Did that guy mean that if Sui Sui was hit, she would suffer the same damage in reality?
This thought flashed through his mind, only to be dismissed by Tang San in the next second.
No...
It shouldn't be that simple.
Since that guy was on the "protective" side, he wouldn't let Sui Sui get hurt even if it cost him his life.
If blocking the attack was just a facade, then what was the purpose of that three-headed bat beast...
A strong sense of crisis erupted on his scalp. The Blue Silver Emperor vines that stretched across the space writhed like wild snakes, attacking the three-headed bat beast, whose body had turned into mist, even more ferociously.
"Killing God Domain, Killing God Strike!"
A cold white light emanated from Tang San, freezing even the invisible air, let alone the mist-like three-headed bat beast.
Tangible killing intent condensed into ice, swirling layer by layer in the air, turning into large ice blocks that plummeted from the sky into the scorching lava.
In just three to four seconds, after Tang Sui finally dodged the several red light blades, she saw this scene.
But this time, Tang Sui's face did not show anger. She just frowned at Tang San, her ink-like eyes churning with unknown undercurrents. She stared coldly at him, not making any further moves.
Tang Sui's inexplicable pause gave Tang San a sliver of hope, but also a greater sense of dread.
He knew that his cunning sister always had many tricks up her sleeve.
It was not a problem when used against enemies, but it could be disastrous when used against allies.
But...
Was that three-headed bat beast dealt with so easily? Why wasn't Sui Sui angry this time?
Just as Tang San was lost in thought, the bubbling lava below began to tremble.
"Roar—!"
Three pitch-black bat heads emerged from the viscous lava. The lava, which could easily melt the flesh and even bones of a soul master, now felt like harmless hot spring water. It gently brushed against the three-headed bat beast's dark body, not even singeing a single strand of fur.
Tang San's pupils contracted. He suddenly remembered that when he dealt with the Ten-Headed Sun Serpent, it was also fearless of the Yellow Springs Water-like lava, moving as freely as a sea soul beast returning to the ocean, unaffected in the slightest.
He had not expected this three-headed bat beast to possess the same characteristic as the Ten-Headed Sun Serpent.
Was this due to the illusion, or was it the truth?
Speaking of which, was Sui Sui also not afraid of lava?
Memories of the real world and the illusion intertwined in his mind, causing a needle-like pain that alerted Tang San.
"You passed."
The spiritual power, burning like the sun, fluctuated violently at these four sudden words.
Tang San turned his head, his slightly unfocused pupils showing specks of confusion. He looked at Tang Sui, who stood dozens of meters away and had spoken, with rare bewilderment.
"Huh?"
"Roar?"
The three-headed bat beast, submerged in lava, tilted its head, its six eyes flicking towards Tang Sui in unison.
Evidently, it was more intelligent than ordinary soul beasts.
"Wait, what do you mean?"
His script wasn't supposed to be like this!
Had one of his "good partners" come to interfere?!
Dangerous, ethereal light flickered in the fox mask's narrow eyes.
Another voice, unexpected by Tang San, interjected. Sudancn.com
Tang San blinked hard, his refocused vision reflecting the pair of fox eyes glowing green. To his surprise, they showed hints of... anger?
Shock flashed in Tang San's eyes as he confirmed he wasn't mistaken.
Tang Sui, with her dark, ink-like eyes, glanced inadvertently at the fox mask, which should not have been seen, and her gaze fell upon Tang San.
And the moment their equally cold and indifferent eyes met, the former seemed to sense something. Her vertical pupils trembled slightly, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but refrained from speaking the words that reached her lips due to Tang San's presence.
"What... do you mean?"
Tang San looked at Tang Sui, who stood with her hands behind her back, her aura seemingly even colder, his expression filled with doubt.
"It means, you passed the trial of the Hell Road. You can leave through the exit now. Isn't that why you came to the Slaughter City?" Tang Sui said indifferently. "You can leave now, boy."
Tang San frowned and hesitated, making no further move.
Because he felt that something was still not right.
The atmosphere seemed to fall into a stalemate again.
The three-headed bat beast, soaking in the lava, had one head staring at Tang San, another at Tang Sui, and the third intently at the exit of the Hell Road.
Then, the head that was staring at Tang San let out a roar filled with threat and impatience, as if warning Tang San that if he didn't leave, he would never leave.
While Tang San was still hesitating, Tang Sui, unusually, waited patiently for Tang San's choice with a good-natured demeanor.
The moment Tang San made up his mind, a tremor from his soul instantly affected his entire being.
A rich scent of rust, even several times more potent than the odor emanating from the Yellow Springs Water-like lava below. An aura like one soaked in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a vast and terrifying pressure descended. The illusion of the forest, thick with tree shadows, shattered instantly. The broken bridge, frozen by tangible killing intent, and the ice flowers blooming in mid-air, were like sparks extinguished between fingertips, ruthlessly crushed.
"Letting someone leave so easily, that's not like you."
A deep, playful voice suddenly rang out, hitting their ears like thunder from a clear sky, startling the other three humanoid figures present.
Despite the fox mask covering her face, an expression of shock could be eerily discerned.
A faint surprise appeared on Tang Sui's cold, exquisite features, as delicate as a porcelain doll, but she quickly frowned and looked at the newcomer.
"How are you here?"
As the terrifying pressure, like a storm and natural disaster, descended, Tang San felt like a ship caught in a storm after setting sail, his life or death beyond his control.
This voice is...
"Slaughter... King...!"
Four slightly trembling syllables were squeezed out from between Tang San's teeth.
The pressure, more vast and terrifying than ever before, rendered Tang San unable to even move.
If he were still at the Soul King stage, he truly would have been unable to resist.
But he was already level eighty-four!
Even facing Poseidon, the great high priestess, he had never felt this way, without even a shred of resistance!
At this moment, Tang San felt a sense of "they've finally arrived," feeling that this was the true purpose of the other party.
The fox mask, sensing it was being blamed, felt like a pot had been placed on its head: "..."
It directly ignored Tang San, the "outsider," glanced at the "Tang Sui" who had been completely replaced, and then at the Slaughter King who had "emerged alive" in the literal sense, its emerald eyes deepening.
Do you guys remember that I am Tang San's examiner?
— Aside —
Fox Mask: My meticulously crafted script seems to have gone wrong somewhere.
PS: Sending out one chapter first. I got back late today, and Mo Li is typing slowly. The other two updates will likely not be finished until after midnight. Little darlings can read them all tomorrow.