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Chapter 247 My beloved concubine, watch me cleave this Egyptian underworld in two!
Deep within the Abyss of Fiends, dark red mist flowed slowly like blood, and a blood-red throne stood atop the altar.

Wang Feng sat with his eyes closed, his long fingers rhythmically tapping the armrest, as if listening to the sounds of battle from a distant battlefield.

Dressed in a black and white maid outfit, Apas knelt beside the throne, her slender fingers carefully massaging his thighs.

A complex light flickered in her golden eyes; her former arrogance had long since transformed into deep awe—the man before her was a terrifying presence that even Khufu dared not confront directly.

"Master, don't you need to personally oversee the battle?" Apas asked softly, with a hint of probing.

She shuddered as she recalled the sword that cleaved the sky—even her noble mother, the queen, probably wouldn't have had the chance to resist that sword.

Wang Feng didn't even lift his eyelids: "It's just a pointless waste of energy." His voice was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of the underworld. "If Khufu refuses to show himself, killing more undead will be in vain."

This protracted war has lasted for over a month.

The casualties of both sides' undead armies have long exceeded ten million, but for the two rulers of the underworld, these losses are just numbers—after low-level undead die in battle, their souls will return to the underworld and they can be reborn by consuming only a little bit of undead essence.

Unless a monarch-level combatant falls, this amount of exertion is as natural as breathing for them.

“Oh,” Apas responded obediently, picking up a glistening grape from the crystal plate.

She hesitated for a moment, then held the fruit to Wang Feng's lips: "Master, please have some."

Wang Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of amusement flashing in them: "That's it?"

"Then how do I feed him? Don't you understand?"

Wang Feng gently rubbed his thumb across her moist lips, a dark glint in his eyes.

Apas's pupils contracted sharply, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.

She picked up a grape with trembling hands, hesitated for a moment, and finally closed her eyes to put it between her lips.

When she cautiously approached, Wang Feng could even see the tiny tears glistening on her trembling eyelashes.

"Well"

The moment the grape vine entered her mouth, Apas tried to back away like a startled animal, but was grabbed by the back of her head.

Wang Feng only released her when she was almost out of breath, still feeling unsatisfied.

“That’s more like it.” Wang Feng brushed his thumb across her moist lips, then glanced at the gilded wine pot. “Continue.”

Apas trembled, but dared not disobey.

The amber-colored liquor swirled between her lips and teeth. As the fruity nectar entered Wang Feng's mouth, a few drops slid down her snow-white neck and into her collar.

Wang Feng chuckled and suddenly pulled the person onto the throne.

"Master, Master...the war!" Apas cried out in a panic, pressing against his chest.

"What's the rush?" Wang Feng casually untied the bow at the back of her neck. "Let that coward Khufu hide a little longer."

Just as the ribbons of the maid outfit were about to slip off, the entire Sha Yuan suddenly trembled violently, and a strange energy fluctuation rippled outwards.

Wang Feng abruptly stopped, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes.

"Tsk, what a spoilsport." He released Apas. "The gates to the underworld did open just in time, though."

Apas hurriedly gathered her loose collar, a faint blush still tinging her fair skin.

Wang Feng glanced at her, frowned, and said, "Change into these clothes. We're going to the Underworld battlefield."

“Yes,” Apas replied, bowing her head, but couldn’t help biting her lower lip.

A sense of grievance welled up in her heart—he was the one who insisted she wear this maid outfit in the first place, and now he was the one who was touching her inappropriately, and in the end, he was complaining about her disheveled clothes.

But when she caught a glimpse of Wang Feng's tall and straight back, her little mood vanished instantly.

Recalling that earth-shattering sword strike, and his domineering demeanor when facing Khufu, Apas unconsciously shrank back.

"Never mind," she sighed silently to herself. "This guy is really someone I can't afford to mess with."

……

The Gate of the Abyss opened, and Wang Feng, arm in arm with Apas, stepped into this desolate land eternally enslaved. As far as the eye could see, countless emaciated undead boatmen were being whipped by overseers to move massive stones, their wails echoing under the twilight sky.

At the edge of the desert, a colossal golden pyramid stands majestically, its apex emitting a dark red glow, signifying Khufu's supreme authority.

"Heh, you certainly know how to enjoy yourself." Wang Feng chuckled, his left arm encircling Apas's slender waist, while his right hand slowly drew the Tai'a sword. "My beloved consort, watch me cleave this Egyptian underworld in two!"

"My beloved concubine?" Apas trembled, her golden snake eyes suddenly contracting.

The way she was addressed made her heart skip a beat, and even the sensation of being held in someone's arms became exceptionally clear.

But Wang Feng didn't notice her distraction.

The Tai'a Sword burst forth with dazzling divine light in his hand, and the twenty elements of fused magical energy gathered wildly, causing the sword to extend continuously until it finally transformed into a giant blade that spanned the heavens and the earth!

Wherever the sword's edge pointed, even space itself began to distort and crumble.

"Damn it! How did you trespass into my underworld!" Khufu finally burst out of the pyramid, his pale face contorted with rage.

When he saw the earth-shattering sword light clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted: "No! Stop—!!"

He frantically activated the authority of the underworld, and the entire pyramid erupted with an unprecedented dark red light, causing the entire Egyptian underworld to tremble.

Countless undead transformed into a torrent of energy amidst their wails, attempting to block the sword strike.

however--

"The End - The Creation of Heaven!"

Wang Feng's sword fell.

The moment the sword light flashed across the underworld, a crack as thin as a hair quietly appeared.

Immediately afterwards——

Click!

The cracks spread wildly, and the entire Egyptian underworld—sky, earth, pyramids—was shattered like broken glass, splitting in two with a deafening crash!
A void of darkness surged forth from the cracks, greedily devouring everything.

With Khufu's desperate roar, his underworld kingdom, painstakingly built over thousands of years, crumbled into dust.
...

Modern World - Egyptian Battlefield
The world suddenly fell silent.

The once surging army of Egyptian undead was frozen in place the moment the underworld shattered.

The dark red glow of dozens of pyramids, like candles flickering in the wind, went out one after another.

Countless spirits raised their heads, their empty eye sockets flaring with ghostly fire, emitting mournful howls.

wow——

It was as if an invisible hand swept across the battlefield, and the bodies of millions of dead began to weather away.

Their withered limbs crumbled inch by inch, their decaying armor turned into iron filings, and finally, along with their stark white bones, they were all scattered into the vast yellow sand.

Thick, inky breath of the dead rose from the sand and dust, churning and surging under the blazing sun, like a black ocean.

The Red Skull Demon Lord raised his skeletal hand, letting the breath of the undead flow between his fingers.

The crimson soul fire in its eye sockets flickered uncertainly, and its hoarse voice carried a hint of emotion:

"Wang succeeded."

The Mist Demon Commander suddenly raised his battle sword high, and eerie green flames surged around him: "This battle—"

"China wins a great victory!!"

In an instant, the entire battlefield erupted in cheers!
The Lord of the Dead roared to the heavens, his bone wings stirring up a storm of death; the corpses of the mountains pounded their chests, the roar shattering the sand dunes for miles; all the intelligent undead generals let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

They were once wandering ghosts, the remains of battlefields buried far from home.

Today, the new king led them to conquer the alien underworld, allowing the banners of the Chinese spirits to be planted on this ancient land!
(End of this chapter)