But before the agony could cease, Ye Jingyu’s palm clamped down on her head, and a burst of golden energy erupted, shattering it instantly and obliterating her very form.

At that moment, Liang Xiaoke also dispatched the two Demonic Leopards, his figure arriving at Ye Jingyu’s side.

“How is your injury?” Seeing the massive gash, Liang Xiaoke’s eyes were filled with worry.

“It’s nothing; just need to rest for a bit!” Ye Jingyu shook his head, pulling out a large handful of elixirs from his embrace and stuffing them all into his mouth…

The Tyrant Yuan Force within him surged, completely neutralizing the Illusory Demon’s demonic power. His wound began to mend at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Illusory Demon’s power was far inferior to his, so the resulting injuries naturally wouldn't be too severe. If Ye Jingyu hadn't let his guard down, he wouldn't have been wounded at all.

This was the terror of the Chaos Body—a truly unkillable existence.

“Let’s go!” With the wound on his chest largely healed, Ye Jingyu said to Liang Xiaoke.

“En…” Liang Xiaoke nodded, knowing that failing to rescue Luo Ling’er this time and instead being led on a wild goose chase had thoroughly soured Ye Jingyu’s mood. He was also secretly worried about Luo Ling’er’s safety, so without delay, they turned to retrace their steps.

However, after only a few paces, they discovered that their surroundings were completely different from when they arrived, as if they had been transported to another world.

“What’s happening?” Seeing this situation, both their expressions changed drastically.

At that moment, the clouds in the sky were rapidly gathering into thick masses—piles of purplish-black vapor, a suffocating blanket overhead. A heavy aura descended from the heavens, punctuated by flashes of lightning that struck the ground directly, causing it to fracture…

“Bad, this is the precursor to an incoming Thunderstorm…” Ye Jingyu exclaimed sharply.

Liang Xiaoke’s already pale face turned ashen. This was not something they could withstand.

“Quick, Big Brother, we are trapped within an array boundary! Use all your strength and get out before the Thunderstorm hits!” Having absorbed the Illusory Demon’s memories, Ye Jingyu vaguely knew the name of this place.

As he spoke, he drew the Celestial Venerable Blade from his back, and the Tyrant Yuan Force within him spun madly. He channeled all his power to cleave the void, sending a blinding blade light tearing through the sky, actually ripping the fabric of space apart…

Before Liang Xiaoke could react, Ye Jingyu kicked him sharply in the rear, shoving him through the tear, and Gongsun Lu followed immediately. Just as Ye Jingyu was about to press through after them, a bolt of lightning as thick as a water vat descended from the sky, striking directly in front of him.

In that split second, the rift in the void swiftly vanished, and only the faint sound of Liang Xiaoke’s startled cry could be heard.

Now, the lightning in the sky multiplied, bolts raining down continuously. The thinnest were as thick as thighs, while the thickest resembled cascading waterfalls.

Purple, blue, red, cyan, yellow—lightning of every hue crashed down in a crackling deluge, dense and numerous. The surrounding space warped incessantly, offering Ye Jingyu no chance to escape…

Facing this dense barrage of powerful lightning, Ye Jingyu dodged frantically, but there were simply too many strikes, and their power increased exponentially. Even with his speed, he couldn't evade them all immediately…

Lightning occasionally slammed into him, shredding the clothes on his body until, in a short while, not a single piece of his attire remained intact.

Staring at the continuously gathering thunderclouds and the incessant downpour of lightning, the nearly exhausted Ye Jingyu stood there. There was no sign of defeat on his face, nor a flicker of fear in his eyes; instead, a faint smile played upon his lips.

Though his body was battered, charred, and broken by the strikes, he felt the Thunder Acupoint in his right palm spinning ceaselessly, absorbing a large portion of the lightning that hit him.

Perhaps, he mused, he could use this Thunderstorm to forge the Thunder Elixir? Such a bold notion suddenly occurred to him. To practice martial arts under a Thunderstorm—perhaps he was the only person in history capable of such a feat.

With his decision made, Ye Jingyu sat down cross-legged, one hand resting before his chest, the other pointing toward the sky, the Celestial Venerable Blade plunged into the ground beside him…

With a deafening CRACK, a bolt of purple lightning, thick as a water spout, slammed down directly onto him. An indescribable agony surged through his mind, yet he gritted his teeth against the pain, absorbing the immense thunderous energy. Moreover, the Celestial Venerable Blade beside him had also begun to soak up this dense influx of lightning power…

Meanwhile, Liang Xiaoke, whom he had kicked away, found himself in a bizarre dimension—a place pitch-black without any trace of light. Worrying intensely for Ye Jingyu, Liang Xiaoke was frantic, but he could not locate the opening through which they had entered; his only choice was to move forward.

After walking for an indeterminate time, he arrived at a vast cavern. The rock walls were inlaid with luminous gems, clearly illuminating the entirety of the chasm.

It was a massive underground hollow, large enough for ten football fields. There were no structures or objects within the cavern, only a pool the size of a basketball court in the center. The water in the pool was an eerie, deep blue, covered by layers of black mist floating on the surface.

Liang Xiaoke accidentally kicked a loose stone, sending him tumbling toward the pool. However, the moment the stone touched the black mist, it was completely corroded, vanishing entirely before it could even touch the water’s surface.

Liang Xiaoke froze for a moment upon witnessing this, then an expression of ecstatic delight washed over him. This… this was the Nine Nether Water! The most sinister and vicious water in existence. Even a Martial God, if careless enough to touch a single drop, would have the majority of their flesh corroded. The sheer power of this substance was staggering. Yet, for him, this was the ultimate supreme tonic! He was cultivating by absorbing the corpse and death energies of the world, converting them into Nine Nether Qi. He had cultivated for hundreds of days only to produce a tiny speck of Nine Nether Qi. But here, there was an ocean of Nine Nether Water! If he absorbed it directly, how fast would his cultivation accelerate?

Without wasting a second to question why the Netherworld’s Nine Nether Water would appear in the Demon Realm, Liang Xiaoke threw himself toward the pool…

(Some people mentioned that the Evil God chapters used to be available at seven every day. That was before the Book City underwent maintenance, as there used to be an automatic review process at four in the morning. Now, I often update in the early hours, but the review doesn't happen until the editor arrives at nine. On the 22nd of last month, I updated in the early morning too, but the sync failed until seven in the evening when it finally showed up on phones. What can I do about that? I know the torment of waiting for an update, especially refreshing the page only to find nothing new—it’s frustrating. But what recourse do I have? I’m more anxious than anyone. Every time I finish writing, I wish everyone could read it immediately, just like when you cook a dish and hope people can taste it right away. But this is simply beyond my control! Why am I explaining this? Because I care about you all. If I didn't care, why would I say all this? My royalties are the same whether I update early or late. I always update early for your sake! I’ve spoken to the editor about the update schedule many times, but the website has its rules; even the editor is helpless. If the writing is poor, curse me; I won't argue much. This is my first Xuanhuan novel, and I know many parts are immature, but please stop wrongly accusing me about the update times—I genuinely cannot control them! It is now nine-fifteen; let’s see how long it takes to display after this.)