Abyssal Chronicles

Crack...

As Heinotim's body shattered and dissolved, the emerald spiritual energy field covering the heavens and earth crumbled with it.

The lingering traces of Heinotim's presence were instantly swallowed by the dark, greedy shadow power.

After the clash, the battlefield's atmosphere turned unnaturally heavy.

The scene of Heinotim's dissolution was quickly witnessed by everyone and spread across the entire battlefield.

Meanwhile, the black-haired girl who had fought him for so long still floated in the center of the battlefield. Half her body was destroyed, flesh and blood mangled, yet she showed no pain. Instead, she radiated a twisted kind of joy.

At this moment, Momo had taken the full brunt of Heinotim's ultimate attack. One side of her body was nearly completely destroyed, blood flowing freely, the wound showing bone and torn flesh. But she didn't care at all. Instead, she dipped her finger in her own blood and smeared it across her broken body, her lips curling into a frenzied, savage smile.

"Haha!! Hahahaha!!! Hahahahahaha!!!"

Feeling the endless pain streaming from her wounds, Momo's eyes blazed with madness and ecstasy, as if she'd sunk into some kind of sick pleasure. She laughed maniacally in all directions. What should have been a melodious voice now sounded grotesque and bone-chilling, cold and terrifying as a nightmare.

Along with the girl's wild laughter came the terrifying pressure of shadow power. Though Heinotim's sacrificial attack had significantly weakened Momo's aura, it was still beyond what ordinary people could resist.

The moment the remaining Coalition soldiers felt this presence and heard that crazed laughter, they lost all hope. Smiles that had been on their faces a second ago froze in place, their eyes turning hollow, as if they'd been sucked into a swamp of despair.

After all, if Heinotim—whose aura had expanded to such incredible levels—couldn't defeat this Abyssal Lord, then they had no chance at all.

Being infected by shadow power or devoured by abyssal demons seemed to be their only fate.

On the other side, sensing their master's violent aura, the demon horde let out excited shrieks in unison, as if celebrating Momo's victory.

However, Youlan, Pipi, and Kalina all looked rather awkward.

"Why is Mother laughing so crazily? Did she get hit in the head and break her brain?"

"Great, Mom's gone silly again..."

"Pipi."

"What is it, Sister Youlan?"

"You have no right to talk about Mother..."

"Huh??"

...

Meanwhile, seemingly oblivious to her children's pitying looks, Momo finished her wild laughter and looked up at the bloody sky with deep emotion.

If anyone had been watching, they would have been shocked to discover that this Abyssal Lord, who had been severely wounded just moments before, showed no pain on her beautiful face. Instead, a flush of excitement colored her cheeks.

She looked completely blissful, her entire body trembling continuously.

Of course, she wasn't trembling from pain, but from excitement.

"So gooooood~ such an amazing feeling~~. It's been so long since I felt this comfortable~~"

With that, Momo glanced sideways, turning her gaze toward the distance—the spot where Heinotim had been standing before his soul was scattered. At this moment, this typically arrogant Abyssal Lord put away her previous contempt, and for the first time, approval flickered in her eyes.

"Hehe, not bad, you bastard... really not bad... You actually managed to shatter my attack and wound me? Ha, hahaha! Truly impressive~"

...

Regarding Momo's sentiment, Yumo, who was watching everything from within the consciousness space, nodded with indifference.

"Mm, this Xue Tianao's dad really was pretty badass."

The power that burst forth from burning one hundred percent of his soul could be said to be even more formidable than the combined force of the nine Lv9 powerhouses from before.

Specialized power targeting, temporary immortality, abandoning defense for pure offense—

If it wasn't for the authority of Causal Reversal, forget about herself, even Momo would have been killed, maybe…

This kind of guy who'd risk everything for a mutual kill really was pretty terrifying.

Watching Momo's battered body on the screen, Yumo couldn't help but curl up, feeling a lingering fear.

She wasn't like that masochist Momo—if she took that much damage, she'd probably be screaming in agony.

Thinking about this, Yumo shuddered.

At the same time, Yumo frowned and glared at the screen with disgust at Momo's ecstatic expression.

"Hey, wait a minute, you idiot, you didn't take that hit on purpose, did you?"

Thinking about it carefully, Heinotim's final attack was indeed terrifyingly powerful, but... they didn't need to clash head-on at all! They could have just dodged, and he would have collapsed immediately, right?

Hearing this question, Momo, who was still savoring the sensation, rolled her eyes.

"Just figured that out, dummy."

"You... why would you do that?"

No matter what, Yumo still didn't want her body to be casually abused like this.

"Do you even need to ask? Such a rare, powerful attack—not using my body to take it would be such a waste~"

"You really are a pervert."

Yumo frowned in disgust.

"Since you already took it, why didn't you hit back..."

"He's already gone, what's the point of hitting back? Besides, this kind of rare pain needs to be properly savored."

"Ugh."

Covering her face with her hand, unable to understand Momo's preferences, Yumo could only sigh helplessly. At the same time, she reminded her:

"Then please recover quickly, okay? Haven't you noticed my kids' disgusted looks?"

Yumo's tone was full of urgency.

To this, Momo nodded somewhat impatiently.

"Fine, fine, I know."

Though she loved opposing Yumo, when it came to things Yumo truly cared about, Momo would obediently choose to comply.

As her words fell, the scattered shadow power around them began to flow back into the black-haired girl's body under Momo's conscious control. In the blink of an eye, her battered and grotesque body was restored to its original state, returning to that delectable, tender form.

At the same time, bloody butterflies rapidly gathered, reshaping the damaged black dress back to its perfect condition.

Then, surrounded by crimson blood light, Momo released her battle state and slowly returned to the ground.

After glancing at the Coalition forces being continuously devoured by the demon horde, Momo turned her gaze to the distance.

"So next... hm?!!"

However, just as Momo and Yumo in the consciousness space were about to plan their next step, another unexpected aura suddenly entered Momo's perception field, causing her brow to furrow immediately.

"What the f@ck?"

Having been severely wounded by Heinotim's ultimate technique and not yet fully recovered, Momo couldn't react in time.

Crack!!

The next moment, accompanied by the shattering of space, a blood-soaked gray-haired man with only half his body left tore through space and appeared behind Momo!

It was none other than the Sword Spirit Clan's Holy Lord Yaohuaba, who had been held back by Pierre earlier.

Staring at the black-haired girl's completely unguarded back, Yaohuaba immediately revealed a savage, terrifying smile.

Heinotim...

I have to say, I really need to thank you!

Your sacrifice wasn't in vain!!

"DIIIIIIIIIIE!!!"

With a ghostly shriek, Yaohuaba raised the demon sword in his hand that radiating ominous and oppressive energy and thrust it viciously toward the black-haired girl's neck...