Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1570 - 1496: The Return of Ling Mo

"As long as you hand over the gorgon, I can leave here immediately," said Xue Huan expressionlessly, with his hands behind his back.

The situation was far more complex than he had imagined. Last time, the mysterious Nashash, when stealing Taloyag’s Poison Heart, had revealed that she had a significant connection with the Barbarian God. But now, having followed her to the moon of The Second World, he unexpectedly encountered the Demon Clan.

Could it be that the mysterious Nashash is simultaneously connected to both the Barbarian God and the Demon Clan?

"The gorgon did indeed come here before, but we don’t know her whereabouts, you can get lost!" said the Demon False God with demon race blood impatiently, waving his hand.

A trace of ruthlessness appeared at the corner of Xue Huan’s mouth as he said grimly, "Since you won’t tell me, I’ll have to find her myself!"

After speaking, he writhed his snake tail and rushed towards the Ring Mountains again, like a blood-red meteor crashing into the Ring Mountains.

"Don’t even think about going in!" Two Demon Clan Illusory Gods hurriedly surged forward to intercept him and collided with Xue Huan.

"Pa~" Xue Huan’s snake tail swung, lashing at the two Demon Clan Illusory Gods like a whip.

The two Demon Clan Illusory Gods immediately spat out blood, their bodies being flung far away.

Under the successive attacks of Huang Yi’s Incarnation and the Stellar Fiery King, they were already exhausted, unable to block Xue Huan.

Xue Huan, like an unstoppable overlord, rushed straight into the Ring Mountains, disappearing into the mountain pass once more.

"Do you really think my Demon Clan has no one?" A furious and familiar voice suddenly came from inside the Ring Mountains.

"Boom!" The Ring Mountains roared again, spewing a stream of black magma that spilled over the ground.

Xue Huan was once again blasted out, alongside a mighty figure exuding an aura of the Demon King.

The two Demon Clan Illusory Gods, upon seeing that mighty figure, immediately flew over joyfully, greeting respectfully: "Greetings, Spirit Demon Lord!"

It turned out that the one who repelled Xue Huan was the Spirit Demon who had rushed back from Val Stardao.

He had traversed the vast universe through some of the Demon Clan’s interstellar teleportation arrays, quickly returning to support the Demon Clan.

"It was the Dark King who sent a soul transmission to me, asking me to return immediately. Now where is he?" the Spirit Demon turned his head and asked the two Demon Clan Illusory Gods.

His way of addressing the Dark King had subtly changed; he would often refer to him as "Lord Dark King" before, but now he had ascended to the Void God Level, unconsciously dropping the word "Lord," indicating a sense of equal status.

"Lord Dark King’s avatar just battled a nearly divine enthroned Lava War Demon powerhouse, was almost destroyed, and has returned to his microcosm," a Demon False God replied.

"Recently, I don’t know what is happening. First, a madman-like powerhouse broke in here, followed by a nearly divine enthroned Lava War Demon powerhouse, and now another one!" the War Demon False God said in confusion.

At this time, Xue Huan stared at the Spirit Demon and spoke again, "Let me reiterate, as long as you hand over the gorgon, I can leave immediately."

"What a joke!" the Spirit Demon sneered, "We didn’t go to the First World to trouble you, yet you come to find trouble with us. Do you think this place is somewhere you can make demands? Even if you want to leave today, you’ll have to shed some skin!"

After speaking, the Spirit Demon flicked his palm, taking out a black dagger.

As soon as this dagger appeared, the surrounding space immediately rippled, trembling and squeezing away, as if trying to avoid the dagger.

"The Blade of Agony actually fell into your hands?!" Xue Huan’s expression grew grave.

The Blade of Agony was a notorious Magic Instrument; he had witnessed it in the hands of the Queen of Agony long before reaching divine enthronement in the Second World.

Unlike auxiliary Divine Artifacts like the Sorrowful Spirit of the Blue Sea’s Eye, it was purely offensive and formidable in battle. Generally speaking, once injured by this dagger, one would never heal, enduring eternal pain and unbearable torment on the soul.

The Spirit Demon dexterously twirled the Blade of Agony around his fingers, as if playing with a toy, saying: "Your Nagas were accomplices to the downfall of the Queen of Agony. Today, I’ll use this Magic Instrument to avenge the Queen of Agony!"

With that, the Spirit Demon charged toward Xue Huan, slicing through the space with the Blade of Agony, leaving a long black trail!

Xue Huan’s body flickered, dodging the strike, and then twisted his snake tail, emitting a sharp rattling sound like a rattlesnake.

His snake tail bore a pattern of blood rings, one of which suddenly shone with a bright red light, from which droplets of fresh blood oozed out, separating, and swirling in the air, forming billions of Blood Droplets.

These Blood Droplets, like countless hidden weapons, shot towards the Spirit Demon from all angles, as dense as a torrential downpour.

The Spirit Demon’s body rapidly faded, disappearing into the air, without a trace!

The Blood Droplets immediately lost their target, aimlessly swirling around.

Xue Huan glanced around, flicking his hand to take out the Sorrowful Spirit of the Blue Sea’s Eye.

The eyeball, like a living creature, rotated towards all directions, observing everything hidden in the void.

Soon, the eyeball stopped abruptly in one direction, flashing with a dazzling red light. It displayed an image— the Spirit Demon was lurking in a space not far from Xue Huan, rapidly spinning the Blade of Agony, seemingly preparing an ultimate move.

"You can’t hide!" Xue Huan laughed coldly, immediately controlling the billions of Blood Droplets in the air to form a blood prison, surrounding the space where the Spirit Demon was hiding.

The Spirit Demon’s expression changed, abandoning the preparation of his ultimate move, dodging out to fight Xue Huan with conventional means.

"Shoo, shoo~" At that moment, the two Demon Clan Illusory Gods forcibly raised their combat power, charging towards Xue Huan from different angles simultaneously.

"You two wastes want to ambush me too?" Xue Huan shouted angrily, snapping his snake tail fiercely.

"Puff! Puff!" The two Demon Clan Illusory Gods were immediately struck by the snake tail, spitting out two more mouthfuls of blood as they flew and fell again.

Their strength had been severely drained, and without rest and recovery, they were by no means opponents for Xue Huan.

But soon, they stabilized themselves again, continuing to charge towards Xue Huan, seemingly two tireless combat machines.

The group of combat masters fought so fiercely that the already ravaged space endured another immense impact.