Chapter 132 - Rescue Subscription Requested

Within the Hell Palace, the red moon vanished, and with the disappearance of its glow, the Demonic Beasts frolicking by the river had already found places to hide.

Night fell, and the grand, hazy sky within the space was once again filled with ghost flames.

As darkness approached, Huang Chen couldn’t help but take action, this time making an even grander move.

He had been hiding within a Magical Treasure underground, and this time he used a curse taught by his master to control the space.

“Ma li ma li hong”

As he chanted the curse, apart from his Magical Treasure which remained motionless underground, the gray soil and sand on the surface started to whirl up in clouds of dust, and the rivers seemed to flow in reverse.

The Hell Palace began to turn as if caught in a tornado, shaking and spinning.

“Howl…” The desolate howling of wolves in the night sounded particularly tragic.

There were also cries of panic from other Demonic Beasts, suddenly thrown into confusion by the space’s rotation, causing them to spin until dizzy, crawling in their burrows as the earth collapsed and buried them underground.

Only the Ghost Cultivators in the night sky were unaffected, floating amidst the heavens, a suction force keeping their bodies stable, utterly unaffected by the space’s fluctuations.

They watched the spectacle, waiting for those Demonic Beasts underground to run out and become their prey.

“Hahahaha”

Huang Chen, sensing something, laughed with delight, finding such joy in becoming the supreme ruler of everything.

“Let’s see how you like another taste of my power!”

Huang Chen made the Magnet Magic Treasure Soul Conqueror emit poison gas, filling the entire space with poisonous fumes.

In the rolling darkness of the Hell Palace, the poison gas pervaded the entire space, and even the ghost flames that shone brightly sought refuge, transforming their soulful bodies into a

whiff of air, hiding within their Magical Treasure.

The Demonic Beasts within the Hell Palace, already dizzy from being tossed about, now frothed at the mouth from the poison gas.

Both the Lion King and the Tiger King, who had taken on their forms, were furious, attacking the sky without care.

The roars of the Lion King and the Tiger King were even louder than the wolves’ howls.

“Wu wa”

Loud echoes emanated from within the Hell Palace as they directed their attacks towards the sky.

The Demonic Beasts underground, unaffected, those with lower levels of cultivation, were disoriented from the rotation of the space and started frothing at the mouth from the toxicity of the poison gas.

“Wa wa…”

The Ghost Cultivators in the sky, while being attacked, cried out as they also launched their assaults, “swoosh swoosh swoosh,” spewing ghost flames toward the ground, producing thick smoke.

As the Demonic Beasts’ dens collapsed without any outlets, they were subjected to the smoky assault.

The poison seeped underground, leaving them motionless within the collapsed soil?

Only the Demonic Beasts with high levels of cultivation, above the level of Demon Core, launched fierce attacks toward the surface.

Wolves, although fearful of fire, were in the midst of a ferocious counterattack, paying no heed to the flames.

Wolves leaped high into the sky, influenced by the suction force, continuously clawing at the Ghost Cultivators.

A great battle unfolded within the Hell Palace, a fight between Ghost Cultivators and Demonic Beasts that had never before happened in this space, where for many years they had each cultivated, ever vigilant of one another but never engaging in major conflict.

Unexpectedly, since a few days ago, the Ghost Cultivators had sought to lead this space, launching a great war.

Demonic Beasts didn’t want to become puppets of Ghost Cultivators, of course they would fight for their lives, and victory or defeat would depend on who was the strongest.

Demonic Beasts could feel that someone was controlling the space inside; if they didn’t want to become puppets, they would rather die than not drag others down with them.

All Demonic Beasts above the level of Insight united at this moment, violently resisting the attacks from outsiders.

The suction and poison gas from outside were extremely unfavorable for living beings.

In this struggle between life and death, they didn’t hold back their cultivation strength, lashing out with their sharp claws at the ghost flames in the sky.

“Roar roar, even Demonic Beasts with transfiguration and Demon Cores wouldn’t do this.

This space is under my dominion, with my Magical Treasures and my master’s curses—prepare to die!”

Huang Chen arrogantly laughed while holding the Magnet Magic Treasure Soul Conqueror, but he knew that without the protection of the Magical Treasure, even with the curses, he’d be vulnerable to the Demonic Beasts’ attacks.

He cherished his life greatly.

Now that he had become a ghost soul, he couldn’t afford the slightest loss, hiding within the Magical Treasure, immune to the Demonic Beasts’ attacks.

Huang Chen’s junior disciples had been staying inside the protective aura their master provided, watching their senior brother show off, they chose to be ostriches.

Ever since becoming ghost souls, they had understood that keeping a low profile could protect themselves.

How their senior brother ruled like a king was his business, thanks to the family providing him with Artifact Refining of Magical Treasures.

Their master had also taught their senior brother the curse for controlling space.

They didn’t understand anything and could only hide, simply hoping to cultivate within the aura of light, trusting that even if their senior brother became king, he wouldn’t harm his junior brothers, right?

They certainly wouldn’t be foolish like those Ghost Cultivators, attacking the ground while also being attacked by Demonic Beasts.

Seeing their ghostly eyes shed bloody tears, their legs broken, though they could regrow, the place where they broke dripped black blood— both they and the Demonic Beasts underground were suffering mutual destruction.

Jiang Tang was training inside the Primordial Treasure Lingtian Space, initially unaware of the outside, unaffected by the fight happening outside.

“Moo…”

Little Blue Ox felt the cries of its kind, the pitiful moans making it shiver involuntarily, moving beside its master, biting his clothes.

“Little Blue Ox?”

Jiang Tang had to stop his training, not yet understanding why Little Blue Ox was pulling him, its mournful expression and eyes shedding tears.

“This stupid ox feels sorry for the Demonic Beasts outside in the space, but does it consider its own capabilities?

If you go out with the master, won’t you just be poisoned by the poison gas and die for sure… If you can’t even protect yourself, how are you going to save others?”

Eryao reprimanded Little Blue Ox and through it, explained the reason for its sadness.

After hearing Eryao’s words, Jiang Tang observed the chaos in the outer space, where Demonic Beasts and Ghost Cultivators had started a murderous brawl.

His handsome brows furrowed; in principle, the struggle between the two sides had nothing to do with him.

What he hated most was someone controlling the space and releasing poison gas to harm living beings.

The epidemic that killed his parents was deeply buried in his heart, even if it had nothing to do with his former self.

In his previous life, he was innately righteous, treating evil as an enemy.

Seeing someone deliberately doing evil, how could he let the villain succeed?

With his current cultivation, he was not capable of controlling the chaos outside.

He could only instruct Eryao to act, and he also used the flower plucking function to pick the newly rebloomed flowers from the Vitality Grass, collecting them with a spell.

“Eryao, prepare for battle…”

Upon hearing his master’s words, Eryao gave Little Blue Ox a withering look, “You’re always finding things for me to do, isn’t it enough to just watch?

Hmph, every time it’s me doing the work while you watch.

You stupid dead ox, always dragging your feet.”