Chapter 708
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Thud!
Along with the distinct sound of flesh tearing that stabbed into her ears, the world around the Southern Demon Empress froze.
Only the sensation of a cool blade buried deep in her back remained vividly real.
Why? Who? How?
Distant pain spread, and countless questions flooded her mind.
At the same time, instinct—faster than reason—moved her body. The Southern Demon Empress spun around with lightning speed and thrust out One Palm.
Whoong!
Primordial Qi.
A portion of that unprecedented Internal Energy gathered in her hand and slammed into the collapsing pile of debris.
Kwaaaang!
With a tremendous roar, rubble weighing thousands upon thousands of pounds exploded outward.
And within those flying fragments was the answer to the question the Southern Demon Empress had been asking.
“Keuhuk!”
A figure was swallowed by the blast’s aftermath and flung helplessly back.
One sleeve of his white clothing—stained with blood and dust—hung empty. Blood poured from an irreparable wound in his chest.
Even so… his cold, sunken gaze stayed locked on the Southern Demon Empress until the very end.
Eyes filled with immeasurable anger and regret seemed to tell her without words—
That he had waited a very long time for this moment.
“Baek Sang…!”
The name tore out of her like a scream.
At the same time, she felt wind rip up from behind and her eyes widened.
Shuhwaaaak!
The time stolen by that unexpected strike was only a moment.
But that moment—the blink of an eye—was salvation for someone else and poison to the Southern Demon Empress.
Crack.
Swallowing sticky blood, she twisted and yanked the sword from her back.
Three beings were already there, rushing in like a whirlwind.
Beast Miao King.
The Guardian Spirit.
And Jin Taekyung.
The instant she saw them, the Internal Energy Points inside her—shaken by Baek Sang’s strike—writhed violently.
The flames of mutual destruction, fed by her life itself, flickered like a candle in the wind.
Pain returned in waves. Her vision blurred.
But she couldn’t stop. She mustn’t stop.
Mutual Kill.
With only that single thought, the Southern Demon Empress bared her teeth and reached out.
Toward the three figures already in front of her eyes—toward the enemies who dared obstruct the great work the revered Heavenly Lord sought to accomplish.
Goooooong.
In the slowed world, unprecedented energy flowed from her blood-soaked grip into the sword.
The sword—now in a new master’s hand—fell diagonally.
Shwaaaaaak!
And the Southern Demon Empress saw it.
Three pairs of eyes widening beyond the distorted space.
Green Force Energy surging up like an iron wall, as if to shield everything—
But…
‘It’s over.’
As her soundless murmur vanished, a distant flash swallowed the world.
Hwaaaaaak!
—
It was an explosion no one in this land had ever seen.
Hwaak, gugugung!
Yohee and Muyaho, evacuating survivors with countless beasts.
Thousands of warriors besieging the darkened Inner Palace, brandishing blood-soaked weapons.
Even the tribesmen panting as they ran toward the hill outside the Outer Palace—
All of them saw it and thought of the same word.
Earth-shattering.
That was the only way to describe it.
A distant flash. A violent tremor spreading far beyond the Inner Palace.
Everyone who felt its power froze.
No—they trembled, fear binding even their souls.
“Ah, ah…?”
Groans rose from everywhere, all directed toward one place.
Toward the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace they’d left behind.
Koogung. Koogoogung.
It was collapsing.
Palaces and homes built by their ancestors with blood and sweat over countless years—the place they were born and raised—was about to crumble before their eyes.
What more was there to say?
Thousands upon thousands of dazed stares fixed on the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace.
As if trying to carve the final image of their beloved home—the place they might never return to—into their eyes.
But the despair that had surged up soon turned into hope.
Dreudeudeuk…
The tremors gradually subsided.
The ground, which had seemed ready to swallow the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace whole, stopped moving.
The buildings and palaces that had teetered as if they would fall did not collapse—they only leaned.
An unimaginable disaster.
And the miracle that followed it.
Those who witnessed the unbelievable sight filled with relief and joy.
And the one who had caused the disaster with a mere human body trembled with pain and rage.
“This… this is ridiculous… Kueeeek!”
Dark red blood spilled over her mouth.
In the empty space that had been blown apart—everything within fifty yards shattered and hurled away—the Southern Demon Empress looked around with eyes blazing with Blood Radiance.
A single strike.
A one-time chance.
She didn’t care if she died. She couldn’t return alive, and even if she lived, she would have to endure the rest of her life in this old, ugly form.
But…
She had survived.
She—who should have been swallowed up and blown apart—had survived, disgracefully.
“Baek Sang! You bastard! How dare you!”
Dreudeudeuk!
An Energy Wave erupted with her roar, shaking the space.
Baek Sang’s unexpected attack.
That one sword—wielded with the last of his strength—had twisted everything.
Her Energy Points had tangled for a brief instant, and she hadn’t been able to pour all her Primordial Qi into the strike.
Because of that, she avoided exploding—
But so did “those guys.”
“Cough.”
Koong.
Dozens of yards away, a gray-haired giant coughed up blood mixed with chunks of internal organs.
Countless fragments were embedded across his massive body.
And behind his broad back lay a huge white tiger and a young man, both soaked in blood.
The Southern Demon Empress’s eyes narrowed.
“Yal Chok, you…!”
Bloody phlegm filled her voice.
The Beast Miao King’s figure at the last moment flashed through her mind.
At the last moment—how he had blocked Jin Taekyung without hesitation.
‘Why?’
She couldn’t understand.
Beast Miao King Yal Chok—someone who had earned the prestigious title of Ten Kings in the distant Central Plains—why would he choose that?
And that stinking beast was no different.
‘Why throw away your only life for a mere brat?’
And with that question came conviction.
Jin Taekyung.
She had to kill that bastard no matter what.
The Palace Lord of the Southern Barbarian Beast Palace—no different from a nation’s king—and the White Tiger who possessed a Divine Object had risked their lives for him.
That meant Jin Taekyung was the most dangerous possibility here.
And the Southern Demon Empress still had Primordial Qi she hadn’t yet unleashed.
The last strength gained by burning away her life.
‘Heavenly Lord. Please forgive this disloyal servant who dares defy your will.’
Jeobeok.
She took a heavy step.
At that moment, a sharp sound tore through the air.
Shwik, kwadeuk!
A spear that had flown in from somewhere trembled in the Southern Demon Empress’s grip.
She crushed the steel blade with her bare hand, her eyes blazing with Blood Radiance.
“Do you all want to die?”
The chilling voice was aimed at a middle-aged man standing tall in armor torn to shreds.
But he wasn’t alone.
Tudook. Took.
In the already devastated space, more than a hundred warriors staggered up and planted themselves behind him, gripping swords and spears with trembling hands.
Their bodies were covered in wounds—large and small.
Still, they stood in her path to fulfill the mission given to them.
Cheolbeok.
The middle-aged man picked something from a pool of blood and tied it tightly around his forehead.
He stared at the Southern Demon Empress with calm eyes.
Three letters, impossible to hide even under blood, were written on the old silk.
Hundred Heavens Corps.
That was his answer.
The will of Wang Ho, leader of the Hundred Heavens Corps, and of every surviving member still standing.
And in the next moment—
Swaaaaaaek! Kwaang!
The evil spirit called the Southern Demon Empress surged toward them.
—
Flash. Explosion.
That was the last thing left in my head.
I thought the next time I opened my eyes, everything would be finished.
Either alive.
Or dead.
A battle always ends in one of those two.
But when I forced my eyes open after a short darkness, I realized that thought was only half right.
I had survived.
But the battle wasn’t over yet.
Kwadeudeudeuk!
“Kkeuaaaah!”
“Block it quickly…!”
Seogeok!
“No way!”
As the dullness in my senses peeled away, I saw it.
Blood and limbs thrown into the air.
A body crushed by overwhelming force, reduced to pulp, bouncing away.
Hwooong, kwang!
Tudook.
Blood that burst only a few steps away splattered across my face.
I stared blankly at the warrior who died with a gaping hole punched through his chest.
Then a weak voice reached my ears.
No—Telepathy.
-Human.
Only then did I realize what was supporting my back.
And whose warmth I was leaning against.
And the next moment, as the thick stench of blood filled my nose, I turned my head and went silent.
A massive torso trembling intermittently in a deep pool of blood.
That silver fur that had once seemed almost mystical was soaked through, and blue-white eyes blinked at me with effort.
-You sleep long.
“…What is this.”
-I don’t regret it. Neither does he.
A memory surfaced.
That distant flash washing my vision white.
Green Force Energy and a silver mane blocking my view.
‘Don’t tell me…’
As always, the bad feeling was right.
The moment I turned my head, I saw a huge back.
A man who looked like he’d been dipped in blood, kneeling on one knee—
Beast Miao King Yal Chok was already unconscious.
Fragments were packed across his body like needles.
He had taken it.
In place of someone else.
“You crazy bastard. Why…?”
-Go.
“What?”
-Leave quickly. There is no time.
The Guardian Spirit, lifting its head toward me with difficulty, spat something out.
Seuaaaaa.
The Divine Stone—already reduced to the size of a child’s fist—gave off a faint light.
I gritted my teeth, understanding what it meant.
“Don’t talk nonsense…”
-If even they fall, the next is you. But if you run away, you can live—
Dreudeudeuk!
“Kkeuaaaaaak!”
The ground shook, and another scream followed.
In the distance, the Southern Demon Empress came into view—blood vessels bulging all over her body as she tore through over a hundred members of the Hundred Heavens Corps, burning away the last of her life.
…
A chill ran down my spine at that overwhelming power.
The Guardian Spirit, forcing strength into its Telepathy, whispered at me again.
-Go. Quickly!
I knew.
I knew the Guardian Spirit was right.
The Southern Demon Empress didn’t have much time left.
And if I ran away alone, I could survive.
But…
‘I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.’
Blankly, I muttered the words and grabbed the Divine Stone.
Then I stood and ran.
Not toward the Outer Palace.
Toward the Southern Demon Empress.
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