The elder landed steadily, gazing at the devastated demon realm with a sigh, "How could they be so despicable..."
Having withdrawn the forces of the demon and beast races, they turned around and attacked the demon realm. If not for the timely arrival of the young woman, the outcome here would likely have been dire.
Tang Yi decapitated a soldier and looked up to see the elder's figure.
"Be careful!" Zhong Zi appeared out of nowhere, his blade twisting to repel a soldier who was sneak-attacking Tang Yi, "You are still on the battlefield, do not be distracted!"
She nodded, then fully immersed herself in the battle. Although the Ghost race was immortal and an extremely powerful ally, underestimating the enemy could lead to the Divine Realm's victory.
...
Bai Ran released her grip, gently placing Long Jin Han onto the couch. She then retrieved the Nine-Coil Life-Snatching Needles from her spatial storage.
Just as the silver needles were about to descend, the communication jade pendant on Long Jin Han's waist grew scorching hot.
Bai Ran frowned, reached out to unfasten the pendant, and injected spiritual energy. Urgent voices from Jing Feng and Dong Fang Wu Ji came from the other end of the pendant.
"Your Excellency! Are you alright!"
"He is fine, merely suffering a relapse of his cold illness and has fallen into a coma."
Jing Feng on the other end clearly paused, sounding surprised, "...Miss Bai? You are by His Excellency's side?!"
"Yes, the Ghost race coincidentally has souls with spatial attributes, so I arrived quickly."
As she spoke, Bai Ran opened the gate of the Ghost Mansion. Several skeletal hands worked together, carrying Jing Yun, who was covered in wounds, out.
Hearing this, the heavy burden in Jing Feng and Dong Fang Wu Ji's hearts finally eased. Since Miss Bai had gone, the demon realm would certainly be safe...
"Jing Feng, there is another piece of bad news. Are you prepared to hear it?"
Jing Feng on the other end was taken aback. His relieved heart suddenly tensed again, and for some reason, he felt a sense of foreboding...
Seeing Jing Feng's long silence, Bai Ran sighed as she looked at the battered Jing Yun, then slowly spoke, "Jing Yun was captured alive and tortured... he sustained very serious injuries..."
"What! How is he!" Through the communication jade pendant, Jing Feng was so anxious he wished he could teleport over immediately.
Jing Yun was severely injured!
Dong Fang Wu Ji, standing beside him, looked helpless. He patted Jing Feng's shoulder, gesturing for him to calm down, "With her there, what are you so worried about?"
Bai Ran chimed in, "Although the external wounds are quite severe, thankfully his dantian and meridians are unharmed. There is no need to worry."
"Miss Bai, we entrust Jing Yun to you. We will be there immediately."
...
An hour later, Tang Yi let out a long sigh, her robes soaked with the enemy's blood.
On the plain, the ground was littered with the corpses of the Divine Realm's heavenly soldiers, along with the mangled remains of demonized humans.
The demon realm soldiers all collapsed onto the ground, recovering their spiritual energy and strength.
"It's over... we won..."
"All thanks to Madam's help..."
Dong Ling subdued the inner demon, but the inner demon was too noisy. Impatient, Dong Ling simply knocked her unconscious.
The elder scanned the surroundings, his gaze finally settling on the already deceased Divine Emperor.
His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly as he strode towards the Divine Emperor's corpse, his expression grim.
"Give me that thing."
Hearing this, Dong Ling retrieved an extremely slender sword from his storage ring. The blade was unlike that of ordinary swords, it had not been sharpened.
Dong Ling handed the sword to the elder, a hint of confusion in his voice, "Elder, why did you instruct your subordinate to prepare the Soul-Severing Sword?"
The Soul-Severing Sword, as its name suggests, is a sword capable of severing souls. Its blade is blunt and cannot wound people, but it can harm souls.
Dong Ling gazed at the Divine Emperor's corpse. Suddenly, his slender eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly.
But upon closer inspection, it appeared to be just the normal appearance of a corpse...
The elder took the sword and plunged it into the soil beside the Divine Emperor's head, his expression solemn. "Earlier, I thought a vengeful spirit had possessed a common person's body."
But now, it seems... that is not the case...
The elder narrowed his eyes, a dark, indistinct emotion flashing within them. "It is not merely that."
Zhong Zi's expression sharpened. The spiritual energy in the air suddenly became exceptionally volatile, mixed with immense resentment and the ghostly aura of vengeful spirits.
To everyone's shock, Mo Huai An, who was already dead, slowly sat up!
"How is this possible!" Tang Yi's eyes widened instantly, filled with unconcealable horror. "His Excellency personally killed him!"
The elder's expression was complex, a faint killing intent emanating from him. "I did not expect to see you again under such circumstances..."
The familiar spiritual energy fluctuations in the air... every movement he made as he sat up reminded the elder of that person...
That long-dead, former Emperor of the Divine Realm...
"Old man, you actually recognized me—" Mo Huai An looked up, a golden glint flashing in his eyes, hinting at some terrifying conspiracy.
Tang Yi looked at Mo Huai An. The spiritual energy surrounding him possessed an inexplicable oppressive aura. "He's not the Divine Emperor? Then who is he..."
Dong Ling and Zhong Zi exchanged glances and quietly moved behind Mo Huai An, preventing his escape.
The elder sneered, "Asking who he is?"
"He is the deceased former Emperor of the Divine Realm, Mo Huai An's biological father, Mo Cheng Ze."
Zhong Zi was shocked, and Tang Yi was also stunned into silence for a long time. Fortunately, Dong Ling had set up a soundproof barrier.
"Then what about Mo Huai An! Where has the real Mo Huai An gone? Could it be..." he's dead?
Tang Yi pursed her lips, her heartbeat growing more rapid, as if it would leap out of her chest at any moment.
Mo Huai An's body was possessed by the former Emperor's soul, which explained his drastic change in temperament and his abnormal behavior...
But where was the real Mo Huai An? Where had the true Divine Emperor gone?
Mo Cheng Ze raised his eyes, his gaze filled with scheming and calculation. The elder stared at him for a long time without speaking, only raising the Soul-Severing Sword in his hand and drawing a formation around Mo Cheng Ze.
Spiritual energy flowed from the elder's hand to the Soul-Severing Sword, and then from the Soul-Severing Sword into the formation.
As the formation grew more complex, Mo Cheng Ze's complexion changed continuously, alternating between dark and red.
Seeing this, the elder sighed, "Mo Huai An is alive..."
What! Several people looked up. The elder put away the sword in his hand, his expression complicated.
"The real Mo Huai An is alive? Where is he now?" Tang Yi stepped forward, her tone slightly anxious.
The true Divine Emperor was alive, she wanted to tell Madam immediately!
The elder gazed at Mo Cheng Ze within the formation, lowered his eyelids, and sighed, "In this body."
One body, two souls. Mo Huai An's soul and Mo Cheng Ze's soul coexisted within a single shell. Occasionally, Mo Huai An would gain control of the body...