Chapter 636: Chapter 568: Sword Qi 30000000

The snowstorm grew fierce with a rustling sound, and the mountain’s layered pine branches, laden with thick snow like plush velvet, hung heavily downwards. Occasionally, clumps of soft snow fell silently, piling onto the snowy ground.

The hordes of demons from outside the realm were already shocked into silence.

In the world covered by white snow, the fresh blood slowly trickling out of Shu Ci’s body spread like a blot of blood ink on pure white rice paper, diffusing slowly.

The Netherworld Wolf with its unnaturally gray and ominous fur greedily clamped onto the young girl’s body with its tusks, like a starving wild dog, swinging its head from side to side and viciously tearing at her flesh.

Amidst the howling snowstorm, the bone-chilling sound of bones being crunched and gnawed continuously echoed.

It seemed that Shu Ci’s blood held an irresistible attraction for the beast, to the extent that even Ming Qi found it difficult to suppress its bloodthirsty nature as a Heavenly Ghost.

The scene was extremely brutal; neither Baili An, who was watching, nor Shu Ci, who was being devoured, showed much change in expression.

Half-buried in the snowy ground, Shu Ci stared deeply at the Netherworld Wolf as it tore her body apart, the sharp tusks gnawing away chunk after chunk of flesh.

The process must have been excruciatingly painful, yet she pursed her pale lips, and her eyes, reflecting no emotions, betrayed no sign of pain.

But the more this was the case, the more bizarre Shu Ci’s demeanor seemed, sending chills down one’s spine.

Half her body was gnawed away, her waterfall-like hair spread over the red snow. Suddenly, the sound of the wind wailed like the cries of ghosts, ceaselessly rising in the silent world.

The Netherworld Wolf’s cruel bloodthirst indirectly proved the terrifying strength of Shu Ci’s life force. The blood flowing from her body moved slower than ordinary people, yet it didn’t seem sticky.

Within the blood, there was a particularly serene and powerful aura.

Snow is lifeless, but touched by fresh blood, the red snow seemed to be imbued with a magical life all of a sudden.

New tender shoots broke through the snow, like caskets, like tombs.

Within the red snow and shoots lay scattered bones, cool and stained with blood.

Beneath the Time Platform, the demons watched as Yihe Shu Ci was torn and gnawed upon, and eventually completely devoured by the gray wolf—falling into a quiet as if suffocated.

Mi Lu’s breathing grew heavier, his body trembling slightly, clearly struggling to believe this reality.

Ning Feiyan frowned deeply, her gaze dark and turbid.

Having finished its meal, the Netherworld Wolf sat alone in the snow; the Ferocious red glow in its eyes faded with satiation, leisurely licking the remaining blood from its paws, its demeanor extraordinarily at ease.

Standing in the shadows, Yin Baishuang’s expression was peculiar as he calmly said, “The Netherworld Wolf… How did it manage that?”

Mi Lu suddenly rose, veins bulging on his forehead in anger, “Cheating! The child cheated! That’s a Netherworld Wolf from the Bronze World, it did not defeat Yihe Shu Ci on its own, I refuse to accept the outcome of this challenge!”

Ning Feiyan said, “Young Lord, your words are inappropriate. Our path is vast like the ocean, with three thousand realms in existence. Cultivators of the world can perform Sword Control, Demon Control, Ghost Control, Spirit Control, and Beast Control. As long as the creature willingly obeys and fights, what difference does it make from the weapons of slaughter held in hand?”

Mi Lu narrowed his eyes, “You’re quibbling!”

Taking a slow breath, Ning Feiyan’s face lost its usual smile, her expression calmly stating, “Why the rush to deny the result of the battle, Young Lord? As long as the Qingye leaves have not turned red, it means the battle is not yet over. Do you really think the honorific ‘She Who Cannot Die’ given to Lady Shu Ci by the people is just a simple accolade?”

Mi Lu started, then realized that the Qingye leaves were indeed as Ning Feiyan said, without a hint of red, bringing him some comfort.

Qi Ren, hidden beneath a desk, clenched his fist tightly, fresh blood slowly oozing through his fingers.

He spoke quietly, “Young Lord need not worry. That is Lady Shu Ci, after all. The Netherworld Wolf may be powerful and fearsome, but we are in the Demon World—it does not belong to this realm. Without the protection of the Bronze World, it can’t stir up much trouble.”

Mi Lu found these words quite reasonable; from the beginning of the world, even after centuries of Chaos warfare, Shu Ci had never truly died.

Even if the Netherworld Wolf was unaffected by laws and regulations and even if it brought forth the extreme cold of the Cambrian, it would only freeze Shu Ci in an eternal slumber, not cease her existence.

Realizing this, Mi Lu’s tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his gaze turned expectant, looking forward to the minor world.

After all, being able to witness Shu Ci’s battle up close, even within the Demon World, was extremely rare.

Although the world knew of Shu Ci’s abilities to be undying and a Demon Soldier, even Mi Lu, Zangxin, and others only glimpsed a tiny portion of Shu Ci’s real strength, just the tip of the iceberg.

Baili An was well aware of the rules of the Qingye World. No participant could leave the realm before the outcome was decided.

Since he was still within this realm, it meant that the battle was not yet finished.

The snowstorm continued unabated.

The Netherworld Wolf suddenly let out a furious, mournful howl; the earsplitting roar instantly spanned miles, causing avalanches on distant mountains, tumbling down.

The snow-laden wind was enormously fierce, raising dust and scattering snow, with the sky becoming dark, gray, chaotic—as if about to collapse.

Baili An remained silent, his complexion turning pale, as he realized he was unable to retract the Netherworld Wolf back into his shadow.

“Puchi!”

The sound of a blade cutting through flesh arose.

A Qi Sword suddenly emerged from the Netherworld Wolf’s back.

The Qi Sword was invisible, but the gush of fresh red liquid outlined the sword’s contours sharply.