The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The scene before them began to blur, and Guan Jinyue's silver-white figure and the huge chains in the distance cast long shadows.

In the distance, Grandma could be faintly seen waving.

He raised his hand and wiped his face with the back of his hand, removing the sticky, warm residue from his hands.

He raised the scythe, his body completely out of his control, relying only on his last bit of instinct to take another step toward the seventh chain.

The seventh chain is right in front of us.

All that remained in Chen Guan's vision was a shimmering mass of color with a long, trailing tail of light.

The tinnitus was deafening, and every nerve in his body was twitching. He could no longer distinguish between pain and complete numbness.

Only one thought remained in my mind.

can't stop.

He raised the scythe, his blood-stained arm feeling as heavy as lead, the muscle fibers screaming with each lift.

With his last ounce of willpower, he gathered his crumbling strength and once again raised his weapon against the massive chain.

The blade was about to be raised above his head.

A hand reached out from the side and pressed down on the black blade.

That hand was long and strong, its skin pale from being deprived of sunlight, yet it carried a warm glow.

His hand was as steady as an iron clamp, pressing down on the trembling blade and preventing it from advancing even an inch further.

Chen Guan stopped moving.

He slowly turned his head, and in his blurry vision, he saw a figure.

The figure stood between him and the chains, wearing an ancient-style dark gold robe, with a few wisps of black flames still lingering around him.

His face was that of the arrogant and haughty young man from my memory, but now, there was not a trace of a smile in his purple-gold eyes.

Barr.

Baal has now completely solidified into a physical form.

"Enough, humans."

A deep, steady voice rang out, no longer echoing in the mind, but truly resonating in the vast underground space.

There was no snarling laughter, nor the usual teasing.

The voice contained a sound that Chen Guan had never heard before.

"If this continues, your brain will be burned through."

Barr looked at him, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The string of will that Chen Guan held snapped the moment he heard those words.

His last bit of strength was drained, his vision went black, and his body fell straight forward.

There was no pain like hitting the ground.

He stumbled into an embrace, not wide, but as steady as a mountain, and a faint smell, like burnt firewood, filled his nostrils.

"Tsk."

A soft click of the tongue came from above, tinged with disdain: "It looks terrible, all messed up like this."

Chen Guan wanted to ask a question, but when he opened his mouth, his throat was so dry it felt like it had been seared by hot coals, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word, only letting out a series of gasping sounds.

He felt a hand cover his eyes.

The cool touch against the burning skin brought a gentle force that dispelled the scorching heat that was threatening to consume reason in my mind.

As my tense nerves relaxed, the intense pain in my limbs seemed to lessen as well.

"Alright, stop pretending."

Baal's voice was very close: "With Lord Baal himself here, you, a half-dead human, don't need to worry about the rest."

"Stay put."

Chen Guan closed his eyes, and his consciousness returned to his brain.

At this moment, His gaze passed over Chen Guan's shoulder and fixed on what was behind him.

The smile in those purple-gold eyes gradually faded, replaced by the absolute indifference befitting the leader of the demon gods.

"And you."

His voice was not loud, but it was like a knife chilled to ice, piercing straight through.

"Haven't you seen enough?"

The moment the words fell, Chen Guan felt a brute force tear open the space behind him, in the darkness that Baal was staring at.

A tall, slender figure emerged from the crack.

He was wearing a dark gray high-necked long trench coat, the hem of which reached the ground, and as he walked, the dark gold lining flashed by.

His indigo hair shimmered like stardust under the silver light of the runes, and his golden, clockwork eyes swept across the entire area before finally settling on Baal.

Out of respect for Baal, He chose to appear in human form.

"Tsk."

Bahr clicked his tongue, his voice filled with undisguised disdain.

"Who do we have here, Lord Baal? It's you, you rascal."

Baimon.

Even though Chen Guan was so weak that he was on his last breath, he immediately guessed His identity.

It was that eerie demon god who silently guided them through the desolate city.

Baimon ignored Barna’s slightly insulting address, his gaze remaining calm and composed.

What are you doing here?

Barr's voice was irritable.

Baimon's gaze passed over Baal and landed on Guan Jinyue, who was not far away.

Guan Jinyue was watching the uninvited guest warily when Bal followed Baimon's gaze and suddenly smiled.

It was a smile of sudden realization.

"Oh, I understand."

His gaze swept back and forth between Baimon and Guan Jinyue, and his smile widened.

"Lord Baal was saying that this little girl is much more energetic than you."

"From beginning to end, she seemed to have inexhaustible energy. It turns out it was you, old man, who was behind it all, secretly pausing her time."

Chen Guan's muddled mind cleared up a bit, and he suddenly turned to look at Guan Jinyue. Baal's words explained the mystery; no wonder she did it so effortlessly.

Guan Jinyue's pure black eyes suddenly narrowed, fixing their gaze firmly on Bai Meng.

she does not know.

Even she herself was unaware that her body had been secretly interfered with by another demon god.

The feeling of being set up made her instinctively resist. There is no such thing as free kindness in the world; this gift must have come at a hidden price.

Facing Guan Jinyue's almost tangible gaze, Baimon's face remained completely expressionless.

He spoke calmly: "Your spatial talent shouldn't be wasted on meaningless physical exertion."

He readily admitted it.

"So, what is your purpose?"

Baal asked the question for her, his smile turning dangerous: "You came all the way to Lord Baal's sealed land just to admire your own masterpiece?"

"What? Even you can't escape the law of the murderer returning to the crime scene?"

Baimon finally shifted his gaze from Guan Jinyue and looked back at Baal.

"Making her your contractor is a waste."

He spoke words of extreme arrogance in an extremely calm tone.

The air pressure in the entire underground space plummeted to the bottom at that moment.

Baal's smile deepened, but the last trace of warmth vanished from his purplish-gold eyes.

The black flames surrounding Him expanded silently, dimming the silver light of the surrounding runes.

"They've tried to poach Lord Baal."

Baal's voice still carried a hint of laughter, but it was as cold as ice.

"Bymon, you've got some nerve."

"Whether it's wasteful or not is not for you to judge; only she can say for sure."

The gazes of the two supreme pillars met in the air, and the collision of their invisible wills made Chen Guan's eardrums buzz again.