In Hell, the wrath of the seven demons nearly set the dark space ablaze. The Holy Lord's despicable betrayal, like the sharpest blade, deeply wounded their proud hearts.

"Holy Lord!" Zhong Su roared, his voice booming like thunder, "How dare you deceive us!"

Bogang's massive body trembled with rage: "I'll tear him to pieces!"

A cold calculation flashed in Ximu's eyes: "It's too late to say all this now. We have to find a way to get out of here."

Just then, the Holy Lord's voice, carrying a hint of barely perceptible smugness, entered their consciousness once more through some remaining, faint connection.

"My dear brothers and sisters, please be patient."

The Holy Lord's voice sounded unusually calm, even with a hint of soothing.

"That's right, the eighth door is indeed about to open, but the situation... has changed slightly."

"Changes?" Cursed Moon retorted coldly, "What kind of changes?"

The Holy Lord coughed lightly and began his new lie.

"As you know, opening the passage at once to let all the demons pass through consumes a huge amount of energy and is extremely risky."

"During my years in the human world, I devoted myself to research and finally found a more reliable form of magic."

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts.

"This magic can keep an already opened gate to hell stable for a longer period of time, or even... keep it open forever!"

Upon hearing this, a brief silence fell over Hell.

The gates of hell that have always been open?
This means they can continuously draw upon the essence of the human world, and may even gradually recover their strength, instead of having to rush out hastily as before.

"You've found this magic?" Basha's voice was tinged with doubt.

“Of course.” The Holy Lord’s voice was full of confidence. “To prove that what I said was true, I specifically brought the book that records this magic with me.”

With his thought, a blurry image was transmitted to him—it was a thick book that looked ancient.

The Holy Lord casually flipped through the pages, displaying the densely packed... text?
No, that's not a magic book at all!
That was just a human phone book that Valon, possessed by the spirit of God, casually carried around!

It was covered with characters and numbers that Valon couldn't understand at all.

But in hell, to these demons who have been corrupted by darkness for years and are no longer familiar with human writing, these colorful and neatly formatted "pages" do indeed seem to be full of some indescribable "mystery".

They've been in hell for too long, and their understanding of the human world has become blurred.

Add to that the Lord's confident attitude and that "seemingly impressive" book.

Although the demons still harbored doubts, their desire to leave hell ultimately overwhelmed their reason.

Perhaps... what the Holy Lord said this time is true?

Perhaps... he really did find a way to allow them to return to the human world more safely and stably?

"Hmph, I'll trust you this once for now," the Earth Demon said in a gruff voice. "But if you dare to deceive us again..."

"Rest assured, my brother," the Holy Lord immediately interrupted him, "I guarantee in the name of the Demon Lord that this time there is absolutely no falsehood!"

Just as the Holy Lord was secretly pleased with himself, thinking he had successfully stabilized his fellow citizens in Hell, another change occurred on Earth.

"Afu! Quick! The Pangu Box!"

Through Valmont's eyes, Shendu saw Jackie Chan trying to use a rope he found somewhere to hook the Pangu Box, which was placed on a table not far away, like fishing!
That damned archaeologist, he's always haunting me!

The Holy Lord immediately gave an order to Afu, who was standing beside the treasure box. Afu reacted quickly, stepping forward and reaching for the Pangu Treasure Box with his large, fan-like hand.

"Don't even think about it!" Jackie Chan shouted, and with a flick of his wrist, the rope coiled around Ah Fu's wrist like a serpent.

Afu felt pain and his movements faltered.

Jackie Chan seized the opportunity and pulled the rope sharply!
The Pangu Box was successfully hooked and flew towards Jackie Chan!
"Well done!" Jackie Chan thought to himself with delight from afar.

However, just as the treasure box was about to fall into Jackie Chan's hands, Ah Fu suddenly flicked his wrist, breaking free from the ropes. At the same time, he pounced like a hungry tiger, using his massive body to snatch the Pangu Treasure Box back from mid-air!

"Got it, boss!" Afu hugged the box tightly, a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Damn it!" Jackie Chan cursed under his breath, seeing his plan fail.

"Jackie Chan!" Shendu looked at Jackie Chan, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. This mortal had repeatedly thwarted his plans; he could not be allowed to live any longer!

He was just about to order Afu to take action when he suddenly felt a powerful righteous energy coming from behind him!
The Holy Lord whirled around and saw that the old man who always ruined his plans had somehow crept up behind him, holding a steaming… iron?!

"Demons and monsters, get out of here!" the old man shouted, the iron in his hand radiating righteous heat as he slammed it hard against the back of Valon's head!

Shendu tried to dodge, but Valon's mortal body had limited reaction speed.

boom!
A muffled thud was followed by a sizzling, burnt smell.

Shendu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and Valon's body slumped down, completely losing consciousness.

"Oops! I knocked him out!" Dad threw down the iron and clapped his hands.

Almost simultaneously, on the other side, Dad's apprentice Tru also used a clean and neat over-the-shoulder throw to knock Afu unconscious before he could react, and the Pangu Box rolled to the side.

"Done!" Tru smiled good-naturedly.

In hell.

The demons, who were waiting for further news from the Holy Lord, suddenly discovered that their connection with him... had been severed!

The image of that "magic book" also disappeared.

"what happened?"

"Where is the Holy Lord?"

"What is he up to now?!"

The demons were once again consumed by anger and suspicion.

"We can't wait any longer!" Ximu's sharp voice rang out. "Regardless of whether the Holy Lord is playing tricks again, the Eighth Gate is about to open! We must get there immediately! This is our only chance!"

"That's right!"

"go!"

Without further hesitation, the seven demons transformed their massive bodies into seven streams of light of different colors, rushing at full speed towards the depths of hell, towards the faintly sensed aura belonging to the eighth gate!
They had only one thought in their minds: to escape this damned hell! As for the Holy Lord's life or death, or what schemes he might have up his sleeve, they would deal with that after they got out!
Meanwhile, back in the human world, Jackie Chan was bending down to pick up the Pangu Box that had rolled onto the ground, a triumphant look on his face.

"We finally got it back!"

He was just about to celebrate with his father and Tru when he suddenly felt an unusual vibration coming from the box, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

"Not good!" The old man's expression changed drastically. "The demons from hell are about to break out!" (End of Chapter)

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