My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 623 - 622: God and Demon War

Chapter 623: Chapter 622: God and Demon War

The churning dark clouds roiled as two giant red eyes moved behind them, electrical snakes writhing upon the funnel-shaped spiraling clouds, as though judgement day had arrived.

"My power, I can feel my power."

"Quick, kill him, kill him, kill him!!"

"Kill him!!!!"

The vast and grand voices were filled with madness, each character dropping like the sound of muffled thunder. Struck directly, Shao Zifeng’s mind went blank, his vision growing increasingly blurry, a crimson liquid flowing from his nostrils, his body swaying as if he could fall at any moment.

"Roar!"

Seeing Shao Zifeng like this, Qiuqiu instantly erupted, its golden-red vertical pupils staring straight into the night sky, its scale armor fully flared as if it were magma, the fire elements moving swiftly between the gaps in its armor, exploding with strong elemental fluctuations around its body.

The rooftop’s cement layer cracked and crumbled, the surging heatwave forming shockwaves that lifted and spread layers of lime outward.

Beibei and Lingling appeared to Shao Zifeng’s left and right, their vines curling around him and the others who were in a coma, placing them on Jin Chi’s back.

"Wuu~"

Jin Chi let out an anxious cry; although it could not see or hear, the fear ingrained in its DNA made it extremely restless.

Beibei hesitated for a moment, then used its vines to also lift Beibei onto its back, its gentle gaze resting on Shao Zifeng as a soft white glow emanated from its antlers.

"Let’s go!"

A massive surge of spiritual power communicated to Jin Chi’s heart, and it instantly understood the current predicament.

A somewhat sorrowful whale song resonated as Jin Chi’s broad white chiffon fins unfolded, its graceful form soaring into the dark night sky.

"Beibei."

Beibei sat on Jin Chi’s back, extending a small hand toward Beibei, staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought.

Crack!

The night sky shifted dramatically, a purple-red light illuminating through the clouds, outlining their form.

The mad eyes spun wildly, with the sound of thunder rumbling continuously.

"He’s trying to escape, he actually wants to escape."

"Hahaha, too interesting, after thousands of years, the East Huang have become so weak, this is too much fun."

"Having stolen our power, you still wish to flee..."

Boom!

The capricious voice accompanied the sound of rolling thunder as the rolling clouds dipped down, forming a hand large enough to obscure the sky, the fingers spread wide with electrical snakes slithering across them, reaching for the distant white figure disappearing into the night sky.

Just at that moment, a fierce red light burst forth from the rooftop where Qiuqiu was, a dark red column of fire piercing through the giant hand and shooting into the low-hanging clouds. The clouds turned dark red like heated iron, yet the hand remained undamaged.

Lingling, seeing this, pressed down the brim of its hat, a rusty old Tang sword appearing in its right hand, with fingers entwined in a grotesque rose twisting around the handle, then it looked up and revealed one blood-red eye. It vanished in a flash, reappearing right under the palm.

Electric light crawled over the dense cloud palm, Lingling’s figure appearing tiny underneath the giant hand. Its black evening gown violently flapped in the wind, its hands raising the Tang sword above its head, its red eyes glinting with madness.

"Disperse!"

Whoosh!

The Tang sword in its hand, wrapped in ashen particles, slashed down. The moment it cut into the giant palm, the wandering lightning seemed to find an outlet, entwining towards the tip of the sword and surging towards Lingling.

Sizzle—

"Ahh!!!"

Lingling’s entire body was wrapped in electric serpents, her spirit form flickering in and out of visibility as her agonized screams echoed through the night sky.

"Hahaha, this annoying little bug is using our power against us... Hahaha, it’s really too funny."

"Scream, continue screaming, the taste of ’pain’ is truly delicious~"

"It’s so interesting, Donghuang without its protection is just too interesting, I can hardly bear to leave."

"Power, my power..."

"Shut up!"

In the midst of the dark clouds, immense eyes glared down like the gods overseeing the world, or like a self-mumbling madman, devoid of reason and mercy, acting wildly based on his own whims.

Qiuqiu and the little deer exchanged glances, leaping into the air together and flying towards Lingling’s location. Their figures intertwined to dodge the streaking lightning, while streams of Fiery Breath grazed past Lingling’s body and blasted into the palm of the dark clouds but vanished without a trace, as if sinking into the sea.

The Moon Howling Dog and the Golden Pond Flood Dragon watched the scene from a distance, but did not rashly intervene, apparently not believing that they could defeat the owner of the giant hand.

"Roar!"

The continuous attacks were to no avail, as the giant hand kept descending.

Enraged, Qiuqiu’s eyes flamed wildly as it abruptly stopped advancing. Flapping its dragon wings, it let out an earth-shattering roar towards the sky; the rolling dark clouds paused momentarily, and the smooth cloud layer started showing dense protrusions, resembling the bottom of a red-hot iron pan.

Standing on top of a building, Ding Gaozhuo stared blankly at the night sky, his facial expressions changing between fear and excitement.

He was afraid because this might be the last live broadcast of his life, but excited that his life could end in such a highlight.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed up his glasses and faced the camera.

"Good evening to all the viewers. This is a live broadcast from the Imperial City. My name is Ding Gaozhuo, and I’m delighted to meet everyone in this way..." At this point, the Ding Gaozhuo in the video looked up at the sky: "This might be my last report, and I’m happy to have so many viewers with me."

As he spoke, a flaming rock burst from the cloud behind him. Accompanied by a tremendous roaring sound, it plummeted towards the ground, dragging a long trail of flames behind it.

One.

Two.

Soon, the sky above the Imperial City was covered with dozens of flaming boulders, raining down like a meteor shower, casting the entire city in a dark red hue.

The live broadcast room had already surpassed fifty million viewers, but not a single comment was posted; everyone watched this shocking scene through their screens, also paying respect to a journalist.

Boom!

Flame boulders pierced through the giant hand, bringing with them rolling heatwaves as they slammed onto the streets.

The dazzling light burst forth, the ground trembled, and countless towering buildings shattered under the impact, aside from those directly smashed. Within a ten-mile radius, the area was virtually reduced to ruins. (PS: For a clearer picture, a ten-mile radius is approximately 78.5 square kilometers, as compared to the capital’s total area of 16410.54 square kilometers in reality.)

The raging flames surged on the ground, the chaotic streams howling, and sparks shot out from the top, floating into the night sky with the rising hot air, like numerous fireflies dancing under the night, giving the scene an added desolation.

Qiuqiu flapped its weary dragon wings, its form unsteady as if it might plunge from the sky at any moment.

The dark hand had already dissipated, and the red pupils were nowhere to be seen. The little deer carried the weakened Lingling through the air as if the ’Dragon Flame Meteor’ had quelled a massive disaster.

The Golden Pond Flood Dragon and the Moon Howling Dog exchanged glances, then looked up and let out a long dragon cry. Raindrops fell silently from the sky into the endless sea of fire.

Weakly, Lingling lifted her head and gave Qiuqiu a thumbs-up: "Ugly lizard, not bad."

On hearing this, Qiuqiu blinked in surprise, then proudly raised its head, puffing out two streams of hot air from its nostrils, clearly enjoying Lingling’s praise.

"Duke really suffers." Lingling saw its look and revealed a mischievous smile, "Tsk, tsk, to have turned the city into this, we may no longer have a home to return to, and might have to wander the world with us."

Qiuqiu looked down at the ruins below, and his proud little expression vanished in an instant, his face collapsing and even his tail drooping.

"Hehe, those little bugs actually think they’ve won."

"Don’t shatter the little bugs’ illusions, nor make such a disgusting laugh."

"What do you know, villains always laugh like this."

"We’re not villains... ah, the little bugs have found us."

Upon hearing this, Qiuqiu’s body stiffened and hurriedly looked in the direction Lingling had left.

A streak of white flashed through the billowing flames above, Lingling appeared to have lost consciousness, silently plunging into the sea of fire, while standing in mid-air was a figure enveloped in black mist, holding Shao Zifeng high by the neck and quarreling non-stop with itself.

At its side stood a wilted Iron-eating Giant Panda, with a dragon covered in mucus excitedly circling the man and affectionately nuzzling its head against him.

The man lifted his other hand and touched the dragon’s head.

"You did well this time, wait..."

Before he could finish speaking, the red pupils under his black mist flickered, and his hand, shaped like a claw, plunged into the dragon’s head.

"Waste, you’ve only collected the energy of a few hundred people after so long, you waste! Waste!!!"

"I had thought this grand city of the Donghuang clan would yield enough energy... maybe just kill it."

"Hehe, not quite right..." Suddenly the dragon’s body exploded, and the figure in the black mist greedily absorbed the purple-black liquid from its body. After a while, when the dragon had been completely devoured, it let out the last word with reluctant satisfaction, "Huh?"

Then it lifted its head, revealing crimson eyes, and Shao Zifeng’s neck was trapped in its grip, his pale face showing a look of pain. The figure’s neck suddenly stretched long, drawing itself close to Shao Zifeng’s face and inhaling deeply.

"What a delicious taste, pain,..."

"Why only pain... where did my ’Decay’ go."

"My ’Catastrophe’ has also disappeared, where did it go." The man suddenly began to scream madly, his hand shaking Shao Zifeng’s neck violently: "Give it back to me, give me back my ’Catastrophe’!!"

Watching the suffering Shao Zifeng, Lingling could no longer hold back, its hand holding the Tang sword trembled slightly, and the red pupils under the hat brim kept contracting.

"You dare..."

Its figure vanished from the spot, leaving only its cold words in the air.

"Harm him!"

Next moment, it appeared beside the figure shrouded in black mist, raising the Tang sword high. The hand holding the sword was twisted with roses that emitted ash-colored energy particles, spreading towards the blade.

Swish!

The flash of the sword passed, severing the man’s arm that held Shao Zifeng, and without stopping, Lingling intensely embraced Shao Zifeng and moved them far away from the man.

It gently caressed Shao Zifeng’s cheek with its hand, the gaze filled with longing: "Duke..."

Shao Zifeng’s pale face gained a hint of color as he opened his eyes and looked blearily at Lingling: "Lingling, what’s this..."

Whoosh—

A strong gust of wind blew, and the extremely weak Qiuqiu arrived next to him, looking down at Shao Zifeng with a worried face.

Memories in Shao Zifeng’s mind slowly became clear, and he lifted his head to look up at the figure in the void.

"Fiery Breath?"

The constantly bickering figures halted, lifting their heads with crimson eyes to look at Shao Zifeng.

"Hahaha, this little boy from the Donghuang tribe actually knows the name of this great one, hahahahaha."

"Kid, what about me, do you know what I’m called?"

"And me, and me!"

"You all stop quarreling!" The man suddenly roared angrily, his crimson eyes greedily fixating on Lingling: "Decay, it’s my Decay, it’s mine... I must take it back."

"Wait, there is also my ’Annihilation,’ first give me back my ’Annihilation.’"

"Getting back that man’s energy is the key!!"

"No, where is my catastrophe!"

Shao Zifeng watched the self-talking figure, somewhat baffled, as he had just woken up from unconsciousness and was a bit unclear about the situation.

At that moment, the man’s quarreling slowly came to a halt, and he looked maliciously at Shao Zifeng and the others, his body’s black mist beginning to expand: "In that case, let’s do this together!"

Lingling felt a bad premonition surging in her heart and just as she tried to leave, she discovered her body couldn’t move. Qiuqiu and the little deer showed signs of struggle, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t move an inch.

"Hehehe.."

"I told you, don’t laugh so disgustingly!"

The figure, shrouded in the black mist and arguing, appeared beside them, reaching out to grab Shao Zifeng who was held by Lingling.

"Awoo~"

At that moment, an all-white Moon Howling Dog suddenly appeared beside Shao Zifeng, its mouth’s full moon spinning continuously.

But in the next moment, its body too was frozen in place. Fiery Breath pointed with his hand, and the Moon Howling Dog suddenly turned its head, its mouth’s full moon erupting forcefully onto the body of the Golden Pond Flood Dragon in mid-air.

Boom!

As he prepared to continue controlling the Moon Howling Dog to attack, a roar suddenly erupted from the Iron-eating Demon Beast behind him; standing upright, it pounced toward "Fiery Breath."

It opened its arms wide and fiercely hugged "Fiery Breath’s" body, its body continuously flickering with a black and red luster.

Fiery Breath stood motionless, but the red eyes beneath the black mist flickered violently.

"You... why is it you."

"You want to betray us too?"

"Hehehe, kill them, kill them all!"

The Iron-eating Demon Beast remained unmoved, raising its head to let out a low growl at its companions, its eyes full of apology and reminiscence.

Then its body slowly grew larger, the surrounding environment underwent a violent change; thunderous sounds of battle drums echoed between heaven and earth, and countless people armed with axes and swords fought together, blood splashing in all directions.

Shao Zifeng stared dumbfounded at the scene before suddenly thinking of something.

"God and Demon War!"

God and Demon War: A domain-type talent, inheriting the will of the ancient ancestors to construct the God and Demon Battlefield domain. The targets brought into the domain cannot escape or refuse to fight. Once the God and Demon Battlefield is opened, battle ensues till death.

(PS: My keyboard is acting up, it’s missing keystrokes and it’s so annoying)