Gourmet of Another World

The wind was beginning to gust in the vast battlefield that fronted the city, kicking up dust and sand.

As the shield gradually disappeared, the Nether Prison experts’ surging auras finally appeared in the sky together with numerous battleships, which were spewing with energy as they waited to unleash their strongest attack and destroy Earth Prison. Experts could be seen standing on every ship, armored and high-spirited. They were the vanguard.

Dom! Dom! Dom!

A war drum was sounded. In one of the battleships, a bare-chested burly man was beating a huge bronze drum with a great hammer. Whenever he struck, the drum boomed like thunder. The sound was deafening, and yet it made one’s blood boil. That was the effect of a war drum.

Standing on the bows of the battleships, the experts’ eyes were bright, and their auras were imposing.

“Charge!”

Battle cries rang out suddenly, and they immediately jumped out of the ships, turning into beams of light and rushing toward the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As every expert of the vanguard landed, the ground collapsed and caved in, while cracks spread continuously in all directions.

On the walls of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, the Earth Prison experts were tense. They would not admit defeat when facing the Nether Prison vanguard.

Prison Overlord Luo Ji’s pink hair was waving. She was clad in a black suit of armor that perfectly highlighted her curvy figure. Suddenly, a small yellow flag appeared in her hand. She waved it and sent Nether energy into it, causing it to float up into the sky, flashing with a thousand lights. Then, as a rumbling sound rang out of it, the battlefield about thousands of miles wide outside the city responded. In the blink of an eye, an array emerged from under the ground, bursting with light!

The Nether Prison experts rushed into the array like savage monsters, and a rumbling sound rang out. These experts were not weak, and they were all Five or Six-revolution Little Saints. When they rushed into the array, they immediately smashed and fought with it.

In the sky, the war drum of Nether Prison beat louder and faster like a storm that came so suddenly.

Dom! Dom! Dom!

Every beat seemed to strike on one’s heart.

Boom!

Some experts were crushed into pulp by the array, but others managed to resist its attack and were trying to break through it.

Roars and unyielding growls resounded through the sky.

Jin Jiao lifted a foot and stepped on the parapet, fixing his eyes at the vanguard in the array. His muscles were shivering from excitement. When Nether King Tian Cang led the Earth Prison army to attack Nether Prison, he didn’t take part in the battle. He regretted not witnessing the battle fought by Nether King Tian Cang, Earth Prison Dog, and many peerless experts, so this time, he would not be absent again.

Rumble!

An expert finally rushed out of the array, covered in blood. Holding a spear, he approached Imprisoned Dragon Pass.

Jin Jiao roared, then he grabbed a long black iron knife, kicked the parapet, and flew out of the city.

“Die now, you bastard from Nether Prison!” As he cried out, a terrible aura exploded out of him. Holding the knife with both hands, he fell from the sky and landed on the ground, facing the red-eyed Nether Prison expert. The next moment, he thrust the knife and hacked the expert in half. A cloud of blood mist spread through the air.

In the sky, more Nether Prison experts broke through the array. Battleships rumbled as one figure after another jumped off them and landed on the ground, shouting and roaring. For a moment, countless Nether Prison experts rushed into the array.

On the wall of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, Luo Ji’s face turned ghastly pale, and her little yellow flag grew dimmer before it was ripped apart.

The Nether Prison army rushed through the gap that riddled the array and trampled it down like a troop of chivalry with iron hooves.

This was the first wave of Nether Prison’s attack, and the attackers were experts below the Little Saint Realm from the nine clans. They were also the main force of this war!

After Jin Jiao killed the Nether Prison expert with a strike, his eyes shone brightly. He then grabbed the Corpse Ghost Soul Sealing Fan from his back and shook it, turning it into a huge iron fan about several meters high.

He watched as the army charged toward him. Terrible killing intent seemed to have turned into a multicolored great beast over it. His eyes became red as he roared, grabbed the iron fan, and waved it hard.

With a rumbling sound, a tornado appeared, turning into a long dragon and crashing toward the center of the battlefield. As it swept across the land, numerous experts were sucked into it, wailing and shrieking.

All of a sudden, a Nine-revolution Little Saint stepped out of a battleship and floated in midair. Facing the huge tornado, he reached out a hand, then closed and opened his palm. At the gesture, the soil on the ground flew up into the air, clung to the tornado, and wrapped it from bottom to top. Soon, a soil dragon appeared on the battlefield.

A Nether Prison Nine-revolution Little Saint finally struck.

The city gates of Imprisoned Dragon Pass opened with a creak. Behind them, the army that had been waiting burst into battlecries and began to charge, brandishing spears and knives.

Dom! Dom! Dom! Dom!

The war drums kept on beating.

On the wall, eight war drums appeared around the pale-faced Luo Ji, and she danced between them like a fairy. Whenever she struck a drum, a crash that filled one with enthusiasm rang out. At the same time, horns were sounded, echoing to the drum beats.

The armies charged, their cries shaking the skies. In the battlefield that stretched thousands of miles, two armies rushed at each other from either side like two black tides that had just poured out of broken dams, heading toward one another with incredible momentum.

Boom!

The moment the two armies crashed together, it was as if the sky had crumbled and the earth cracked, while the sun gave forth no more of its light and the moon dimmed! The battle broke out in an instant!

The aura of every expert was bursting, and all kinds of means were deployed as they kept bombarding the enemies. The brutal war showed its horror at this moment. Some Nether Prison experts were blown apart, while some Earth Prison experts’ limbs were severed. Bloody mists filled the air as such miserable scenes took place all over the battlefield.

Soon, however, the battle came to a stalemate.

In the sky, an old man with a pale face and a black snake slithering in his sleeve was looking at the battlefield. “It’s time for the experts of my Beastmaster Clan to join the fight,” he said faintly.

The next moment, Nether Prison experts clad in cloaks rushed out of a battleship. There were dozens of them, each wearing a cold and indifferent face. They were all Little Saints. After coming out of the battleship, they fell from the sky, and as they were about to hit the ground, they crushed the jade talismans in their hands.

Deafening bestial roars rang out as terrible-looking savage monsters appeared under them. They landed with booms, crushing the ground. Riding the monsters, the Beastmasters began to charge toward the enemy like a monstrous wave.

No Earth Prison expert on the battlefield could stand up against them. Many were slapped into pulps by the savage monsters, while others had their heads pierced with spears by the experts on the monsters.

The bloody nature of the war was on full display at this moment.

Yin Jiao stood on the wall in his armor. His playful face turned grave as he watched the savage monsters of the Beastmasters join the battle. The next moment, he raised a hand and slapped the wall with it. Suddenly, waves spread from the wall, then numerous deep black holes appeared over it.

“Fallen God Crossbows… Fire!”

Yin Jiao stood on the wall, his silver horn reflecting the light. As his voice rang out, strange waves appeared in those black holes. The next moment, sharp whistling sounds echoed as huge black bolts shot out of them, ripping through the air and crumbling the void, all heading toward the troop of savage monsters.

Roar!

A savage monster slapped the ground with its claws and stood up on two hind legs. Suddenly, a huge black bolt approached, went into its chest, and continued to pierce the Beastmaster on its back. Blood spurted from them both and flowed across the ground like a river. With a rumble, the monster crashed down and was pushed back a great distance.

More bolts came flying over and pierced the Beastmasters’ savage monsters, who had been rampaging in the battlefield.

“How presumptuous!”

In the battleship, the Nine-revolution Little Saint of the Beastmaster Clan flew into a rage at the sight, and he pushed to his feet and flew into the battlefield.

On the wall of Imprisoned Dragon Pass, a Peaked Nine-revolution Little Saint from an aristocratic family also boiled with rage. He pointed a finger at the enemy, cursing, before rushing out to fight the Beastmaster.

A violent fight broke out instantly. The clash between two Nine-revolution Little Saints was one that could not be underestimated!

The war turned white-hot at this moment. The armies clashed, showering each other with deadly attacks, while top experts fought one another.

The battle between Nether Prison and Earth Prison broke out in a flash.

Rumble!

A Great Saint could not hold back any longer. He was a One-revolution Great Saint from Nether Prison. As soon as he struck, the air filled with a different kind of pressure. Terrible Will of the Great Path rocked in the sky, filling the Earth Prison experts’ hearts with terror, while the experts on the city walls felt their hearts sink.

Their worst fears had come true. A Nether Prison Great Saint joined the battle. Earth Prison’s Great Saints were much weaker than Nether Prison’s, so if Great Saints were involved in the war, Earth Prison was doomed.

Some experts from different aristocratic families turned deathly pale, while some clenched their teeth and pulled out steaming Fortune Flatbreads, getting ready to fight with their lives.

Suddenly, a loud explosion rang out in the sky as two figures arrived in a flash.

“Do you really think there’s no one in Earth Prison who can stand up against you?!”

A loud cry thundered as Nether King Er Ha walked over in midair. He was clad in the black Nether King Armor, and a plume of Nether energy rose from him, turning into a dragon that wheeled and roared in the sky. In his hand, he clasped the Nether King Halberd, which he swung fiercely. At this moment, he looked like a god who descended from heaven.

As he swung the halberd, a crescent-shaped light shot out of it and hit the Nether Prison One-revolution Great Saint, knocking him backward.

At this moment, Er Ha’s small world emerged. It was a majestic world that illuminated the sky, and the churning Will of the Great Path inside completely suppressed the One-revolution Great Saint’s Will of the Great Path.

Rumble!

The Nether Prison Great Saint flew backward, coughing blood.

Er Ha was wearing a full helm. His eyes were cold as he clasped the halberd with a towering aura. Raising his head, he glanced at the battleships floating in the sky with a domineering look on his face and pointed the halberd at them.

The Sword Demon Patriarch was cold and indifferent. Standing on the silver sword, he looked into the distance at Imprisoned Dragon Pass as if he was searching for something.

“I want all Great Saints below Three-revolution to strike and kill that fellow for me,” he said lightly, his voice spreading and ringing through the skies.

The next moment, eight figures stepped out of the battleships. Eight Great Saints made their appearances at the same time, and their auras joined and swept out like a monster wave.

Er Ha narrowed his eyes. The only thing that Earth Prison was inferior to Nether Prison was the number of Great Saints. At an order, Nether Prison was able to send out eight One and Two-revolution Great Saints, while he was the only Great Saint from Earth Prison.

On the wall, the Little Saints of various aristocratic families exchanged glances and gnashed their teeth. Then, many of them pulled out steaming Fortune Flatbreads.

Crunch! Crunch!

They all bit into their flatbreads. Wisps of fortune gas went into them, and the auras of the Nine-revolution Little Saints who ate the flatbread all began to change.

…

In front of Yellow Spring Little Restaurant, Bu Fang narrowed his eyes and curled up in a chair. A cold wind was blowing, and the sky of Earth Prison was enveloped in darkness.

Nethery was holding Foxy, and she seemed somewhat restless. Suddenly, the little fox jumped out of her arms and landed in Bu Fang’s arms.

Bu Fang opened his sleepy eyes, looked over his shoulder in puzzlement, and saw Nethery staring at him bitterly. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said lightly, “You can go if you want…” He knew what she wanted just by looking at her.

Nethery’s black eyes flashed instantly. Then, the Netherworld Ship crashed through the void and appeared. She gave Bu Fang a look before jumping into the ship and sitting on the prow. Her long hair waved in the wind, framing her beautiful cold face.

After all, Earth Prison was her home, and it was her bounden duty to guard her home.

Bu Fang slowly got up from the chair. As he stroked Foxy’s soft hair and watched the Netherworld Ship depart, he fell silent. After that, he turned, walked into the kitchen, and took out a clay pot and a dried pot.