noffsinger Chapter 4849
Chapter 4849
“Ahhhh——!!”
The fire demon's screams tore through the heavens and earth, echoing amidst the flames.
Zhang Yi extended his left hand and gently pressed it against the fire ghost's chest.
The runes on the chains flashed, and the smart devices and communication modules on his body instantly exploded.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
Zhang Yi's tone was as calm as if he were stating a fact.
Because a living tongue still has its uses.
He turned around and looked at Zhuque, Xuanwu, and Tu Yunlie, who were speechless with shock.
"You guys go back."
He spoke in a nonchalant tone, as if the battle that had just taken place was nothing to mention.
"I'll handle the rest as I see fit."
"We'll see what happens"—this phrase carries multiple meanings, implying that Zhang Yi won't stop here and will definitely make bigger moves later.
However, none of them dared to ask any more questions, as Zhang Yi's performance today had completely shocked them.
They could only look up at the back of this transcendent being and trace his footsteps.
……
At the edge of the inferno, Zhang Yi's silhouette was fluttering in the evening breeze, his clothes moving silently.
The flames in the world died out at his feet, leaving only embers whispering in the wind.
At that moment, everyone understood—
The war was over the moment he appeared.
The fire demon was bound by the divine chains, and its entire form had been reduced to its original state.
His body was charred black; the blazing flames had long since died down, leaving only embers shimmering on his skin.
Zhang Yi grabbed him by the neck, dragging him back to Tianhai Fortress like a giant, flaming serpent that had lost its dignity.
Inside the fortress, the light was warm.
Yang Xinxin had been stationed at Tianhai Fortress for less than five minutes when Zhang Yi returned.
Seeing the human pig he was carrying, she blinked and asked with a faint smile, "This is a warrior of the Zhurong clan? A very interesting life form, able to survive in magma."
"No wonder some people say that the Creator likes to roll dice! Even the creation of life is so casual."
"Whatever, this thing has already appeared, and it's right here on Huaxu Kingdom's territory. So we need to find out more about this tribe!"
Zhang Yi let go of her hand.
"Let's give it a try. If it's a troublesome race, we'll prepare to flee and head to the Uluan Empire's stronghold."
"If that race's strength is just average... hehe."
Zhang Yi sneered, his eyes filled with icy coldness.
"They're about to be in big trouble!"
Fire Demon was thrown heavily to the ground by Zhang Yi. The divine chains, as if alive, meandered and bound him firmly to the ground. The sharp hooks pierced through his body, not killing him, but rendering him unable to move or even commit suicide.
The inscriptions on the chains shimmered with a pale silver light, like a prohibition from the depths of the universe, even the fluctuations of energy were stilled.
Fire Ghost raised his head, a trace of stubbornness still lingering in his eyes.
"Six generations... do you think capturing me will change anything? The flames of our Zhurong clan will burn down the entire land—"
"Falling Puppet."
Yang Xinxin gently raised her hand, too lazy to waste any more words with him. At this moment, in her eyes, the Fire Ghost was nothing more than a brain knowledge bank.
A colossal Fallen Golem appeared within the black mist, its Judgment Longbow drawn, and a crimson light suddenly flashed, condensing from its palm into an extremely thin "arrow".
The arrow was entirely composed of pink and deep red, resembling liquid lust or invisible threads of the soul.
Before the fire demon could understand what was happening, the arrow had already silently pierced his chest.
"what--"
He shuddered suddenly, but quickly became bewildered, because there was no pain, only that something deep within his heart had been quietly changed.
His pupils contracted violently, slowly being stained by the deep red light.
His consciousness collapsed and then reassembled in an instant.
Yang Xinxin stared at him silently, her expression as cold as a god.
The "arrow of lust" can seize the most core "autonomous will" of the soul, turning it into a puppet.