Chapter 295: Lin Qiye: Can You Continue the Performance?

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A rumbling voice sounded, containing anger and some pain.

The Son of the Netherworld instantly disappeared from where he was and stood in the distance, lookingat the shattered sky vigilantly.

There was a terrifying aura.

“Judging from the aura fluctuations, it’s stronger than me?”

The Son of the Netherworld felt his scalp go numb.

He saw the pitch-black sky, where evil black energy was boiling.

An immortal body with monstrous demonic flames suppressed the world and descended.

However, on its body, there was corpse energy, death aura, resentment, greed, anger, and foolishness. Countless negative energies were mixed within. It was chaotic and difficult to control.

The Son of the Netherworld raised his eyebrows.

The corpse energy, the death aura, and the resentment were casually stuffed into the altar by him.

He had not expected that they would contaminate the existence of the altar.

Even this demon of unknown origin had been contaminated.

The Son of the Netherworld had an ominous premonition in his heart.

“Did I fall into a trap? The person who wrote the letter wanted me to attract its hatred?”

The Son of the Netherworld realized that something was wrong, but at this moment, there was no way for him to escape.

The monster had already descended.

It looked like a combination of a mantis and an octopus. Its upper body had a sharp ‘long blade’ that could freely expand and retract. There were also eight ‘long spear’ weapons on both sides of its chest. Its lower body had eight tentacles.

The wings on its back allowed it to hover in the air.

Above its head, a statue stood tall like a mountain. Its two gigantic wings were like clouds that blocked out all light.

When it descended into the Empress Universe, the statue quickly shrank into its body.

It turned into a three-meter-tall killing machine emitting a dark green color.

The murderous aura was dense.

The dense sense of danger made Lin Qiye, waiting for the battle to start, feel his heart skip a beat.

“So strong… Whether it’s the Son of the Netherworld who obtained thirty billion zombies or the Immortal Puppet summoned, they’re both undefeatable.”

“But they’ll fight.”

Lin Qiye didn’t watch too closely. He didn’t want to be noticed and surrounded.

He was watching from the sidelines.

Boom!

The pyramid altar was crushed into pieces by the Immortal Puppet.

The Son of the Netherworld controlled the zombies to retreat quickly.

However, the killing intent of the Immortal Puppet locked onto the Son of the Netherworld.

“You want to run? You contaminated my ceremony and prevented the Ghost Lightning from descending. As a result, my projection power was contaminated and weakened!

“You have to pay with your life!”

As they spoke, the Immortal Puppet slashed out with its dual blades.

A bright green light sliced through the air. The long blade lengthened as it swept past a bunch of zombies.

“Puchi!”

Tens of thousands of zombies were turned into dust by the slash.

It didn’t end there.

Instead, the blades were thrown toward the Son of the Netherworld.

They came toward him on the right and left, like two giant pythons that could destroy everything, sweeping towards the Son of the Netherworld.

Even though the Son of the Netherworld had the strength of thirty billion zombies, he still sensed the danger at this moment.

He hurriedly condensed two dragons of corpse energy and clashed with the double-chained saber.

“Boom!”

The Son of the Netherworld retreated thousands of meters.

“Damn it! I almost failed to block it.

“No, I need to condense more high-level Corpse Puppet Imprint to make me stronger.”

The Son of the Netherworld’s face was solemn.

While resisting the Immortal Puppet, he condensed more complete Corpse Puppet Imprints.

And so, in the sky, the Son of the Netherworld was continuously sent flying.

But the distance became shorter and shorter.

From thousands to hundreds of meters, to dozens of meters, and finally…

The Son of the Netherworld took the dual blade attacks head-on without moving an inch.

“Do you really think that I’m not your match?!”

The Son of the Netherworld’s combat power soared again.

Green light-emitting corpse energy dragons crashed into the Immortal Puppet, knocking it back.

“You’re getting stronger?”

The Immortal Puppet was stunned. It glanced at the Son of the Netherworld.

The Son of the Netherworld sneered. “I’m not joking when I said I am invincible.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the Son of the Netherworld’s strength rose to another level.

The Immortal Puppet was frightened by the terrifying aura.

At this moment, the Son of the Netherworld sneered.

“You’re getting weaker and weaker. Give me some more time, and I’ll be able to suppress you!”

The Son of the Netherworld coldly glanced at the Immortal Puppet.

His eyes were full of playfulness as if he had seen through the Immortal Puppet.

“You are not a real Celestial. You reek with the aura of death. You are the molt of a Celestial, right? In other words, you are at most a half-immortal.”

“No, you are not even a half-immortal. You are merely a weapon.”

The Son of the Netherworld laughed, his eyes flashing with greed. He could not help but lick his lips.

“If that’s the case, I can control you too! If I can control you, I can become a half-immortal!”

At this point, the Son of the Netherworld’s combat power suddenly rose. He was stimulated by the Immortal Puppet and became extremely excited.

Numerous corpse energy dragons crashed toward the Immortal Puppet like meteors.

Every time they crashed, the Immortal Puppet would sink further into the ground.

The Immortal Puppet’s eyes sharpened.

“I’ve seen through you too. Your power comes from those little bugs, right?

“Then you’re gone.”

As it spoke, the statue behind the Immortal Puppet’s body suddenly rose from the ground. It was like a mountain as it waved a 10,000-meter-long blade, sweeping across the battlefield.