Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon!

"You... despicable..."

Pointing at Su Jie, Du Shaochang's pupils dilated, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something more, but his body no longer allowed him to do so.

Before he could finish a complete sentence, the last vestige of life in his body dissipated, his life force severed, like a wing-clipped eagle plummeting from the sky to the ground.

"Despicable, eh! For a demon cultivator, that should be considered a compliment."

A slight curve formed on Su Jie's lips as the swarm of insects carried Du Shaochang's corpse towards him.

"No!"

Having witnessed Du Shaochang's fall, Mo Shiyao's clear eyes stared blankly ahead, her body completely still, tears already blurring her vision.

"Return Brother Du to me."

After snapping back to reality, Mo Shiyao embraced her ancient zither and began strumming with both hands, sending out mysterious heavenly sounds that transformed into divine weapons, attempting to retrieve Du Shaochang's body.

"If you want to take back the body, first see if you can get past the swarm of insects."

Su Jie issued a challenge like a true villain, while swallowing an elixir to restore his depleted spiritual power and orchestrating the swarm to block the divine weapons of Miao Yin.

Humm, humm!

The human-faced moths formed a sparse swarm, the White Bone Sky Slaying Sword whistled through the air, and only a few thousand Yin Souls remained, unable to even conjure a Blood River.

While Du Shaochang had been eliminated, Su Jie's forces had also suffered greatly; now, only the thousand-hand centipede retained its formidable combat strength.

Decisively, Mo Shiyao attacked, sending one divine weapon after another flying towards her target.

The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword went to meet the assault, flying straight towards Mo Shiyao, while the Yin Souls enveloped each of the divine weapons.

Clang!

The sound of the zither rose in waves, the reverberations forming a bell-shaped dome above Mo Shiyao's head.

The White Bone Sky Slaying Sword plunged into the surface of the bell, half its tip piercing through, its sharp sword qi leaking out, causing a trickle of blood to appear in the center of Mo Shiyao's brow, almost penetrating her head.

It was evident that from her earlier clash with Ning Xinyue, her body had been severely overdrawn; she had not yet recovered.

"Maid Ning, go!"

Su Jie called out to Ning Xinyue, all the while dividing his attention to deal with the Miao Yin Divine Weapons.

"Always bossing me around."

Ning Xinyue puffed her cheeks in frustration, but despite her words, she still made her move.

With one handprint, Ning Xinyue unleashed the Five Elements Demon Suppressing Handprint.

A three-foot wide handprint, shining with the lustrous light of five-colored glaze, struck the bell, causing several new cracks to appear on its surface.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ning Xinyue's palms produced a rapid series of strikes, as spiritual power surged within her. This time, she didn't use the Five Elements Demon Suppressing Handprint but instead summoned the special frosty air from her Xuanyin Body, forming streams of cold frosty air that froze layer upon layer of solid ice on the surface of the bell.

Under the extreme cold, even as Mo Shiyao continued to strum her zither, strengthening the sonic bell, it did no good; more and more cracks appeared on it.

At the same time, Su Jie, riding atop the Thousand-Handed Centipede, approached, ready to deal with this last troublemaker.

Boom!

The immense body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede collided with the sonic bell, acting as the final straw that broke the camel's back; the bell shattered, and beams of light scattered all around.

Mo Shiyao bit her lip fiercely, knowing that the situation was beyond recovery.

If she had the capability, Du Shaochang wouldn't have died just moments earlier, and a two-on-two had already failed, now with only her alone, how could she possibly turn the tables against two?

Whoosh! Clutching her ancient zither, Mo Shiyao's graceful body seemed to transform into a sonic rainbow light, fluttering among the descending pale corpse hands, making her escape.

Crack!

Su Jie turned his head to the side, dodging the flying sonic rainbow light. Numerous terrifying corpse hands, human-faced moths, and flying swords chased after the enemy, following his intent.

Having failed to strike successfully, Mo Shiyao still wanted to play another tune on her ancient stringed instrument.

"Who dares to act so recklessly here?"

Suddenly, a roar came from a distance.

They saw a Demon Fox stepping on the void, rushing over from the horizon.

"Su Jie, I, Mo Shiyao, will not let you go. Sooner or later, I will take your head to pay homage to Brother Du," she vowed.

Finally giving up, Mo Shiyao's exquisitely beautiful face was filled with sparkling teardrops in her eyes, as she looked at Su Jie with immense hatred and resentment. It seemed as though she wanted to deeply engrave his appearance in her memory.

As her words ended, she suddenly broke the strings of the instrument, destroying it, and triggered a wave of light from within. Her body was then swept away by the light wave, drifting far into the distance, disappearing into the dense forest.

"Whew!"

Having let out a sigh of relief after Mo Shiyao's departure, Su Jie collapsed, sitting down on the back of the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

Waves of intense pain radiated through his mind, as if countless steel needles were jabbed into his head.

Relying on the power of the Divine Soul, after unleashing so many bouts of Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder, Su Jie himself was nearing the end of his strength, on the brink of reaching his body's limit.

In addition, due to the depleted Spiritual Power within his body, and the sparse swarm of insects and flying swords left, Mo Shiyao still retained her combat strength. It was impossible for Su Jie to catch up.

Once the battle ended, the Thousand-Handed Centipede landed on the ground with Su Jie and stood by his side vigilantly.

Ning Xinyue ran over and saw the Thousand-Handed Centipede baring its fangs and grimacing, its cold insect eyes staring at her.

"Xiao Qian, I'm here to help with his healing," she said.

Ning Xinyue approached cautiously and finally gained the Thousand-Handed Centipede's approval to come near Su Jie. She took the initiative to take out a Jade Bottle and poured out two elixirs.

"These two Thousand-year-old Jade Marrow Pills are Mid-grade Elixirs. They have excellent healing effects," she explained.

This was the first time Ning Xinyue saw Su Jie in such a weakened state. The pressure Du Shaochang had brought was too strong; his Divine Power was like a vast ocean, and his physique was incredibly powerful. Although Ning Xinyue had awakened her Xuanyin Body, her combat experience was too shallow. If she faced Du Shaochang, she wouldn't be able to talk about winning; escaping successfully would be considered a success.

"It's not poison, is it?" Su Jie said, sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating to recover his chaotic inner breath.

"Hmph, if you don't want it, forget it," Ning Xinyue said, arrogantly lifting her little head.

"I'll trust you this time," he said.

When Su Jie smelled the faint fragrance of the elixirs, his damaged meridians felt like drought-stricken land receiving timely rain, starting to heal.

After making sure, Su Jie took the elixirs and swallowed them.

The effect was quick; the pain in his brain eased a lot, and the damaged meridians were also continuously repairing.

At this moment, there was a disturbance in the sky again, and a Demon Fox descended from above.

Several figures jumped down from the back of the Demon Fox. The leader was Xiao Fengyuan, who Su Jie had met once before, along with several of his companions.

"It's Corpse Hand Man Slaughter Su Jie."

"How did he get into such a state?"

"This whole area looks like it's been bombarded. Just what kind of enemy was he fighting?!"

The Demon Cultivators looked at the severely damaged surroundings. Every few dozen meters, there was a large pit, with smoldering charred earth inside—as if the area had been bombarded by heavy artillery. These were caused by the Purple Cloud Heavenly Thunder.

The dire state of the environment shocked them. What level of confrontation would cause such destruction to the environment?