Chapter 745

Such blatant murder to silence!

I was wondering what kind of person could silently mobilize such a powerful water column, killing invisibly, and in the next moment my entire spirit body had already been shoved out.

At the place I had just been, a golden light flashed, and Zhao Zixun's long blade cut through another black water column.

The black water fell, and in the blink of an eye it seeped back into the soil, vanishing without a trace.

Only then did I realize that the enemy not only wanted to kill Feng Ying'er to silence her, but also had no intention of sparing me.

Even Zhao Zixun!

The enemy was very cautious; we clearly got no useful information from Feng Ying'er's side, yet they still wanted to eradicate us completely.

I looked up again; it seemed Xiao Jiu's side was faring well, already putting great pressure on the enemy, and they would be defeated soon.

Otherwise, the enemy wouldn't be so eager to silence us.

Underground, the sound of water flowed incessantly, as if endless streams were surging from all directions.

Perhaps because my ghostly power had weakened to the point of barely sustaining my spirit body, I could not even tell where the next water column would burst forth.

But I understood: the enemy knew Zhao Zixun was tough to handle, so they would surely deal with me first.

Thus, wherever I was, the water column would erupt from that spot.

Having figured this out, when Zhao Zixun came running at me with his long blade, I also stepped forward and lunged toward him.

I can't help Zhao Zixun now, but at least I won't drag him down.

If at a critical moment he needs my essence-blood supply, I can still drain the last drop of essence-blood from my true body to help him overcome the crisis.

Zhao Zixun lowered his body slightly, and his long, strong arms caught me in an instant.

I instinctively reached to wrap my arms around his neck, thinking I was now light, hanging on him shouldn't burden him much.

But I didn't expect Zhao Zixun to heave me onto his shoulder with a single exertion: "Wanwan, hold on tight."

I…

I can't hold this pose!

I gritted my teeth and could only spread my arms, embracing his back.

Zhao Zixun had no time to worry about these things; another black water column surged up from underground.

This time it wasn't just one column, but five or six bursting out simultaneously.

And as those five or six fell, another five or six would immediately follow.

For a moment, black water columns rose and fell in succession, relentlessly attacking us.

Zhao Zixun's long blade kept swinging, golden blade qi continuously sweeping the space, yet those water columns were utterly ineffective against him.

From start to finish, I was like a trinket hanging on Zhao Zixun's shoulder, completely unharmed.

Seven or eight minutes later, Zhao Zixun fiercely drove his blade tip deep into the soil, formed hand seals, and struck down from the hilt; golden light shot from the hilt like a swimming dragon toward the tip, sinking into the earth.

After a brief silence, countless golden lights burst from underground, throwing up great sheets of water.

The black mist rose with the water spray, only to be swallowed by the golden light the next instant; the water that fell thereafter was already clear and pure.

The ground shook violently, a clamor of slaughter came from afar, and the phoenix's cries echoed throughout the three realms.

I knew this was Xiao Jiu and his companions launching their final attack.

Success or failure hinges on this single move.

Chi… chi… chi…

The familiar sound of warhorse hooves suddenly rang out; I and Zhao Zixun turned our heads together, only to see that Zhao Zixun's warhorse had somehow been brought in.

How did it get in? And who brought it in?

Zhao Zixun excitedly stepped forward, raising his hand to stroke the warhorse's head.

The warhorse nuzzled his clothes affectionately, like an old friend reunited after a long separation, snorting and blowing as it recounted its recent state.

I couldn't understand, but Zhao Zixun was clearly able to communicate with the warhorse.

He said: "After the Coffin Nail is given to the Dang Pu, my Soul Body will return to my flesh in the Nine Underworlds; the warhorse was taken in by the Seven Halls Yama, and it was the Seven Halls Yama's aid that created a magnetic field through the recent water-column attack, successfully sending the warhorse in."

So it was the Seven Halls Yama lending a hand.

Zhao Zixun said this, then swung himself onto the horse.

The warhorse came before me, its eyes fixed on me; I could clearly see pity in its gaze.

I gave a wry smile; even this warhorse could see how frail I was at the moment.

Zhao Zixun sat upright on the high horseback; I don't know if it's my illusion, but I felt the golden light surrounding him growing ever more intense.

I looked up at him, as if gazing upon a deity.

The battle soul condensed, the divine form returned to its body; Zhao Zixun… indeed he was about to return to the Heavenly Court.

I felt glad for him.

I heard myself say to him: "General Zhao, go on your way; you never belonged here. Your descent saved me from fire and water, saved the entire Nine Underworlds from peril, your merit is boundless—you should return to where you belong."

Zhao Zixun startled, his brows knitting, he asked: "Wanwan, tell me, where is the place I ought to return to?"

"The Heavenly Court." I said firmly, "General Zhao, after this tribulation, the rest of your life will surely go smoothly, your future bright as brocade."

Having said that, I smiled and waved at him, intending to see him off just like that.

But as I raised my hand, Zhao Zixun grasped it and lifted me up once again.

In a whirl, I found myself seated on the horse's back.

My entire spirit body was instantly enveloped by the golden light surrounding Zhao Zixun.

This golden light came both from his battle soul and from the merit surrounding him.

My spirit body was nourished by merit, as if returned to the Soul-guiding Lamp.

Initially, my fragmented soul was revived and made whole by the merit-light of the Soul-guiding Lamp in just this way.

Thus, when I leaned against Zhao Zixun's embrace, my weak spirit body instantly steadied somewhat, and I felt much more comfortable.

Zhao Zixun clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and the na‑na‑na horse hoof sounds kept ringing in the Nine Abysses deep abyss.

At first I didn't understand what Zhao Zixun wanted to do, but soon he told me the answer with his actions.

Zhao Zixun was leading me in inspecting the territory.

The war horse trampled every inch of land in the Nine Abysses; wherever it went, everything was a scene of devastation.

This sight and scene made me unconsciously think back to those years.

After that great calamity, the Nine Abysses never truly had time to properly recover.

Whether it was Zhan Jiaoe, Feng Ying'er, or any other dirty things, they all parasitized like parasites on this land of the Nine Abysses, sucking and draining the last bit of energy the Nine Abysses had left.

Zhao Zixun rode the war horse, brandishing a long blade; wherever he went, he eliminated every parasite that did not belong to the Nine Abysses.

After this round, the Golden Light on his body became noticeably stronger.

Even his war horse gained a golden Merit mark on the center of its forehead.

I straightened my body, reached out and grabbed the reins, and made the war horse stop.

Taking advantage of Zhao Zixun's moment of doubt, I flipped off the horse and landed steadily.

A muffled thunder rumbled faintly from above; it was the order for Zhao Zixun to soon leave the mortal world and return to the Heavenly Court…