Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 415 - 243: Springs from the Netherworld on Big Snow Mountain, True Phoenix Appears in Fengdu City

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Death Realm, Northern snowfields.

Amidst the swirling snowstorm, the towering Royal Chariot raced into the distance, pulled by twelve Green Bulls.

Thousands of the Demon Clan followed behind the procession, and suddenly, a figure clad in red dashed forth from the rear.

The lone rider pierced through the storm, arriving before the Royal Chariot, drenched in fresh blood, and knelt respectfully, "Lord Demon King, I beg you to forgive His Majesty’s recklessness!"

"Now, Ji Dang and Li Chonghuan’s armies are pressing on Big Snow Mountain, intending to refine it by force. We implore the Red Lotus Demon King to lend a hand!"

A jade-like hand slowly extended from within the Royal Chariot, gently gesturing, "Kill him!"

With the command issued, dozens of the Demon Clan immediately surrounded the wolf rider and shredded him to pieces.

The monkey didn’t even glance at the mangled remains scattered on the ground outside the Royal Chariot, sitting on the shaft and asking, "Your Majesty, wasn’t it excessive to kill him right away?"

From within the Royal Chariot came a slightly indifferent voice from Hu Yao, "The Snow Wolf Lord is a necessary sacrifice to trade for Feng Qiwu."

"We must give Ji Dang something significant enough to do, so Eldest Brother Taiyi can capture Feng Qiwu at ease."

"Moreover, he also has the Demon Summoning Banner. If he doesn’t die, how can I obtain the Demon Summoning Banner?"

"Everything is a secretly negotiated bargain."

Only then did the monkey smile and nod, flicking the whip, "Let’s go, back to the northwest!"

The snowstorm raged on, leaving behind a corpse, untouched by anyone; in the Death Realm, not even crows existed, so naturally, no one paid attention.

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The Central Plains frontline, during a rare ceasefire.

In the middle of the battlefield stood a high platform, where Xu Yaofeng sat opposite Gulong in his black robe.

Gulong was a man with sharply defined features, the two jet-black dragon horns declaring his noble identity.

Although he didn’t possess the King Gu, he was undeniably a King-level being because of his extremely noble ancient dragon bloodline.

Gulong set aside the cup he’d been holding, "Based on the timing, the execution of the king should have started."

Xu Yaofeng said, "It’s rare for everyone to sit down and have a chat, but it’s also to deal with the demon plague, no shame in that."

Gulong raised his eyes, carefully observing this rival of over twenty years.

"I have already sensed it, the King’s Aura is becoming increasingly intense. In this vast Death Realm, the authority to control a domain must inevitably have a king to wield it."

"Mr. Xu, are you not at all interested in the struggle for kingship?"

Xu Yaofeng laughed heartily, "No need to say more, I have my own destiny."

"Until the opportunity arrives, staying alive is the most important thing."

Gulong heavily slammed down the cup in his hand, chuckling lightly, "Then let us see who is faster, Ji Dang or your Lord Wen."

Big Snow Mountain.

The Death Realm sanctuary of the wolf clan.

At the Snow Wolf Palace halfway up Big Snow Mountain, the Snow Wolf Lord sat on a grand chair made of white fox fur, reaching out to stroke the soft white fox’s fur.

Outside, the wolf riders galloped forth, delivering battlefield reports.

"Report! The messenger sent to request aid from the Red Lotus Demon King has yet to return!"

"Report, at the utmost northern lands, Li Chonghuan’s mighty banner has been spotted. They have used land boats to breach through the millennia-old ice blockade, and have already circled behind our forces!"

"Report! From the south, Ji Dang’s banner has appeared, and the death soldiers under his command have begun to breakthrough our vanguard!"

The Snow Wolf Lord listened, drawing his sword and running a hand along its blade.

"Heh, in the end, it’s just an illusion."

"A Demon King without the collected Demon Summoning Banners is indeed not capable of bearing the Royal Decree of the Lord of the Dead World."

"But it will not end so simply. A king requires a king’s death."

"Dismiss."

A day later, the battle at Big Snow Mountain grew increasingly fierce, with Li Chonghuan and Ji Dang attacking from both sides; the foot of the whole Big Snow Mountain was awash in blood.

Amidst the snowstorm, the Snow Wolf Lord held a yellow skin gourd in his hands, coming to the summit of Big Snow Mountain.

He knelt down, placing the yellow skin gourd at the highest point, "Wielding the sword that splits the sun and moon, able to rend heaven and earth, Wolf God, have you heard your descendants calling!"

"The wolf clan will not be so easily extinguished!"

"If the cost of victory is my life, then I am willing to offer up my life!"

He bowed respectfully, then stood up, slicing open the yellow skin gourd.

The gourd split open, and murky yellow spring water surged forth.

The water gushed continuously, an endless stream, as though planning to engulf the world.

The Snow Wolf Lord revealed a slight smile, "Indeed, the Wolf God will never abandon his followers!"

The Netherworld’s waters rushed, cascading down the mountainside.

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An hour later, Ji Dang inspected the entire army, loudly questioning, "How many have we lost?"

Biyou Dragon Girl replied, "Quite a few were scattered. Now, on our side, three thousand remain, not clear on Li Chonghuan’s side."

Ji Dang was a bit angry, when suddenly the howl of wolves echoed in his ears, over a thousand wolf riders charged through the storm, once more launching an assault with overwhelming momentum.

Where they passed, everything froze.

The cold froze this piece of heaven and earth.

Ji Dang brandished a spear, pointing directly at the charging wolf riders ahead, shouting, "Shen Sha Army, form up!"

"In extreme adversity, the brave win!"

Upon his shoulder, a cicada slowly settled, beginning to sing.

The Shen Sha Army mobilized, the glint of swords forming a forest, figures darting between them, it was as if time was being cut open, leaving behind countless afterimages.

Within the tapestry of countless afterimages, the eight hundred Shen Sha Army at this moment were like a thousand-strong army.

The great battle erupted at once.

Decades or centuries of training, towering talents, at this moment, all transformed into cold blood and corpses.

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