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

Chapter 190 Disheartened
hell.

The demons looked at Zhong Su, who was floating in the air, breathing heavily, with mixed feelings.

Di Kui raised his hand, and a 'dead' rock flew over, allowing Zhong Su to lie on it.

At this moment, the Thunder Lord's body was tattered and broken, and his rank was rapidly decreasing, but his injuries were slowly healing.

The artifact could not kill the demons. Without the subsequent suppression, the demons' essence would rapidly regenerate their bodies.

Di Kui looked at Zhong Su, who was shirtless, and after thinking for a moment, said, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the memories of making your armor. After we get out, I'll charge you half price."

Zhong Su turned his head somewhat helplessly. The violence in his eyes lessened a bit. He stared at Di Kui for a while, then grinned. He really wanted to say to the simple-minded Di Kui, "Thank you so much," but he still couldn't say anything.

He turned his head to look at the blood-red 'sky', breathing heavily.

Xiaofeng wanted to say something to comfort Zhongsu, but he didn't know how to do so, and he felt worried about his own escape from hell.

It seems he's the only demon left.

Really
Is there really no place for demons in this world?
Their initial glory was built upon the power of evil.
If the devil had acted as a dictator instead of a ruler, the world's potential would never have been so high.

After all, the fact that demons can accommodate all races to build their own power and allow worlds like the Shadow Realm to develop can be considered their achievements.

Otherwise, think about the Sakura Continent. Bo Gang really slaughtered an entire continent, even devouring the land itself.

The power of the eight great demons is overwhelming, coupled with their immortality.
If these demons had been even slightly more brutal in their prime, the scene of thousands of demon wizards ruling the world together would never have occurred.

So, Xiaofeng never really understood that demons could be considered to have done something good for the world, right?
Weren't they the ones who brought the world to its peak?

How come even existence is now considered wrong?
"cough cough"

Zhong Su regained some strength, coughed twice, and golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped his hand, looking at the electric arcs dancing in his blood: "Heh."

He glanced at the Holy Lord, then turned around, and wisps of electric arcs carried him toward a corner of hell.

The lightning demon now exuded less savagery and more desolation, as if it were a disheartening feeling after trying its best but failing to defy fate, or as if it were extremely tired and just wanted to find a place to rest.

The demons behind him had complicated expressions, but ultimately said nothing.

Even the Holy Lord did not utter a word of mockery at this moment, but simply stared at Zhong Su's back without saying a word.

After the Chinese and Soviet Union had moved some distance apart, the electric arc suddenly stopped, and the large rock remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.

Zhong and Su breathed a long sigh of relief and finally uttered their first words upon arriving in hell.

A dry, deep voice, tinged with electronic sounds, rang out:
"Ximu is truly no longer a demon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lay back, and the arc of electricity carried the continent rapidly downwards, downwards, and downwards.

The monarch above merely gazed at the sky wearily and self-deprecatingly, his eyes growing increasingly gloomy, before slowly closing them, his body swallowed by crimson.

The two could no longer see each other.

The silence, the silence of hell, continues.

For the first time, destiny pressed down so blatantly on the head of the demon lord.

It made even the demons breathless.

Xiaofeng remained silent for a long time. Before him, a gust of wind swirled slightly, summoning the magic of the former sky demons.

The demons watched silently, for one second, two seconds, ten seconds.

Xiaofeng exhaled softly, dispersing the magic.

All the worries in his eyes disappeared, and he calmly looked at the Holy Lord: "Just turn the Panku Treasure Box normally and open the door normally."

The Holy Lord stared at Xiaofeng for a while, nodded, and cut off the communication.

He looked at Rasu, who was not far away.

Rasu shook his head decisively: "It's impossible, Holy Lord. Even if you kill me, it's impossible."

"That's right, old man, you didn't tell us it would cause so much damage! How are we supposed to help you? I'm a human being! And our brothers are human beings too!"

Hanbing nodded in agreement, roaring loudly, his hands trembling slightly. Although Rasu had opened the Panku Box, he had personally unleashed the demon.

Tens of millions of people died at the hands of the devil. If only we had known...
Touch~
As if they had been prepared, shadows shifted, and ninja soldiers placed boxes of US dollars in front of them, filling half of the villa's hall.

At a glance, it's at least a billion.
Han Bing swallowed hard and glanced at the venomous snake and the boxer beside him.

"On the other hand, I'm an American. What does it matter to us whether Americans live or die?"

Han Bing stepped forward, stroking the US dollars. With this, they would never have to worry about money again. They could even try to emulate Valon, launder their money, retire, and enjoy a life of luxury.
"Uh, Hanbing, this..."

The boxers hesitated, even though they were after great power and as much money as possible.

But it's not entirely devoid of humanity.

"Humans cannot, or at least should not."

Viper hesitated. The money was tempting, but who knew if the next devil would destroy America and make the US dollar worthless?

The Holy Lord frowned, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, causing the edges of some banknotes to curl slightly.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped the four of them.

The boxer and the snake swallowed hard.

The two exchanged a glance: "Hanbing is right. We are from the United States. If the Americans die, they die. What does it have to do with us?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding temperature began to gradually decrease.

The Holy Lord looked silently at Rasu.

Rasu was covered in sweat, but even though he was a member of the Black Hand, a gangster, and had done many bad things, he was certain that he was still a human being.

In San Francisco, he still has his nephew, his brother, his sister-in-law, and their family. If the next demon were to go to San Francisco, he would have nothing left.

"No, it's impossible."

The extreme crisis caused some coins to spontaneously combust.

The Lord's patience is wearing thin. The Panku Box is not indispensable to Rasu. Although others will be slower, the resurgence of demons is an inevitable trend. Although this trend has weakened, the gates of hell will eventually open.

It's just a matter of time.

The trio of Hanbing swallowed hard, and Hanbing instantly picked up the Panku Box and stuffed it into Rasu's hand.

The other two, the boxer, restrained Rasu, while the viper grabbed Rasu's hand and began to spin the Panku Box.

"Can we handle things back home, boss? You rest first, leave this to us."

Han Bing smiled and said, "Only by facing the one who wields power can one truly understand the immense pressure one faces."

The Holy Lord glanced at Rasu, silently withdrew his aura, turned around, and walked out of the villa.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes growing increasingly dark and deep, as if he were lost in thought.

"Father."

The demon dragon respectfully approached the Holy Lord from behind: "We've checked, and everything we've set up is still functioning normally. Neither China nor the Soviet Union is targeting us."

The Holy Lord's eyes relaxed slightly.

He nodded calmly: "There is some good news. Is there any news about Dragon Fang?"

"The investigation is already underway, and we should have news next year."

"Dragon Fang is crucial. You keep a close eye on it yourself. Keep these magic books in your treasury. As a dragon, you can't be without wealth."

The little demon dragon was taken aback and took the book with great surprise, but when he sensed the aura of the copy on it, he understood.

He thought to himself, how could his own father be so generous?

This kind of generosity without any cost suddenly became normal.

(End of this chapter)