Chapter 1112: The Sword Demon An Fuqing, Meeting Once Again

The world of Labio had a rounded heaven and square earth.[1] At its center stretched a vast, irregularly shaped continent suspended in the void, its surface cut through by endless mountain ranges and interwoven rivers, with boundless seas surrounding it on every side.

This structure faintly resembled the primeval land of myths and legends from the Blue Planet. At the far edge of the oceans lay the white sea of mist, endless and shrouding the heavens, a place no life below the ancient level could ever approach.

In the southeastern lands where the battle of transcendent beings raged, shaking heaven and earth and involving billions of lives, a blood-colored radiance swept westward across the continent with rapid speed. Where the light passed, everything was crushed to pieces. Towering mountains, endless forests, magnificent Caesar cities, and the tribes of trolls were all ground to dust, leaving behind a river of blood billions of kilometers long.

That day, countless ordinary aliens left behind in the rear were utterly enslaved by terror.

Meanwhile, in another direction beyond the world itself, within the chaotic void where currents roared, a colossal figure loomed, its vast form tugging on the Abyss as both claws stretched forward.

Boom!

Labio trembled. Its solid crystal wall, famed for its durability, was torn open. An immense passage pierced through as endless abyssal demonic qi poured in, carving out a dark-red passage.

Watching the forming world passage, more than a dozen abyssal great demons who had long been waiting revealed savage grins. Behind their monstrous bodies, demonic qi surged and roared. Billions upon billions of abyssal creatures shrieked in unison, their gazes filled with bloodlust and slaughter.

Half an hour later, the passage stabilized, forming a dark-red endlessly rotating vortex hundreds of thousands of kilometers in diameter. Through the hollow center of that vortex, one could faintly glimpse a mountain range formed of a million peaks stretching without end. Upon those towering mountains stood a ferocious silhouette, with a vast blood sea coiling around it.

"Hell Apostle!" Seeing Chen Chu, his body clad in dragon scales, bristling with crimson spikes, horns jutting sharply from his brow, and long hair blazing like scarlet flame behind him, every Abyssal Great Demon’s gaze turned icy cold.

One of them sneered with cruelty. "Courting death. A mere beginning-stage true-spirit-level Hell Apostle dares block the passage?"

The Great Demon lifted its head toward the immense projection of the Abyssal Lord towering in the distance, its tone reverent. "Great Lord Rezafavari, please grant me permission to suppress that Hell Apostle."

The figure, towering like an eternal star, lowered its head slightly. Its dreadful gaze pierced the world passage, swept across the planar battlefield raging billions of kilometers away, and finally settled on Chen Chu. Because he made no attempt to conceal his aura, the Abyssal Lord recognized his realm at first glance.

A Hell Apostle at the beginning stage of the true spirit level has come alone to block the gate of the Abyssal Plane?

After a brief silence, the immense figure slowly said, "Mills, bring me that Hell Apostle’s head. Do not underestimate him. Though his realm is only the beginning of the true spirit level, his strength should be formidable."

Such beings were never fooled by appearances. After all, under normal circumstances, who would dare stand alone against the descent of the Abyss without true power? As for how powerful, they would soon find out.

"Yes, Great Abyssal Lord. I will not be careless." Mills bowed respectfully. On its hideous face covered in fine black scales, its eyes remained utterly calm.

Boom!

From Mills’ body erupted red flames like a nuclear blast, igniting the heavens and earth and driving back the darkness. Within the heart of that fiery sea stood a towering demon one hundred and fifty thousand meters tall, its body sheathed in liquefied flame. The oppressive might radiating from it marked the late stage of the true spirit level.

Within the inferno, tens of millions of fire demons condensed from abyssal bloodfire howled as they circled Mills, the Flame Demon.

Releasing its vassals and revealing its true form, Mills entered its peak state. It moved with thunderous force, and endless flames poured into the passage, surging with boundless might.

In the Baiwan Mountain Range, Chen Chu stood on the blood sea, his body surrounded by scarlet radiance. He silently gazed at the vast dark-red vortex towering between heaven and earth, and the flames spilling outward. At the center of his brow, the Hell’s Eye glowed crimson. Behind him, Hell Power tore open a rift, from which blood light surged forth, colliding with the crimson radiance flooding heaven and earth.

Just as when Hell descended, so too did the Abyssal passage overflow with dreadful power, suppressing the power of heaven and earth all around and smothering everything. This suppression came from the supreme planes themselves. Only power of the same level could resist, such as the principles mastered by primordial lifeforms, the powers of other supreme planes, or the World Force of worlds far mightier than Labio.

Whoosh!

The crimson flames pouring from the passage erupted like a flood, engulfing hundreds of thousands of kilometers in an instant.

Amid that endless inferno, millions of fire demons roared, then knelt before the vortex, as Mills’ monstrous form slowly emerged like a king of flame risen from the Abyss.

Boom!

As an Abyssal Great Demon descended, the dark-red light that had already spread a million kilometers surged once more, suddenly expanding outward by several hundred thousand kilometers. Even the Abyssal Force suppressing Chen Chu grew stronger, its power rising by ten percent.

This was the purpose of the agents of the supreme planes, such as Hell Apostles and Abyssal Great Demons. They were like nodes of power, amplifiers, capable of pulling through and magnifying the power of the supreme planes descending from another spacetime to devour everything.

Mills stood within the abyssal sea of fire. Its chilling, heavy voice echoed through heaven and earth as it slowly said, "I am the Abyssal Great Demon Mills, Hell Apostle—"

Boom!

Before Mills could even finish its opening words, the azure sky collapsed with a deafening roar, forming a black hole a million kilometers across. From within, a war halberd wrapped in blood light slowly emerged, as colossal as a mountain range ten thousand kilometers long. Even before it fell, the power it exuded shook the entire world.

The Abyssal Force flooding heaven and earth boiled like seawater, then crumbled under the pseudo-world-creation-level Eight Desolations Halberd, forming a surging wall of sea stretching for a million kilometers.

Mills, who stood directly before the strike, narrowed its pupils in shock, its face twisting with terror. "No!"

Boom!

The heavens and earth shattered, and the black hole erupted. That domineering halberd obliterated the Baiwan Mountain Range in an instant. The land collapsed across millions of kilometers, while the released energy burst forth like a red supernova. Its blinding radiance illuminated nearly the entire world of Labio, and the destructive shockwaves quaked through space-time, resounding across eternity.

Even when bolstered by the Abyss, Mills, whose late-stage true-spirit-level cultivation was nearly equal to the peak of the true spirit level, was utterly annihilated by that single strike. Such overwhelming might made the faces of all of the Abyssal Demons outside the world change drastically.

Even on the battlefield more than a hundred million kilometers away, every divine king, ancient god, Hell Devil, and Hell Apostle above the ancient level turned their gazes toward that place. They stared at the crimson radiance that lit the world, their eyes filled with horror.

Soon, the red glow dissipated, revealing a region of utter ruin where millions of kilometers of space had collapsed. There stood a terrifying figure, his true form three hundred thousand meters tall, gripping his halberd as he towered over the destruction.

Among the fourteen abyssal great demons outside, the one with the most dreadful aura fixed its icy gaze on Chen Chu. Feeling the oppression emanating from him, a grave look surfaced in its eyes. "This power... Semi-primordial. How is this possible? His realm is only the beginning stage of the true spirit level, yet his strength has reached the semi-primordial level!"

In the eyes of those enormous Abyssal Demons flickered disbelief and fear. It wasn’t only them. Deep within the Abyssal Plane itself, on the high throne, the Abyssal Lord’s cold eyes also gleamed.

As expected, this Hell Apostle’s strength was formidable. Such a freak had to be eradicated. As that thought arose, the Abyssal Lord’s gaze pierced through the world, fixing upon the figure standing in the blood-soaked hell, halberd in hand, with the remains of Mills’s shattered body reduced to mere scraps of flesh at his feet.

At the same time, as the Abyssal Lord and the Lord of Hell, Alvaron, locked gazes...

𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Upon the high dais of the abyssal throne stood a girl. Her long hair streamed like blood, a dark-red sword seal marked her brow, and four longswords rested across her back.

At that moment, faint astonishment flickered in her eyes as she looked across the passage at the chaotic void, where that figure stood upon a blood sea, halberd in hand, suppressing what remained of Mills’ shattered true form. Especially the red war halberd he held, wrapped in blood light, its shape somewhat familiar.

Why is he here?

1. Round heaven and square earth is an ancient Chinese view of the world ☜