Chapter 590
Huo Ling’er formed hand seals, unleashing the fire control technique from the *Earth Fire True Scripture*. Crimson-gold earth fire flames condensed in her palms, transforming into dozens of fire snakes that coiled around the surrounding flying lizards.
Earth fire flames were far superior to ordinary flames; the flames spewed by the flying lizards, upon touching them, retreated like subjects before a king. The fire snakes seized the opportunity to burrow into the flying lizards’ bodies, burning them from the inside.
In a short time, dozens of crimson flame flying lizards were wiped out.
“Not bad, Ling’er’s earth fire flames are becoming increasingly refined,” Kai praised.
Huo Ling’er’s pretty face flushed slightly: “I’m still far behind you, Kai.”
“Let’s continue,” said the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord.
The three continued their descent.
Deep within the middle layer of the Earth’s Core Demon Abyss, the temperature had risen to an alarming level.
The surrounding rock walls were no longer simply dark red, but exhibited a near-molten, translucent state, like the slow writhing of a giant beast’s internal organs.
The air was thick with the stench of sulfur, almost tangible, making each breath feel like swallowing flames.
A faint, lingering smell of decay further unsettled the senses, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.
Kai and his companions had just dealt with the seventh wave of fire-poison spiders.
Each spider was the size of a millstone, entirely crimson, its carapace covered in eerie black patterns.
The silk they spit was not only incredibly tough but also contained potent fire poison; once touched, one’s immortal power would be rapidly eroded.
Even Kai had struggled to remove them all.
Now, the three rested briefly on a relatively flat, black platform formed from cooled lava.
Huo Ling’er sat cross-legged, took out a cool, blue pill, and swallowed it, her pale complexion improving slightly.
She wiped the beads of sweat constantly seeping from her forehead; the sweat almost evaporated in the intense heat.
“Kai, ever since just now, I’ve felt… like something is watching us.”
“That feeling… is sticky and very uncomfortable,”
Huo Ling’er said.
The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord didn’t sit down, but instead warily surveyed his surroundings, his three pairs of eyes scanning every corner that might harbor danger.
His heavy demonic body seemed somewhat sluggish under the intense heat. Hearing this, he nodded, his voice low and deep: “I feel the same way.”
“And this aura… I feel like I’ve encountered it somewhere before, cold and greedy, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.”
Kai remained silent.
He stood at the edge of the platform, looking down at the churning, dark red river of lava below, his brow furrowed.
After breaking through to the third rank of the Celestial Immortal Realm, his divine sense underwent a qualitative change. Not only could it cover a wider area, but his perception of energy and aura had also become more acute and refined.
At this moment, he quietly circulated his Chaotic Immortal Power, his divine sense spreading outwards in all directions like countless invisible tentacles,
penetrating every inch of the rock wall, every crack, sensing the subtle fluctuations obscured by the high temperature and chaotic energy.
The roar of flowing magma, the subtle cracking sounds of rocks expanding under intense heat, the occasional howls of unknown beasts emanating from the depths…
he filtered and analyzed countless sounds and energy fluctuations.
Suddenly, his divine sense detected something unusual.
About three hundred feet to his left, behind a seemingly ordinary rock wall, an extremely subtle yet immense and chilling energy was slowly awakening.
He was very familiar with the nature of that energy; it carried a hatred and greed that originated from the depths of his soul. “There really is something…” Kai suddenly opened his eyes.
A sharp, razor-sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes, as if it could pierce through thick layers of rock.
“And…it’s an old acquaintance of ours.”
As soon as he finished speaking, as if to confirm his words,
“Crack…crack crack…”
The rock wall he had locked onto with his divine sense suddenly emitted a strange sound.
The originally hard, dark red rock covered with melting marks now seemed to have come alive, unnaturally writhing and undulating!
The patterns on the rock surface twisted and rearranged, the color deepened, and the outline of facial features quickly appeared.
In a few breaths, a huge, twisted, and ferocious human face grew on the rock wall!
The face almost occupied half of the cliff, with two bottomless black holes in its eye sockets.
At this moment, two eerie green flames suddenly ignited, leaping and flickering like will-o’-the-wisps.
The corners of its mouth stretched into an exaggeratedly eerie arc, revealing jagged teeth, also made of rock.
It was the iconic face of the Soul Devourer!
“Hehehe…”
A piercing laugh, like the scraping of rusty iron or countless sandpaper scraping against one’s ears, emanated from the gigantic maw.
The laughter echoed in the narrow abyss, adding to its sinister and terrifying atmosphere.
“Kai… truly, life is full of unexpected encounters.”
“I didn’t expect to meet you again so soon.”
“It seems even the Heavenly Dao is favoring me, ready to deliver this great gift to my lips.”
Huo Ling’er and the Crimson Cloud Demon Lord instantly felt their hair stand on end, immediately shifting from a state of rest to high alert.
Huo Ling’er drew her crimson longsword, its blade igniting with scorching earth fire.
The Crimson Cloud Demon Lord roared, his demonic body expanding, his ferocious three-headed, six-armed form reappearing.
The demonic weapons in his six hands hummed, demonic energy surging.
Only Kai remained standing, not even drawing his sword.
He merely tilted his head slightly, calmly gazing at the enormous ghostly face on the rock wall with a scrutinizing, even slightly mocking, look.
His gaze didn’t seem to be looking at a demon lord who had struck fear into the hearts of ten thousand years ago, but rather at a mediocre actor’s performance.
“Soul Devourer,” Kai spoke, his voice low but clearly piercing through the grating laughter.
It carried an icy chill: “Your life is indeed a few degrees tougher than a cockroach’s.”
“You fled from the Ninth Heaven like a stray dog to the Tenth Heaven, and then fled here in a panic.”
“What, this hellish place of the Earth’s Core Demon Abyss, where the sun never shines, only lava and poisonous fire, is quite fitting for your status as a ten-thousand-year-old wandering ghost?”
“It seems your taste, like your appearance, is utterly unappealing.”