Chapter 121: The Boundaries of Desperate Hatred

“Stop, Old Fu…” Fu Jian’s sudden attack caused a shift in Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s expression, who had remained calm and composed even when facing an Emperor-level Evil God. Such a being was beyond the reach of ordinary firearms; this kind of attack wouldn’t kill him—it would only enrage him.

But it was already too late. The Emperor-level Evil God’s amused smile quietly vanished, and his blood-red eyes brimmed with murderous intent. “Looking for death, you worthless pest.”

With a barely perceptible flash of invisible energy, under the stunned gazes of Zhuang Xiaoyuan and Wen Hui who had no time to react, Fu Jian’s head exploded with a sudden *pop*. This was… a psychic attack, a distinctive method of assault wielded by Evil Gods of Emperor rank or higher.

“Old Fu…” Bloodshot eyes blazing with renewed hatred, Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s heart ignited with a furious blaze. “You bastard, die!”

Consumed by rage, Zhuang Xiaoyuan disregarded Huaze’s position and the strategic advantage of using her support abilities. All she wanted now was to vent the raging fire of hatred burning within her.

Opening her mouth, powerful sound waves burst forth, carrying a force that vibrated the very air, crashing toward the Emperor-level Evil God. Audio tubes erupted from the ground, encircling the Evil God. The assault was no longer just frontal; with the emergence of these tubes, the sound waves bombarded him from all directions.

“Hahaha, this is it! Truly an interesting power. Not only can you control lower-ranked demons, but you also possess such offensive strength. I’m beginning to like you more and more.” The Emperor-level Evil God crossed his arms, unmoving. A circular shield manifested around him, deflecting the onslaught from Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s sound waves coming from every angle.

“Blazing Flame Slash.” Huaze suddenly broke through the twin King-level Evil Gods’ siege and appeared behind the Emperor-level Evil God. The fiery greatsword in his hands blazed with even brighter flames as he struck from behind.

In theory, Huaze’s divine rank corresponded to that of the Emperor-level Evil God, making him the only one present capable of confronting such a foe. However…

“Don’t come to disturb me. Get lost.” With an expressionless turn of his head, the Emperor-level Evil God cast a dark glare at Huaze, who was attacking him. A surge of psychic energy erupted, causing Huaze’s mind to blank instantly. Without his control, the flames on the greatsword vanished abruptly. What followed was a brutal kick.

“Ah, cough~” The Evil God’s right leg, laden with tremendous force, shattered Huaze’s dimming flame armor and struck his abdomen. A mouthful of blood spewed out as Huaze was kicked far toward the burrowing-level demon. “Deal with him properly, Black Beast.”

“Ah-ow~” The burrowing-level demon, slaughtering the remaining humans behind the convoy, roared in response to the command and immediately turned to charge at Huaze.

“Opportunity! Hurricane Fury Howl.” Seizing the moment when the Emperor-level Evil God was distracted by his attack on Huaze, Wen Hui descended from above under the cover of sound waves. Her hurricane spinning spear thrust toward the Evil God as she unleashed her ultimate finisher. A vibrant emerald storm swirled around her, ready to erupt at any moment.

“How naive, Little White Rabbit Number Two. Let’s start with you.” A mocking smile curled the Evil God’s lips as he turned toward Wen Hui. His right hand moved forward, seemingly defenselessly, to meet her attack. Despite the rank difference, this was recklessly confident. Could he also possess a rank suppression ability?

“Wh-” The powerful attack suddenly halted. Wen Hui’s hurricane spear was forced to stop just centimeters from the Evil God’s right palm. A crimson crystal, resembling the core crystal within an evil demon’s body, blocked her strike.

“Freeze, and become my trophy.” Wearing a look of intoxicated pleasure, the Evil God admired the sudden change in Wen Hui’s expression. The red crystal in his hand began to spread over her hurricane spear, rapidly enveloping Wen Hui herself. Within milliseconds, she was encased entirely, even the emerald winds swirling around her seemed to solidify, frozen within the crimson crystal.

“Wen Hui, ah~” From Huaze being flung away to Wen Hui’s freezing, these few seconds made Zhuang Xiaoyuan fully realize the horrifying, overwhelming power of the Emperor-level Evil God crushing them.

A deep despair surged within Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s heart, mingled with hatred for the demons responsible for Wen Hui’s uncertain fate, Fu Jian’s death, the fall of Maple City, and the countless human casualties. Despair, hatred, sorrow, guilt—all the negative emotions welled up from the depths of her soul.

Unseen by anyone, at the very core of Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s nebula vortex, the black darkness began to stir. Dense, black negative energy emerged from the center, rapidly engulfing the entire nebula vortex. What had once been a brilliant golden nebula was swiftly swallowed by darkness, as if plunged into an eternal night of apocalypse.

The heavy darkness spread beyond the vortex, causing a black glow to radiate from Zhuang Xiaoyuan’s body. The transformation of Youxiao Meijiu was also tainted by this darkness, beginning to shift.

Her once bright yellow light dress dimmed quickly, turning into a deep blue gown emitting a dark glow. The radiant crescent moon ornament atop her head blackened, white lilies turned pitch black, and her violet-silver hair transformed into pure white, creating a stark contrast with the dark attire. The despair and sadness vanished from her face, replaced by a dangerous, alluring smile that entranced and captivated.

“How bold, daring to lay hands on my prey. Take your filthy hands off.” Her silver eyes, now transformed, narrowed slightly, gleaming with a perilous light. Facing the frozen Wen Hui and the Emperor-level Evil God, Zhuang Xiaoyuan shouted without mercy.

Her reprimanding words turned into waves of sonic energy, reaching the Evil God’s ears. This time, her voice carried irresistible allure, causing the Evil God to halt his next move. Though the pause lasted less than a second, it was enough—what followed was a sonic attack exponentially stronger than before, blasting the Evil God away.

“So that’s how it’s structured, just right.” With a gentle push of her feet, Zhuang Xiaoyuan floated to Wen Hui’s side. Placing her right hand on the crimson crystal encasing Wen Hui, a faint smile appeared on her face. As she discerned the crystal’s composition, it dissolved into energy and was absorbed into her body. With the influx of this energy, the darkness within Zhuang Xiaoyuan deepened even further.