NOVPUBWith Cang God’s command of Suppression, it seemed as if the entire heaven and earth were collapsing.
The onlookers around them already felt this oppressive force, even though the power was not directed at them.
"Overestimate your capabilities," Xu Zimei scoffed coldly.
"Trying to compare strength with me."
One could see the Power Vortex within him spinning rapidly, with hundreds of them continuously providing Shaking Heaven Power. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
The giant behind roared again, both figures stretching to the sky, and suddenly thrust upwards.
It was then that the old man’s force of Suppression briefly hesitated, followed by the sound of "crack crack" shattering.
Cang God’s complexion changed, as if he had been struck a tremendous blow, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, and his entire being seemed to be smashed, flying backwards.
"How can he be so strong," Cang God’s face showed shock, staring at Xu Zimei in astonishment.
"Continue," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
Cang God’s face became solemn as he glanced aside at the Youming Divine King.
One could see the woman sitting cross-legged upon the firmament, seemingly surrounded by countless spirits.
As if summoning something from the depths of the Netherworld.
Cang God hardened his heart once again, his hands gathering clusters of dark green power.
Within that dark green force, numerous verdant vines began to grow.
It seemed as if these vines had life of their own, crawling up from the ground towards Xu Zimei.
"Those are the Vine of All-lifes from the Cang Race, aren’t they," some knowledgeable people murmured nearby.
"What is the Vine of All-lifes?" asked someone next to them, puzzled.
"It is a unique Cultivation Technique of the Cang Race, they say that their life source is the Vine of All-lifes," someone pondered for a moment and replied.
"Normally, this Vine of All-lifes is used for saving one’s life; it’s very important to the people of the Cang Race and not easily let go."
"Doesn’t that mean Cang God has been forced into a desperate situation?"
"Who is the opponent? Although the Cang Race is not strong in combat, after all, they have become gods for a long time and are considered decent among the Divine Kings.
How could they be defeated so easily?"
One could see these Vines of All-lifes spreading out one after another, as if merging with the void itself.
They bound Xu Zimei’s feet and both arms together.
Cang God knew he was no match for Xu Zimei, so he had no intention of defeating him; he was only trying to buy time for the Youming Divine King.
Xu Zimei slowly lifted his foot, only to see the vines underfoot tighten, gripping him fiercely.
"Are you ready yet? I can’t hold on much longer," Cang God shouted towards the Youming Divine King.
However, the Youming Divine King seemed to have entered a special realm and was unable to respond.
Xu Zimei chuckled lightly, this time he didn’t lift his foot, but the shadow behind him began to take steps forward.
The exceedingly tough vines were ripped apart instantly, without any struggle at all.
The moment the Vine of All-lifes snapped, Cang God knelt on the ground.
His mind roared; the Vine of All-lifes was not only the foundation of their Cang Race’s cultivation but also the core part.
He had not anticipated Xu Zimei to be this powerful.
With just one break, recovery would probably take decades of cultivation, and he would be devoid of combat capability—now he was no different from an ordinary person.
"Useless," a cold rebuke rang out from the side.
"Are you ready?" Cang God swiftly turned his head to look towards the Youming Divine King.
At this moment, the woman’s aura grew more immense, with countless spirits floating around her.
Behind her, a space was forcibly opened, and dark light shone forth from the space.
In that space, there seemed to be a great horror, with the voices of myriad wronged souls emanating from it.
"My Netherworld Divine Technique has been cultivated to the highest level, and I can forcefully open the connection to the Netherworld," the Netherworld Divine King said indifferently.
"With the reflection of the Netherworld, as long as the Netherworld persists, I am immortal."
"Have you had enough?" Xu Zimei said, shaking her head slightly.
The giant behind her roared angrily and stepped toward the Netherworld Divine King, who fought back fiercely against the Heaven-Shaking Giant.
Unfortunately, the disparity in strength between the two was simply too great. Just as the Netherworld Divine King touched the Heaven-Shaking Giant, she was turned to ash and smoke.
However, near the rift leading to the Netherworld, the figure of the Netherworld Divine King appeared once again.
Her complexion had turned several shades paler, and she looked at the Heaven-Shaking Giant in shock.
"I actually have no power to resist."
Before the Netherworld Divine King could ponder any longer, a large hand descended from the firmament.
The area covered by this hand was vast, nearly blanketing the sky above, making escape impossible.
The hand directly grabbed the Netherworld Divine King, holding her in its palm like an ant.
The Heaven-Shaking Giant grasped the Netherworld Divine King with its left hand, and with its right, it struck at the Netherworld entrance filled with ghostly spirits, shattering it with a single blow.
The entire firmament seemed to collapse; the space fractured, and the doorway to the Netherworld vanished.
"You," the Netherworld Divine King said, trembling as she looked at Xu Zimei, unable to speak for a while.
"You will be suppressed under this demonic land for ten thousand years, enduring endless agony before you die," Xu Zimei said coolly.
The Heaven-Shaking Giant punched down, cracking the earth and forming a deep pit.
It threw the Netherworld Divine King into this bottomless pit, abyss-like in its depth.
Xu Zimei waved her right hand, and the Summoning Demon Sky-covering Tree of the True Fate World trembled slightly, a leaf slowly drifting downward.
"A single tree can evolve into all things in heaven and earth."
Xu Zimei took the Demon Leaf and threw it into the pit.
The moment the Demon Leaf floated down, it surprisingly transformed into a formidable demon, suppressing the sealed area.
Screams of torment echoed from within.
Xu Zimei made another gesture with her right hand, moving the distant volcano to suppress the seal’s top.
The onlookers who saw this spectacle all swallowed hard.
Silent as cicadas in winter, none dared to utter a sound.
"What’s wrong? Do you also wish to be suppressed alongside her?" Xu Zimei asked coolly.
The onlookers quickly shook their heads, desperately running away, wishing they had eight legs.
Xu Zimei glanced at the remnants of the Underworld and the Cang God and said, "Commit suicide to save me the trouble of dirtying my hands."
"Mercy, my lord, we are merely escorts for our forebear and have no intention of contesting you," pleaded the people from the Underworld.
The Cang God let out a wry chuckle and, looking at Xu Zimei, said, "I accept my death, but before I die, could your honor tell me your name.
So I may know the identity of my defeater."
"Even if I told you my name, you’d never have heard of it. However, if you truly wish to die with understanding, you may call me the Demon Lord," Xu Zimei responded.
"Demon Lord," the Cang God muttered to himself.
"Indeed, it was my lack of foresight!"
He laughed loudly, and immediately after, he exploded on the spot, his flesh and bones annihilated without a trace.
The White Bone Demon beside him let out a cold snort, and the white bones erupted from the ground, ending the lives of the remaining Underworld miscreants.
