gleam of blade light flashed, as he advanced on sword energy, gripping his blade reversed toward Wu E's skull.

This blade attack was incredibly swift. Yet right as the edge neared Wu E's neck, Chen Huaian paused—he was well aware of his Sword Intent's ferocity. Should he slay Wu E directly with his blade, wouldn't the Taotie's form be shredded into pulp by his savage Sword Intent? To err on caution, restraint was wiser.

So, Chen Huaian twisted his wrist. As his lengthy blade slid back into its scabbard, the silver-white Sword Intent encircling him suddenly erupted fiercely, forming a seamless sword mesh midair like myriad slender pins, securely wrapping the space a few zhang surrounding Wu E.

The Sword Qi lining the mesh whispered and crackled, carving the atmosphere to produce waves. The North Sea's surges were even repelled a few feet by this formidable presence.

"Muscle Tyrant, act now! You must reclaim this corporeal form yourself."

Chen Huaian's tone was frosty, his eyes riveted on Wu E ensnared in the mesh—he knew precisely that only the Taotie's own refinement of this body could restore it to full might. Any other's force would merely ruin this vessel bearing the Fierce Beast's core.

Wu E within the mesh, who had been thrashing at first, abruptly ceased upon catching those words.

As though detecting a shift, the dread on its features ebbed away swiftly, supplanted by a near-mad, savage smirk.

It lifted its gaze to the somber, clouded sky vault, its cry shrill and grating, "Act now? Heh heh heh! Chen Huaian! And you, this empty Taotie! You're both doomed!

My authentic form has pinpointed my position. The vulnerable spot of the Immortal-Mortal channel lies precisely at the North Sea's core—it's about to descend!

Once my authentic form arrives, the pair of you won't even qualify as mere morsels for it!"

"Not good!" Chen Huaian's face twisted sharply, and the sword mesh contracted sharply. "Muscle Tyrant, deploy your Devouring Divine Ability at once! Leave it no opening!"

Ere his speech concluded, a jet-black tempest abruptly surged from Chen Huaian's back.

The gust bore a horrifying pull that could engulf and assimilate everything—it was exactly the Taotie's inherent divine skill!

The ebony wind pillar charged directly at Wu E. Everywhere it swept, even the silver-white Sword Intent upon the sword mesh warped faintly from the draw. The shielding demonic aura cloaking Wu E's frame was ripped away instantly by the gale, exposing the scaled armor form of the Taotie underneath.

A glint of grim resolve flashed in Wu E's gaze. It knew exactly the Taotie's aim.

It clenched its jaws abruptly, and a veil of murky gray haze started seeping from its whole being.

This gray haze matched what Chen Huaian often saw on Ascenders.

The haze shrouded its divine soul, compelling it to detach forcibly from the Taotie's corporeal shell.

The Taotie's frame, bereft of the divine soul's backing, slumped weakly to the terrain. But the instant it touched the black wind pillar, it was whisked by the gust and floated toward the dark silhouette behind Chen Huaian—which was Muscle Tyrant, slowly taking shape.

"Hoping to ingest me with it? Not so simple! So long as my divine soul persists, my authentic form can track the spot!"

Wu E's lingering soul howled inside the gray haze. The haze, bearing its divine soul, actually collided violently against Chen Huaian's sword mesh.

Crack—!

The Sword Intent upon the mesh pierced the gray haze right away, innumerable threads of Sword Qi slashing into its divine soul.

"How can this be?! What sort of Sword Intent is this, able to rend immortal force..."

Wu E emitted a piercing, agonized shriek. Its divine soul was hacked into ragged pieces, yet it leaned on the odd might of the gray haze to wrench apart a breach forcibly, bolting toward the North Sea's central direction.

"Chen Huaian! Taotie! Just wait! My authentic form will never spare you—"

The lingering soul still chuckled viciously airborne.

Before its utterance ended, a vast, sky-obscuring, ground-shrouding enormous black claw plunged suddenly from the cloud stratum.

The massive claw bore rough scales, its tips shining with a dark-green chill gleam. With merely a soft clench, Wu E's lingering soul crumbled to powder in the claw's hold, without even a chance to utter a cry.

The massive claw withdrew gradually into the cloud stratum. Yet the firmament now wasn't merely somber—dense, shadowy clouds roiled and surged without cease. Violet bolts flickered and threaded through the cloud fissures, lighting the dim, colossal, mutable outline hazily visible amid the cloud layer.

That outline was excessively gigantic. Even showing but a fragment, one could discern a frame clad in deep golden dragon scales, and a duo of tucked bat wings. The creases at the wings' borders still adhered to lingering gray haze.

Most chilling of all, a pair of scarlet beams pierced downward from the cloud layer, like twin blood moons, pinning Chen Huaian and the Taotie steadfastly. That crushing aura resembled a solid mountain chain, slamming down with a deafening force, rendering Chen Huaian's torso as if obstructed by a huge rock, his breaths labored.

"Demon Immortal Wu E..." Chen Huaian gripped his lengthy sword tightly, his knuckles paling.

He could distinctly sense the earthly and stony elements from the nearby skies and lands gathering toward the outline in the cloud layer—sand, dirt, pebbles, even underwater rocks, all shattered gravity's bonds, assembling aloft to build a huge physique.

Ere long, a full Demon Immortal shape emerged below the cloud layer:

Upon that alligator-ish skull, twin arched colossal horns stabbed through the clouds. Tusks jutted from its maw, saliva trickling, splattering the ocean and stirring surges dozens of zhang tall.

Its torso was sheathed in deep golden dragon scales, each the breadth of a millstone. Dark-green poison oozed from the scale interstices, plunging into the sea where the water bubbled and blackened at once.

The bat wings upon its back spread, extending hundreds of zhang across. Each beat summoned roaring winds, the North Sea's billows surging tens of zhang, pounding outward. Its quartet of limbs were stout as colossal columns, talons embedding deeply into the earth-and-stone physique it had formed. Each shift made the heavens and earth quiver faintly.

On the opposite flank, the Taotie's recovered shell was reforming inside the black wind pillar—the formerly slack form steadily swelled, deep purple scale plating once more encasing it wholly. Four hooked horns sprouted from its crown. A pair of scarlet orbs gradually unveiled. The murderous aura encircling it mingled with the spiritual energy of sky and land, evidently hastening the assembly of its flesh and the restoration of its strength.

Demon Immortal Wu E's stare glanced over the forming Taotie, ultimately settling on Chen Huaian—Chen Huaian held his ground steadily, lengthy blade at ready, staunchly obstructing the route before the black wind pillar sustaining the Taotie.

"Human cultivator," Demon Immortal Wu E's voice thundered like waves crashing over the sea, bearing an unquestionable command, "why assist this Taotie? Are you unaware it spells doom for this realm? From antiquity, it has reveled in consuming all creation. Should it regain its zenith, catastrophe will befall both the Mortal Realm and the Immortal Realm?"

It halted, dark-green poison dribbling from its tusks, its voice turning icier:

"I am Demon Immortal Wu E, among the Four Great Demon Immortals serving the Divine Joy Emperor. On the Emperor's decree, I descend expressly to quell this menace.

If you value your life, scram at once! Cease impeding This Venerable One's duty!

Lest This Venerable One deigns to pulverize you with it!"

As the declaration landed, the suppressing aura swelled anew.

The fierce winds lashed his visage. Chen Huaian's legs buckled faintly. He plunged the Black Scales Sword into an undersea outcrop, scarcely upholding his stance.

Nevertheless, his stare stayed unyielding, locked on Demon Immortal Wu E, showing no hint of yielding.

"Hah! What a Demon Immortal!"

He was Chen Huaian.

He was likewise a Great Ascension Stage expert from the Cangyun Realm.

He feared not even Heaven's Wrath!

How could this trivial pseudo-immortal from Earth Star merit compelling him, Chen, to submit?