Netherworld Retrograde

Chapter 467: Chapter 221 Farewell (5K)

The Golden Dharma Image swung the Dragon Spear, uprooting the Divine Tree along with its roots.

The crisscrossing and horrifying roots were thus exposed under the starlit sky, each root bearing a head that was screaming in agony.

The screams of hundreds of heads echoed through the valley, all of them flesh sacrificed by the Withered!

At the same time, they were also the reason why the Withered were immortal. They had become part of the Divine Tree, and as long as these heads at the base of the tree existed, they would not die.

At that moment, as the Dragon Spear crashed down, clusters of heads burst apart, and those Withered in the ruins also perished amidst wails.

Some Withered struggled, some fled, some begged for mercy, and some felt relief.

In the end, they all turned into nothingness.

The Divine Tree suffered horrific damage as the Dragon Spear stabbed into the tree hollow, forcefully gouging out an eyeball. It exploded directly into a pool of blood mud.

Thereafter, the Dharma Image dropped the Dragon Spear, both hands reached up, grabbing the tree hollow and exerting force, tearing open the body of the Divine Tree amidst its terrified shrieks. The eerie flesh and fibers inside the Divine Tree were destroyed and crushed.

Afterward, Li Yelai dissolved the Dharma Image, switched Faces, activated the Overlord’s Double Pupils, picked up the Red Gold Mace, drew the Golden Bone Sword, and commenced a more efficient dismemberment.

It was unclear how much time had passed when the blood-covered Li Yelai chiseled open the core of the Divine Tree.

After pulling out a crimson gem the size of a pinky finger, the Divine Tree never made any more movements.

Li Yelai looked indifferently at the red gem in his hand, feeling a powerful force emanating from it.

But with the Double Pupils, even such an extraordinary item had visible weak lines. Li Yelai swung his sword and split the very remarkable red gem, only to discover that the fragmented gem instantly liquefied and rapidly healed.

Seeing that it couldn’t be destroyed, Li Yelai stopped trying and instead picked up the Red Gold Mace and unleashed the Fire Bifang!

A giant firebird took flight, circled in the air, and then dove down, igniting everything.

The remnants of the Divine Tree, the corpses of the Withered, were all consumed by fierce flames.

Putting an end to their last chance of resurrection.

The flames soared, illuminating the valley, but they could not light up the gloom in Li Yelai’s heart. He didn’t feel any pleasure from avenging a great wrong and was still consumed with intense hatred.

However, at that moment, Li Yelai heard the sound of friction from the dirt.

”There’s more? Good!” Li Yelai picked up the Dragon Spear, his killing intent boiling. The fire of his revenge had not yet extinguished!

But when Li Yelai turned around, he saw three women with swollen bellies dragging each other out of the ruins; they were not Withered.

They were two human women and a female angel, their clothes tattered, their tendons severed, the angel’s wings had been pulled out from the roots. The two women were twisted in various degrees.

They had already twisted.

They crawled out from a deep house in the village, their bodies were scarred from rubbing against stones, but they steadfastly crawled toward the fire.

Li Yelai’s expression stiffened, he knew who these people were—victims captured by the village to be used as tools for reproduction.

At that moment, one middle-aged human woman spoke, ”Are you human?”

After a moment of silence, Li Yelai slightly nodded, his voice somewhat hoarse, ”I am Ye Boshou, Night General from No. 3 Border City.”

”See, I told you, in the end, it would be our human fellows who would liberate us.” The woman said to the angel with a smile, ”You Forbidden Zone Creatures really can’t do it...”

”You are twisted and still call humans your fellows?” The female angel sneered before plunging headlong into the flames, letting out a cry of pain yet liberation, dying in the fire.

The other woman spoke, ”Ye Boshou... please don’t mind, those bloodlines that shouldn’t have appeared, we’ve already dealt with them for you. Thank you for leading away all the Servants... allowing us to see the sky once more...”

She then pulled out a bottle of medicine from her bosom, clearly Li Yelai’s lost Jing Family special potion.

She placed the potion on the ground, then crawled towards the sea of flames alongside the other woman.

As the flames engulfed their bodies, they let out relieved laughter. They had endured years of abuse here, their bodies twisted, yet they were still to be used as breeding tools by the village, even death became a luxury. Now, Li Yelai’s appearance finally liberated them.

”Thank you for conducting our funeral.”

”I can finally die...”

Li Yelai silently watched it all.

Eventually, he picked up the potion, collected all the Spiritual Ability Equipment, washed the blood off his body beside the river, and headed towards the Great Snow Mountain.

The fierce fire continued to burn behind him, casting his shadow larger and larger.

The revenge was over, it was time to meet his father. They still had a lot to talk about...

...

Li Qiong felt very tired, very cold, very painful; he wanted to return immediately to his children and his spouse.

But he no longer had the strength, leaning helplessly against the cold wall. Eventually, he succumbed to endless darkness.

However, in that endless darkness, Li Qiong heard the resounding sound of a horn.

The horn sound awakened him from the darkness; as his vision gradually cleared, Li Qiong saw a cave lit by oil lamps and a young man sitting across him.

The young man was also leaning against the wall, wearing thick winter clothes, with a faint smell of blood emanating, holding a black horn in his hand, with several Spiritual Ability Equipment and a broken backpack placed beside him.