Chapter 641: Chapter 570: The Demon

Deep autumn chill was dense, and at the hour of Zi, the moon was shadowed, the vast snowy night world no longer revealed the figures of Baili An and Shu Ci.

Beneath the ice, the deep sea held no breath, yet it could completely isolate innumerable demons’ Divine Sense beyond its realm.

The fractured icebergs, bathed in the brilliance of magic fire, rose and sank, while stars and moon hid behind clouds, the heaven pressing so low it seemed close to touching the sea’s surface, with barely perceptible sounds of thunder coming from within the Heavenly Sea.

Beneath the beaded curtain of her crown, the Female Demon Lord’s face was half-illuminated, half-shadowed, as enchanting as a Demon Charm, chilling hearts at a mere glance.

Zangxin remained silent for a while, his black pupils like a vortex, hiding the tumultuous emotions within his heart.

Ning Feiyan’s gaze on the Qingye World deepened, intensified.

For a moment, the Monarch’s Return Banquet fell into a tacit silence; the atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive.

Mi Lu was speechless for a long time and could not help but whisper to Qi Ren beside him, “Shu Ci can’t possibly lose, right?”

Qi Ren propped himself on the ground, breathing heavily, as the disordered backlash within him almost boiled over before he finally calmed down.

Enduring immense pain, his voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, “Your Highness must be joking.”

Mi Lu also felt as if he had told a huge joke; he licked his dry lips, hoping for the battle to end sooner.

Shu Ci sank deeper and deeper into the cold Abyss Sea; the battlefield changed for the third time.

The watery moonlight, devoured by the pitch-black water, was like being in a lightless, somber world, where the intense cold stretched without end, penetrating bone and blood.

That chill came not only from the Abyss Sea’s water but also from the spirit-extinguishing formation painted in blood.

It seemed as if there were countless invisible ropes in the sea, imperceptible to the naked eye and Divine Sense, that tightly bound Shu Ci’s body, with several fresh red wounds on her pale and delicate legs exposed below her dress.

The blood spread in the sea, her floating gown bound tight by the ropes, closely outlining the young girl’s slender and fragile form.

Shu Ci slightly frowned, and finally, a hint of hidden anger appeared in her hollow and indifferent eyes.

She had still underestimated the young man’s methods.

In the endless darkness, a touch of blood red flickered uncertainly within the dense black sea water like a dim flame.

That was the glow emitted by the Ghost Tears Pearl, its frail shine stretching a long, fine, crimson line in the oppressive sea.

The line’s end target was her forehead’s Divine Mansion.

With increasing coldness in her eyes, Shu Ci’s entire body was locked by the spirit-extinguishing formation, leaving her with no defense or escape as she truly endured the hit from this relentless force; her frail body, like a lifeless puppet, cracked open with numerous fresh, splintering wounds.

Upon a successful hit, Baili An discovered that the short flute at her forehead seemingly sank into an endless dark swamp of death, deeply adhered to and impossible to withdraw even a fraction.

Through the darkness, he saw the young girl’s face, toxically beautiful and dangerous, emitting a dim silver glow, as purple-black Spiritual Power surged around her. Although the spirit-extinguishing formation trapped her body, it could not control the massive power within her.

A black vortex, wrapped in a circle of purple lightning, rose on her forehead, instantly devouring the Ghost Tears Pearl at the flute’s end, causing the red light to disappear as the short flute continued inch by inch into the vortex.

Baili An’s eyes widened, his palm seemingly fused with the flute, unable to let go and separate.

Shu Ci looked exceptionally pale in the dark underwater world, exuding a frailty and elegance that were heartbreakingly brittle at first glance.

The tail of the flute in her hand, where the flower rested, turned from white to black, its color growing darker, and not even the deep sea could suppress the hue of this flute flower.

The poppy flower seemed to become an even colder and more unfathomable presence than the sea, continuously sapping Baili An’s breath inside him.

The short flute wasn’t long, and quickly disappeared into the vortex.

The immense pulling force left Baili An no option to retreat, his body descending heavily upon Shu Ci’s like a mountain sinking.

A chilling, deadly breath emanated slowly from within Shu Ci, enveloping him whole, like a cocoon, thickly wrapping him to the point of freezing every bone and blood in his body.

That deadly breath was unpredictable and forced the cold seawater and invisible ropes around them, compressing the force into a huge spherical barrier in the water.

The two, closely entwined, floated within this sphere.

Their energies were entangled, seemingly an intimate pose that knew no division.

Shu Ci gradually lifted her head, her cold, vacant silver eyes looking at Baili An, close at hand, denying him any chance to leave, grabbing his chin to force their foreheads together.

The lightning-wrapped vortex disappeared where their foreheads touched, and Baili An’s sight plunged into Shu Ci’s strange and dim silver eyes.

Until now, in this battle, whether it was cultivation, Combat Power, Physique, or Recovery Power, Shu Ci, as the Demon of the Shouhe from the Demon World, seemed to have stepped into an extremely terrifying sacred realm, unmatched by common people.

Regarding this, Baili An could only seek victory amidst danger, attempting to seal her in this Abyss Sea by using a drop of his Essence Blood in the formation, drawing upon the power of the Mohe.

He firmly believed that nothing was invincible between heaven and earth, where everything existed in mutual support and opposition.

Yet in reality, Shu Ci indeed lived up to her monstrosity’s name.