Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 142 The Deception Becomes Reality: Rescuing the Prisoners

When Long Tianyin and his companion held back the six demon gods.

Under the cover of the charge of the Light Unicorn Knights, Moonbeam and his group quietly infiltrated the demon territory.

As soon as they entered the heart of the battlefield, the seven immediately broke away from the main force and disappeared into the shadows.

"Ying'er, it's up to you now," Yuehui said in a low voice.

"Mmm!" Chen Ying'er nodded solemnly and patted McDull's bottom lightly.

As the milky white light swirled, the little pig transformed into a graceful and noble Moon Demon Clan noble.

Even the demonic markings between his brows exuded the pure aura of the Moon Demon, making it difficult for even the moonlight to distinguish the real from the fake.

(The illusion has become reality; no wonder he's the Pig God McDull!)

A hint of admiration flashed in Yuehui's eyes.

At this moment, McDull, who had transformed into a Moon Demon Noble, stepped out of the shadows and casually stopped a passing demon.

That was a golden bird demon rushing to the front lines.

The moment it was stopped, its eyes flashed with anger, but after recognizing the other party's identity as a Moon Demon, it immediately bowed and scraped: "Honorable Moon Demon Lord, what are your orders?"

McDull elegantly raised his chin, his voice tinged with languor: "I have been ordered to inspect the battle situation at Yulong Pass. I have heard that the offspring of a powerful human have been captured. Where are they being held?"

"My lord, I don't know the exact location," the Golden Bird Demon said obsequiously, rubbing his hands together. "However, several demon gods often patrol the water prison."

"Go on," McDull waved impatiently. "Don't let the humans break through the defenses and disgrace our race!"

"Your subordinates swear to defend to the death!" The Golden Bird Demon charged onto the battlefield like it had been injected with chicken blood.

After he left, McDull turned the corner, swayed, and transformed back into a little pig, hopping back into Chen Ying'er's arms.

“Just as we expected,” Long Haochen’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, “the demons spared Brother Yang and Brother Duan’s lives in order to use them to blackmail the Knights’ Temple.”

Chen Ying'er clenched her fists tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Commander... what's next?"

“Now that we know the location—” Yuehui’s lips curled into a dangerous smile, his eyes filled with a palpable killing intent, “of course we’ll charge in and rescue them.”

Upon hearing this, the fighting spirit of all members of the Emperor-level Ninth Demon Hunter Team instantly surged.

With seven ninth-tier powerhouses joining forces, even though none of them except Yuehui, Cai'er, and Long Haochen had yet to comprehend their domains, their ninth-tier spiritual energy alone was enough to make them fight their way in and out of the demon camp seven times over!
"Kill the demons? Just what I want!" Wang Yuanyuan's eyes suddenly turned bloodshot, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Ya Ting, Lei Ji, Xiao Lin, it's time to stretch your muscles!" Yue Hui's fingertips swept across the void, and three contract runes lit up simultaneously.

In an instant, the Light Elemental Sprite Yating, the Thunder Elemental Sprite Lei Ji, and the Starlight Divine Beast Lei Qilin appeared beside Yuehui.

"kill--!"

Nine afterimages tore through the night sky, and the air exploded with a deafening sonic boom.

Suddenly, the Time Triple Furnace on Chen Ying'er's chest emitted three halos of light. Amidst ancient chanting, three gates of life appeared like the gaping maws of a primordial beast.

Thousands of demonic beasts surged out, trampling through the spatial rifts, and the demonic race's protective barrier shattered like thin ice under the impact of the beast tide.

Taking advantage of the chaos as the world changed color, the Moonshine team transformed into nine shooting stars and plummeted into the dungeon.

As soon as the demon guards along the way raised their weapons, their necks blossomed with a bewitching flower of blood.

The chilling dungeon entrance was now just ten steps away.

"Who goes there?!" Two seventh-tier demon lords sprang from the shadows, dark red demonic flames flickering between their fangs.

"Get out of the way!" The spatial phantom furnace on Wang Yuanyuan's chest flashed with silver light.

In an instant, her figure froze like a statue. Before the two demon lords could even be confused, a deathly howl echoed behind them—

"War God's Trample!"

The giant warhammer crashed down, carrying with it the shattered spatial rift.

This is the ultimate skill that once instantly killed an eighth-level demon god in the Exorcism Pass. Even without triggering the Divine Descent Technique, how could a mere seventh-level demon lord possibly withstand it?
puff!puff!
The muffled thuds of flesh exploding were exceptionally clear in the night. The bodies of the two seventh-tier demon lords twisted and deformed in the spatial turbulence, eventually turning into two pools of boiling blood. They died without uttering a complete scream.

Just as Wang Yuanyuan dealt with the two demon lords, Yuehui's figure appeared in front of the dungeon door.

He raised his leg and delivered a powerful kick, sending the heavy iron door flying and crashing deep into the dungeon.

The stench that had been building up in the dungeon for so long suddenly burst forth, causing Moonbeam to frown and take a half-step back.

"Where is the water dungeon?" Chen Ying'er rushed into the dungeon impatiently, her eyes quickly scanning each cell.

The dark cells held many human prisoners, many of whom were knights captured on the battlefield.

Long Haochen and Han Yu immediately stepped forward to rescue them, swiftly and cleanly cutting the chains.

Each prisoner wore a black iron collar around their neck, the surface of which constantly emitted fluctuations of dark spiritual energy.

It was this strange device that sealed their spiritual power, rendering them unable to resist.

"Are you... sent by Yulong Pass to rescue us?" The rescued knights looked at Long Haochen and his group with hopeful eyes.

Although Yuehui and the others were all wearing full-body armor or veils and masks, obscuring their faces, the familiar aura of light spoke volumes.

Long Haochen nodded slightly: "Where exactly is the water prison located?"

"On the second basement level." A knight, missing his right arm, struggled to his feet; the bloodstains on his armor had turned black. "They're holding two young demon hunter leaders. They've been tortured terribly."

The group exchanged a solemn look.

Yuehui immediately made a decision: "Cai'er, Ying'er, and Lu Xi, come down with me. The rest of you continue to rescue the prisoners here."

Descending the damp stone steps to the second floor, the sight before them made all three gasp in shock—

In the murky sewage pool, two battered figures floated halfway up and halfway down.

Their wrists were pierced by thick iron nails, and dark red blood slowly seeped into the water.

The specially made, thickened collar was deeply embedded in the neck, and the raised spikes on the surface of the collar had become one with the flesh.

"You big idiot!"

Chen Ying'er's cries echoed in the dark dungeon.

When she saw Yang Wenzhao's miserable state, tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

That once spirited young man is now like a candle flickering in the wind, barely clinging to life.

Seemingly sensing the call of his beloved, Yang Wenzhao raised his head with difficulty.

When he caught sight of Chen Ying'er's tear-streaked face in his blurred vision, his chapped lips trembled slightly.
"Ying'er?"

The hoarse voice sounded like sandpaper rubbing, so weak that it was almost inaudible.

He then fell into a coma.

"Commander, please save this big idiot!" Chen Ying'er gripped Yuehui's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Yuehui's gaze darkened, and the Thousand Chance Umbrella in her hand instantly transformed into a longsword.

A flash of sword light, and two streams of spiritual energy slashed precisely at the chains.

"Cang! Cang!"

After the crisp sound of metal breaking, Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi's bodies fell limply into the sewage.

"idiot!"

Without hesitation, Chen Ying'er jumped into the murky pool, and Lu Xi followed closely behind.

Their clothes were soaked with sewage, but the two ignored it and struggled to drag the unconscious Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi ashore.

(End of this chapter)