Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 2124 - 2113: Burst Forth from the Belly

The black pillar of smoke formed by the Death Spirits is being swallowed by the black hole.Each time the black hole devours more of it, its mouth expands outward.

At the same time, Muye... perhaps should not be called Muye anymore.

What appeared in front of Ning Fan was a monster about three meters tall.

The monster looked exactly like the devils depicted in the murals of the Netherworld Nation,

with skin of dark red, eyes as large as copper bells, and two tusks resembling those of a wild boar jutting out high from the corners of its mouth, while the other teeth interlocked like daggers.

On the monster's chest appeared ten faces.

Ning Fan glanced at the corpses not far away, and these ten faces looked identical to those of ten young girls.

At this time, the projection of the Netherworld Monarch seemed somewhat dazed, with its mouth agape, drooling profusely.

Each drop of saliva, like lava, burned small bubbling holes into the ground.

"This is the Netherworld Monarch! How ugly. The smell is strong too."

Ning Fan instinctively switched to internal breathing; the Netherworld Monarch's body emitted a stinging volcanic sulfur odor, and smoke sizzled from beneath its feet, as if it truly was a humanoid volcano emitting high heat.

Ning Fan couldn't help but ask, "Vivian, do you know him?"

"What nonsense of a Divine Spirit. The power of the projection is not even that of a Demigod."

Vivian, angry, gave Ning Fan a look, finding it deeply insulting to categorize her with such trash.

Ning Fan ignored Vivian's indignation, focusing on the words, "The projection power is not up to a Demigod."

With Vivian's arrogance, Ning Fan determined that even though the Netherworld Monarch's projection's strength was not at Demigod level, it would be close.

"This is just a projection; who knows what will happen when the True Body descends."

Ning Fan glanced backward nervously, the black hole in the mural was growing larger, now large enough to allow an adult to pass through.

"Little Four, if we kill this projection, will the passage close?"

"Yes. This fake God sure doesn't have the coordinates of the Origin World, otherwise it wouldn't let a projection come over to locate itself."

"Then let's take him down."

Ning Fan had already defeated an Angel Projection once, so one more wouldn't matter.

"Oh right, how could I forget the Angel Wings? And the Battle Armor."

Ning Fan patted his head; he had long relied on his own strength and inadvertently forgotten auxiliary powers.

Just as Ning Fan was preparing to take out the holy sword, he suddenly noticed the Netherworld Monarch opening its mouth wide.

The torn corners of the mouth extended all the way to the vicinity of the earlobes.

"Hiss!"

The tremendous sound of drawing in breath, like a ravaging hurricane, appeared in the Netherworld Monarch's mouth, an airflow visible to the naked eye.

Ning Fan planted his feet firmly, standing effortlessly amid the hurricane, but Mary drifted away lightly like a fluff and then flew into the Netherworld Monarch's mouth, vanishing.

"Mary!"

Ning Fan exclaimed, a flash of white light in his right hand, revealing a Cross Sword.

Without time to summon the battle armor, Ning Fan charged forward with the holy sword.

A dazzling white light flashed by, and a bright white line appeared across the Netherworld Monarch's waist, gradually expanding.

"So weak? No wonder Vivian called him trash."

Seeing the Netherworld Monarch cut in half at the waist, Ning Fan wondered if he was too strong or the enemy too weak.

At this moment, eleven beams of white light flew out from the cut on the waist.

Looking at one of the white lights, Ning Fan nervously asked, "Mary, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Mary floated in the void, anxiously saying, "I seem to be unable to control my Soul Body."

Ning Fan then realized that Mary was swaying like a kite, unable to move away from the Netherworld Monarch.

The ten young girls' souls rescued earlier were flying back, again re-embedding ten distorted faces onto the Netherworld Monarch's chest.

"Don't be afraid, Mary. This must be its innate ability to absorb souls."

Upon hearing Vivian's explanation, Ning Fan immediately understood.

The Netherworld Nation, in Fusang mythology, is akin to Huaxia's Underworld.

As the king among them, the Netherworld Monarch should find controlling ghostly entities rather easy.

"Vivian, go help Mary. I'll handle things here."

A flash of brilliance enveloped Ning Fan's body, instantly transforming him into a warrior clad in armor.

"Die!"

Bathed in armor and the Light of Life, a beam of Holy Light over ten meters long illuminated the dark basement like daylight.

Under the Holy Force Slash, the Netherworld Monarch split vertically into two halves, and the remaining force split the wall as if cutting through tofu.

Watching the Netherworld Monarch's body start to stitch back together, Ning Fan frustratedly exclaimed,

"Why won't it die?"

The attack not only failed to kill but seemed like scratching an itch to the Netherworld Monarch.

"You're too weak. Let me do it."

Just as Vivian charged over, Ning Fan, preparing to speak, noticed Mary's Soul Body beginning to waver again, hurriedly moving to grab hold of her.

Seeing a petite girl around 1.6 meters facing a three-meter-tall monster, Ning Fan soon witnessed quite a sight.

"Woo... woo..."

Watching the Netherworld Monarch clutching its head, emitting groans of distress, Ning Fan felt disdain.

Being cut in half hadn't made it cry out, but being punched by Vivian elicited ghostly wails, making him feel quite displeased.

At this moment, Ning Fan suddenly shouted, "Vivian, stop!"

Vivian asked in confusion, "Why?"

"What tricks are you playing? The more you hit it, the more energetic it becomes, and its consciousness is even starting to clear up."

"What!?"

Vivian turned around and was taken aback.

If before the Netherworld Monarch appeared as a drooling simpleton, now it had turned into a clear-thinking individual.

Even the constantly groaning Netherworld Monarch now mumbled, "I... I... want to eat you."

As the words fell, the Netherworld Monarch's mouth suddenly expanded, even larger than its head.

It seemed as if the entire head was just this mouth and then it attempted to bite Vivian.

"Want to eat me."

Vivian leaped up, punching the Netherworld Monarch's back.

At that moment, Ning Fan exclaimed, "Watch out!"

By the time Vivian reacted, it was too late.

When her fist was about to land, the human face originally on the chest suddenly appeared on the back, with its mouth wide open.

From a distance, it looked as if she voluntarily fed her fist into it.

In the instant the fist was bitten, a tremendous suction pulled all of Vivian inside.

"No way."

Ning Fan was stunned, then spoke to Mary, "Hold on for a bit longer."

The Netherworld Monarch's inherent soul-attracting ability was deadly to a Soul Body.

Just as Ning Fan was preparing to head over, he saw the Netherworld Monarch's belly rapidly bulging, becoming larger and larger.

With a bang, the bulging belly suddenly exploded, and Vivian emerged from inside.