Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 189 The End
The Demon Lord looked to the left, where hope met hostility.

Look to the right; there lies the magical power of a weakened future.

The divine weapon's radiance behind him and the protective aura in front of him plunged the Demon Lord into a desperate situation.

China and the Soviet Union were very unwilling to accept this, as they had once brought glory to the world and had once fought against many gods on their own without being defeated.

The glory of the past still seems vivid in his mind, but now, the four humans make him feel powerless.

This is simply...
Unforgivable!

"Come, kill me!"

The monarch roared in fury, staring at the strongest Jackie Chan before him, and with a thunderous roar, he charged out instantly.

Golden lightning tinged with blood enveloped the dead city.

Amidst the extraordinary roar, the earth was repeatedly destroyed, and the city was completely devoid of any living beings.

The roars gradually weakened, and the lightning bolt charged left and right amidst the encirclement of four powerful auras.

He was like a fish caught in a net, constantly struggling and becoming hysterical, yet he remained trapped within a certain range, unable to escape.

Crazy, increasingly crazy.

Even though his body was covered in sword marks, and golden blood with traces of lightning kept dripping down.

The dark clouds in the sky also stopped churning at this moment, and grew thinner and thinner as the monarch's aura grew weaker.

I don't know when, but the dark clouds that were originally hundreds of meters thick are now less than fifty meters thick.

A bright moon peeked out from behind loose clouds, the beautiful Tyndall effect illuminating the ravaged land and the gradually coming to a halt on the battlefield.

The Chinese and Soviet Union stood on the high-temperature, vitrified earth, with wisps of electric arcs spreading outwards along the ground, displaying a series of electric grids resembling tree branches.

His eyes were still filled with murderous intent, and he was breathing heavily. In front of him was Jackie Chan, who was panting heavily. To his left was Tru, who was leaning on a giant hammer, and to his right was the Saint Seiya, who was looking down and silent.

The old mage had already exhausted himself and withdrawn from the battlefield, perhaps in mortal danger. However, that was his destiny, and under the circumstances, he was extremely difficult to kill.

The armor on Zhong Su's body was gone, and his blue skin was covered with sword marks. Golden blood dripped onto the ground, causing the arcs of electricity to spread even faster.

Of course, Zhong Su also possessed power similar to the Twelve Talismans within him, but these injuries were caused by authority or divine artifacts, and the righteous aura emanating from them was resisting the demon's natural healing.

He took a step forward, his presence filling the eyes of the three men with solemnity.

However, due to the excessive energy consumed by the short-term burst of power, as well as the weakness caused by the numerous injuries on his body, he couldn't help but stagger.

Zhong Su looked up at the sky, the Tyndall effect shining directly into his face. His scarlet eyes seemed to see pairs of mocking eyes on the bright moon.

The gods must be very proud of themselves.
The demon lord who once dominated them has now been forced into this situation by four lowly humans.

His brothers and sisters in hell must be laughing at him too, right? They must be thinking, why doesn't he follow their wishes, try to live, and try to break free from this predicament?
Ah..
It doesn't matter anymore. This is how things should be between him and the Soviet Union. Hiding and concealing isn't what he wants, nor is the overwhelming power of Zhou Lan. Xi Mu
That would make him even less worthy of being called a demon lord.

Assuming he can recover 30%
"Uncle Long, demons can't be killed. You guys hold him down and give me five minutes."

A deep voice broke the silence of the battlefield.

Zhong and Su's gaze shifted from the bright moon and slowly moved downwards, immediately spotting the vanished Saint Seiya.

Zhong Su twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with the extreme resentment and tyranny.

"You will pay a heavy price for underestimating the Demon Lord!"

Boom~
A bolt of lightning, not particularly thick, struck down from the sky.

The demon lord's body surged forward rapidly amidst the lightning.

But as always, even lightning speed couldn't break through the protective network built by Jackie Chan.

With a sudden jerk, a bolt of lightning transformed into a spear, charging forward alongside him.

When~
The spear clashed with the greatsword.

The Demon Lord's immense power briefly overwhelmed Jackie Chan, but as before, Tru, also clad in divine armor and wielding a divine weapon, arrived above the Demon Lord when both sides were exhausted.

A giant hammer, one meter in diameter, bearing the immense power of the armor, slammed down.

thump~
In an instant, the Demon Lord was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the reddish, crystalline ground.

The crystal twisted rapidly, splashing like waves.

Jackie Chan steadied himself, holding a two-handed sword, ready for the demon's next attack.

Boom~
But then, thunder roared again.

Just as Jackie Chan was on high alert.

Locked down by the armor, the Demon Lord was already thousands of miles away.

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, recalling the very beginning when he couldn't catch up with the Demon Lord no matter what.

"Oh no! Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan was slightly surprised.

He immediately gave chase, with Tru following closely behind, his eyes equally anxious.

In an instant, in the entire city, only an old man, tightly enveloped by protective power, lay amidst the ruins in a corner.

Simultaneously.

The Demon Lord looked down at the completely dark city, at the chaos within, and at the girl who had just bought castanets from a shop, and smiled cruelly.

He produced an extremely unstable lightning spear in his hand, and threw it down amidst Xiaoyu's despairing gaze.

Without a second thought, Xiaoyu dragged her nearly exhausted body, a long sword appeared in her hand, and she slashed!
Zheng~
The flash of lightning illuminated the terrified city.

Without hesitation, the Demon Lord unleashed all his power in an attempt to kill Xiaoyu.

The girl was instantly blasted away, embedded deeply in the ground, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth.

Without hesitation, the Demon Lord followed closely behind, his lightning spear pointing directly at the girl.

At this moment, the girl, who was trying to activate the power of hope but was stuck for the first time, felt despair.

But right now.

Thunder roared.

The aura of black magic appeared beside Xiaoyu, blocking the raging lightning power.

The crimson crown robes, faintly visible amidst the black magic, also conveyed a sense of protection.

The lightning spear could not advance an inch. The weakened monarch froze, his muscles bulging, making the flesh and blood from the sword wounds appear even more gruesome.

But as the spear was detonated, the powerful shockwave blasted the monarch away.

Zhong and Su stood up, looked at the seriously injured girl, and smiled.
Has the Black Qi faction gotten involved too? That magic from earlier looked so familiar.

Magic from the ancient sky city?
"Hehehe, so what if the whole world is our enemy?"

"Ximu, stop hiding! Come out and join them in challenging the great lightning demon!"

"And fear? Stop being two-faced! Come out, you should worship the Thunder Lord!"

"Justice and evil go hand in hand; Thunder is never afraid of being besieged."

In the sky, Jackie Chan, who had rushed over, saw the commercial district of yet another city destroyed and saw people everywhere charred by electricity. His anger was barely contained, and he charged toward the weakened monarch with his sword.

"Good! Kill them!"

The monarch, at his last gasp, roared and charged forward with overwhelming killing intent.

thump~
For the first time, Jackie Chan, with the Guardian and two divine artifacts, defeated the Thunder Lord head-on.

"Damn it, kill them!!!"

The monarch stood up instantly.

It roared and charged toward Jackie Chan.

Sometime during the night, all the thunderclouds in the sky had disappeared. Under the bright moon, the city, where all the electrical appliances were damaged, was illuminated, as was the calamity of the human race and the final roar of the weakened monarch.

The weak monarch constantly squeezed his own life force to increase his power.

The city's skyscrapers collapsed one by one, and the city was gradually destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

But when the Demon Lord's power declines to a certain point.

Zheng~
The longsword artifact pierced through his chest, freezing the Thunder Lord's spear that was about to thrust out.

Under the moonlight, in the shattered city.

A towering monarch, seven meters tall, with a human body, a hippopotamus head, blue skin, and covered in slashes and bruises, his expression ferocious, gripping a thick bolt of lightning in both hands, staring intently ahead.

A two-meter-long wooden sword was stuck in his chest. Flowers on the hilt of the sword withered rapidly, and the power of the artifact continued to bloom, seemingly suppressing something.

Jackie Chan took a step back, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and kept panting heavily.

He looked up, staring intently at the demon lord.

hum~
The lightning in the Demon Lord's hand slowly dissipated, seemingly signifying the Demon Lord's complete defeat.

The next moment, the demon lord, suppressed by the power of the divine artifact, lowered his head slightly and looked at the long sword in his chest.

He slowly reached out and grasped the sword hilt, as if trying to pull the longsword that was suppressing him out inch by inch.

Jackie Chan's expression changed, and he jogged forward, the gray aura in his hand faintly visible; he was also nearing his limit.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

Da da da.
But then, the low chanting of incantations and the sound of castanets rang out continuously, and the light of justice began to shine.

Jackie Chan turned his head slightly and saw Xiao Yu sitting on Tru's back, flying quickly towards him. Then he shifted his gaze to Zhong Su.

The Soviet Union and China slowly pulled out the divine weapon inserted into their hearts, ignoring the excruciating pain caused by the mutual corrosive forces of righteous and dark energy.

The artifact was carelessly tossed aside.

Then he looked at Jackie Chan, who seemed unable to speak for a short time, but the murderous intent and brutality in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

"roar~"

A roar like that of a wild beast brought forth bursts of thunder.

The demon lord conjured a bolt of lightning and attempted to throw it.

But from behind, a green beam of light struck him.

"roar~"

The hysterical roar gradually became distorted.

The demon lord's body gradually twisted and elongated, roaring in resentment.

They were quickly pulled away and disappeared through a scarlet door.

Jackie Chan breathed a slight sigh of relief, snapping out of his intense concentration.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion washed over me.

He fell backward.

Gazing at the bright moonlight, breathing heavily, she slowly closed her eyes amidst the girl's weary gasp.

Meanwhile, in the ruins of the city where the old mage was located.

A figure dressed in a bright red imperial robe, hands clasped behind his back, spoke with a touch of感慨 (gan3kai3, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and awe): "I never imagined you'd reached this level."

"Becoming a Grand Mage isn't that difficult."

Not far from the evil god, a human boy raised his hand, and black energy swirled around it, appearing particularly sinister under the moonlight.

"Besides, everyone can die, but she can't. Right now, she is the future."

The evil god glanced at him, a half-smile on his face: "Not necessarily."

"Ok?"

"You look like the future to me."

"Heh." Ximu chuckled, lowering his head with an exceptionally forlorn and complex expression: "I never expected I'd give him a push."

"She's dead. The balance is twisted back to what it was before, and all our efforts will have been in vain. Don't forget, God is definitely here, and the devil must fall, at least outwardly!"

"I know, I'm just feeling a bit sentimental."

The evil god paused, looking at the fat man flying from afar, and glancing at the old mage who was still protected by the protective power not far away.

He shook his head, turned around, and left.

This future will soon become the past.
(End of this chapter)