Chapter 1038 - 377: Three Royal Bloodlines, The Apocalypse Approaches!!

Fang Qingyu heard these words, looking at Hell Guest in this form.

Instantly remembered a Life Ghost he encountered before.

Named Time Erosion Witch.

Appeared in this human form, looked no different from an ordinary person.

If Fang Qingyu couldn’t see the title, it would be tough to recognize.

This type of Life Ghost...

Previously mentioned by Jiang Wei belonged to a line of Life Ghost bloodline.

It’s akin to the meaning of royal lineage.

Moreover, judging by the other’s posture, they are deliberately waiting here for him...

Attacking the construction base was just a side mission.

Sent a Tier Four royal blood Life Ghost for assassination?

"Oh, they really hold me in high regard."

Fang Qingyu’s lips curled into a slight grin.

Not at all in the mood for pointless talk.

Buzz!

Starlight suddenly flashed explosively.

The silhouette instantly blurred and vanished.

In the next moment.

Fang Qingyu appeared like a specter within less than three feet in front of Hell Guest.

The hand covered with pitch-black Star Crystal, flowing with silver stardust texture, directly targeted the opponent’s neck.

Fingers shaped like claws, fingertips emitting starry glimmer.

Enough to pierce through the defense of an Abyssal Level Life Ghost.

However, just as the fingertips were about to touch the collar of the blue garment...

Fang Qingyu’s hand passed effortlessly through Hell Guest’s neck.

As if he penetrated only a thick air mass.

Hell Guest’s face, crawled with eerie black patterns, drew a silent smile, seemingly mocking Fang Qingyu’s futility.

He disregarded the hand passing through his neck.

Raised his right hand casually like brushing away a speck of dust.

Towards the empty space in front, he lightly waved.

The motion was casual and understated.

Buzz—

Yet a deep buzz suddenly resonated.

Centered around Hell Guest’s outstretched hand, a massive canvas unfolded from nowhere.

The canvas was perfectly round.

Rapidly rotating and expanding, instantly enveloping Fang Qingyu and Hell Guest.

On the canvas.

Painted with the terrifying scenes of the eighteen levels of Hell.

Each layer’s imagery was exquisitely detailed and lifelike.

Demons grimacing, Evil Gods threatening, tortured souls wailing in agony.

The endless torment seemed to penetrate through the canvas, surging out!

And at this moment.

On the canvas, whether the terrifying ghost gods administering punishment.

Or the numerous figures undergoing cruel torture.

Their hollow or agonized eye sockets.

Simultaneously turned towards the center of the canvas, Fang Qingyu.

Countless pairs of eyes, locking firmly on him!

"Aahhh—!!!"

"Ha... haha... it hurts!!!"

"Save me!! Save me!!!"

The inhuman screams, the desperate shrieks continuously resonated.

As if transferring the torment they suffered.

Onto Fang Qingyu through their cries.

The initially phantom-like silhouette of Hell Guest began to dissolve, like ink dropping into water, within the instant the canvas unfolded.

Those emotionless eyes.

Gave Fang Qingyu, trapped at the canvas’s center, a final look.

"Welcome... to Hell!"

As these words fell.

The rotating eighteen-layer Hell canvas suddenly erupted with a dark glow.

The canvas itself resembling a vortex.

Suddenly collapsing inward.

Fang Qingyu only felt an irresistible pull.

The icy Arctic landscape with leaden clouds vanished instantly.

Replaced by.

A scorching and pungent wind rushing at him, deafening screams, and the intense stench of iron and charred flesh!

Beneath his feet was a charred rock surface thick with dark red blood.

Ahead, on rows of simple yet massive stakes, countless naked silhouettes were chained with iron.

Grotesque-faced demons holding huge pincers were cruelly prying open the mouths of the tortured, inserting cold pincers to clamp down on tongues trembling in fear, then... forcefully pulling out!

"Pshhh... Zirrrr..."

The sound of tearing flesh mixed with inhuman screams.

Echoing through the space rife with suffering and despair.

Even though Fang Qingyu only heard of Hell as a concept.

He recognizes it now.

The Hell before him is... the first layer of Hell.

The Tongue-Pulling Hell.

And at this moment, after the little demons executed the punishment, their eyes simultaneously fixed on the standing motionless Fang Qingyu.

At the same time...

The tortured souls also grotesquely crawled towards Fang Qingyu.

Fang Qingyu looked on expressionlessly.

Drew the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash.

...

Outside the canvas prison.

Above the Arctic sky.

The cold wind still howled, whipping up fine snow foam.

Overwhelming battle cries echo distantly from the battlefield’s edge below the Ice Sea.

The circular canvas depicting the eighteen levels of Hell quietly hovered in the air, slowly rotating on its own, emitting a deep glow.

Like a living creature breathing.

Shadows and light shifted over the canvas’s surface.

Faintly visible were numerous struggling phantasms floating within.

In front of the canvas, Hell Guest sat cross-legged, suspended in the void.

Eyes closed, the eerie black patterns on his face wriggling like living creatures.

Hands formed an intricate, complex hand seal.

Clearly focusing all his efforts to maintain and invoke the terrifying Hell Map canvas.

Beside him.

Two figures had quietly appeared at some unknown time.

To the left is a woman, tall and graceful, wearing a dark red dress like solidified blood, the hem moved without wind.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, pale skin without a hint of blood.

With elongated phoenix eyes, pupils so black they lacked any white.

Currently watching the slowly rotating Hell Map canvas with great interest.

A hint of a smile at her lips.

On the right was a brawny man, standing nearly three meters tall.