Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 88 - 88 88 Instant Kill Di Jiang

88: Chapter 88: Instant Kill Di Jiang 88: Chapter 88: Instant Kill Di Jiang A chilling sensation arose spontaneously, and the woman in white took a deep breath to steady her slightly disordered breath.

Her mind flickered rapidly with all the knowledge of ancient legends about Di Jiang.

In less time than a flash, the sword tip in her hand shot up.

The elongated sword body pointed straight to the sky, as if to pierce the heavens with a brilliant arc.

The bright white sword light shone dazzlingly on the Snow Sword, illuminating the entire Abyss.

The sword light spread like a wildfire, igniting a burst of sword radiance!

Followed by another burst of sword light!

Hundreds of bursts!

Thousands!

Tens of thousands!

Millions!

As if endlessly charging upwards!

Yet it carried not a hint of offensive force, resembling countless sword bones of bamboo, propping up against the huge ice wall above Yin Baishuang’s head.

Her reaction was incredibly swift.

Almost in the same instant, Di Jiang’s body, as red as a volcano, along with the Demon Fire tornado, stomped down upon the giant ice wall as if to shatter mountains and rivers.

And behind Di Jiang’s massive body, beneath the swollen flesh that had burst open, a pair of gigantic grey-white wings unfurled, darkening the sky.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!!!

Terrifying cracks spread rapidly.

“Puh!” Yin Baishuang, sustaining the ice wall with her Spiritual Power, spat out another mouthful of blood, and her frail body heavily knelt on one knee upon the Han Zhi Sword.

And the Han Zhi Sword beneath her trembled and buzzed incessantly, voicing its inability to bear the burden.

Xiao Se’s gaze grew heavy as he ascended to the base of the giant ice wall, hovering amidst thousands of sword lights, extending his palms to prop up the collapsing ice wall.

His attributes were naturally opposing to Yin Baishuang’s.

Not daring to use his own Fire Attribute power within him, he dispersed the operation of the Fire Scripture within his body and held the rapidly falling ice wall in place with his pure Spiritual Power.

At such a critical junction, Xiao Se couldn’t help but glance back at the woman in white not far behind him, unable to hide his admiration for her responsiveness.

If her sword had been a fraction slower, Di Jiang’s fierce stomp would have likely smashed Yin Baishuang and the hundred-meter ice wall into powder!

The woman in white rushed forward, guarding Yin Baishuang carefully behind her.

Her voice, listless and low, uttered, “Xiao Se, take the young mistress and leave first!”

The space here was locked down by the Stacking Technique Array, making it impossible to leave through Void Transfer.

But with Xiao Se’s power from the Fire Scripture, it was possible to forcibly break open a corner of the Array and take Yin Baishuang away from this place.

The Snow Sword can be broken!

The Fire Scripture can burn!

But Yin Baishuang—must not die!

“Regrettably, none of the three of you can escape today!” Di Jiang articulated in human speech, the voice humming heavily, shaking the seas!

As its words fell, the three wings behind its body stretched to the extremes, each feather igniting Demon Flame.

On the back of Di Jiang’s huge red feet, bulging veins erupted like serpents.

The tornado behind it, now fueled by the Demon Fire on its wings, surged toward them like waves.

The ice wall a hundred meters back shattered and melted rapidly into mist.

Even with thousands of sword lights beneath it, it was in vain.

A thunderous boom resounded!

The fragmented sword lights scattered in a colorful display!

The red and burning tornado swept down onto the three below as if it had the power to set the entire ocean ablaze.

Yin Baishuang knelt on the Han Zhi Sword, her lashes deeply lowered.

Amidst the violent demonic winds and flames, her crimson attire seemed unable to reflect a single trace of warmth.

Beneath her wide crimson sleeves, she opened her palm.

An ancient light appeared in her hand, coalescing into a Four Symbols Eight Trigrams Seal.

The Dharma Seal revolved continuously, with an exceedingly bright light locking onto the elder, Yin trigram, positioned in the north – the place of palaces and the abode of Xuanwu.

Her jet-black hair whipped wildly in the furious wind, the strands crystallizing into frost.

However, before she could raise her hand bearing the Seal of the Palace, the surging Demon Fire tornado, in an instant, seemed to freeze in place as if the space itself was locked, stopping its swirling descent.

The electrifying flames within stood motionless.

And Di Jiang’s domineering body—just moments before having crushed the hundred meters of ice and ten million sword lights—now found itself abruptly slapped away and plunged into the sea, raising waves thousands of meters high.

Yin Baishuang’s gaze lifted slightly, and the hand she had just raised quietly withdrew back into her sleeves.

Before the frozen vortex of Demon Flame, a blood-clad figure stood suspended in midair.

With the appearance of the blood-clad figure, the atmosphere between heaven and earth turned into a maelstrom of chaotic Spiritual Power.

A blood-red robe fluttered wildly in the wind, and the beads on the crown binding her jet-black hair clashed with a crisp sound.

A pair of compelling, narrow fox-like eyes glinted with an eerie crimson light.

She stood between the firelight and the darkness, her pale face revealing contempt for all creatures as if they were but blades of grass.

“Dirty bugs from the Demon Sect, since when did they dare hop around causing trouble in my domain!” Her thin lips tinged with blood moved coldly, and her crimson eyes looked down disdainfully at the man in the darkness, her face cold as frost.

From within the hooded black cloak came a sigh.

Confronted by her penetrating gaze, he took a small step back, as if weary, seeking comfort in the shadows of darkness.

“This really is… beyond words; I didn’t expect your majesty to personally protect these disciples from the Righteous Immortal Sects.”

Boiling sea water surged, and the three wings emerged from the ocean like dragons taking to the sky.

Before Di Jiang’s imposing body could fully emerge from the surface, the woman in the blood gown scoffed disdainfully.

With a gentle gather of her wide sleeves towards the Demon Fire tornado behind her, she effortlessly drew all the dark clouds into her robe.

“Here, have it back.”

With a cold smile, she danced her robe again towards Di Jiang above the ocean’s surface!

The vanished whirlwind of Demon Flame reappeared, its might overwhelming and falling like a meteor directly towards Di Jiang.

Di Jiang, hit squarely in the face, was once again blasted into the sea.

Beneath the sweep of the Demon Fire cloud, a deep whirlpool formed over the vast crimson sea, unable to close for a long time.

One could vaguely see within the whirlpool, Di Jiang’s wings burned and twisted into ash, even their screams completely swallowed by the waves and tides.

Seeing this, the man in the black cloak didn’t utter any more nonsense and hastily retreated back, merging into the darkness with the giant black egg he held, his destination unknown.

Xiao Se stood on the Fire Bird, his eyes blazing with fury, “We must not let this person escape!”

The woman in the blood gown sneered mockingly, “Are you ordering me to go after him?”

Her domineering eyes were piercingly sharp.

Under Xiao Se’s feet, the Fire Bird stiffened, his face twitched, his spine tingling, and he found himself unable to utter a word.

This woman!

Too strong!