Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

The night wind at Jiangzhou Port carried the salty, fishy smell unique to the East China Sea, but at this moment, it was completely covered by a burnt stench and the lingering warmth of pure yang thunder and fire.

Lin Ye transformed into a golden-red streak of light and plunged into the sea of ​​fire.

Outside the cruise ship wreckage, Leng Yue and Shuang Xing's teamwork was flawless, perfectly embodying the phrase "closing the door to beat the dog".

"Sister, there are so many disgusting little bugs trying to escape from this water!"

Froststar stood on a huge rock at the edge of the dock.

Her signature silver-blue twin ponytails moved erratically even without wind, and her heterochromatic eyes flashed with an excited, cold light.

She didn't need to use the dark blue bone knife at all; she simply placed her delicate little feet, clad in adorable sandals, lightly on the sea surface.

"Snap, snap!"

An absolute zero, capable of freezing even the soul, spread wildly outwards from her fair toes towards the sea in all directions!

The once turbulent East China Sea was frozen into a layer of ice several meters thick within just a few seconds!

Those mutated corpses and fleshy tentacles that tried to escape with the seawater and clung to the bottom of the cruise ship were instantly frozen into crystal-clear ice sculptures, their ferocious and menacing postures forever frozen on the ice.

"Stay put and don't let those dirty things soil your husband's shoes."

Leng Yue stood on the other side, stretching out her slender, pale hand, her fingertips gently tracing a line in the air.

"Boom!"

A dark red lotus fire wall, tens of feet high, rose up from the ground, clinging to the edge of Froststar's frozen ice surface!

The extremely cold ghostly corpse energy and the extremely hot red lotus karmic fire, these two extreme forces that should be incompatible, formed a strange balance at this moment, sealing the entire broken "Amaterasu" in an absolute cage of ice and fire!

far away.

Standing next to the armored vehicle of the Ninth Bureau, Gao Guoliang watched this scene through binoculars, his legs going weak.

"Deputy Director...this...this is Mr. Lin's family member?"

A Ninth Bureau Special Operations Agent swallowed hard, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"One foot freezes the sea, a raised hand summons a wall of karmic fire... Is this some kind of legendary god?!"

Gao Guoliang gave a wry smile and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Stop looking. Move the cordon back two kilometers."

"Tonight, with Boss Lin guarding the East China Sea defense line of the Great Xia Kingdom, even if you moved the entire Takamagahara of the Sakura Kingdom over here, they would still be defeated and sunk to the ground."

Chu Hongyan bit her red lips, her beautiful phoenix eyes fixed on the direction of the cruise ship ruins:

"That bastard... it's always impossible to figure out just how strong he really is..."

Meanwhile, inside the cruise ship, at the bottom of the ruins.

Lin Ye nimbly moved between the tilted and collapsed luxury cabins.

The air around us was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood.

This luxury cruise ship, a symbol of wealth and power, has now become a living hell.

Countless mutilated corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Judging from the magnificent hunting robes they still wore, they were none other than the Japanese Onmyoji and wealthy nobles.

"Tsk tsk, how tragic. They spent billions on a ticket, only to get on a pirate ship and become a buffet for their own monsters."

Lin Ye stepped over a dried-up corpse of an Onmyoji whose life essence had been drained, kicked away a samurai sword that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but start his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments) mode.

"They look so powerful in movies, with things like shikigami and the five elements, but when they encounter the real thing, they all turn into takeout meals."

"This is a classic case of not working hard in ordinary times, only to regret it later when trying to escape."

While he was spouting nonsense, his eyes, like radar, were fixed on the direction of the bottom of the cruise ship.

The core of the ancient demon's body, which had been shattered by his Taiyi Divine Thunder, was lurking there!

As Lin Ye ventured deeper into the forest, the surrounding light grew increasingly dim.

The lower decks, which should have been submerged by seawater, were now filled with a layer of pink mist that emitted a strange fragrance.

"Um?"

Lin Ye stopped and sniffed.

The pink mist carries a sweet, aphrodisiac floral scent that can penetrate directly into a man's bones, arousing his most primal desires.

"So, unable to win, they're resorting to poison gas? Or this low-down aphrodisiac miasma?"

Lin Ye chuckled.

If it were an ordinary cultivator from the Xuanmen sect, once they inhaled this pink demonic miasma released by an ancient demon, their blood and qi would reverse within three seconds, they would fall into endless hallucinations, and eventually die from exhaustion.

But he is a freak who possesses the third stage of the Pure Yang Dao Body, "Supreme Yang Golden Blood"!

This level of poisonous miasma couldn't even be broken through by his pure Yang Qi; it was evaporated into nothingness the moment it got close.

"Bang!"

Lin Ye kicked open the heavily deformed iron door of the engine compartment.

The sight inside made him raise an eyebrow.

Inside the massive engine compartment, there was no grotesque and terrifying giant beast body as one might have imagined, nor any disgusting scene of tentacles flying around.

Instead, the environment here, transformed by sorcery, has become a Japanese-style interior filled with classical Eastern charm.

The tatami mats were covered with precious brocade, and the screens around the perimeter were painted with lifelike ukiyo-e prints.

Cherry blossom petals drifted in the air, accompanied by the alluring sound of a shamisen.

In the very center of the room, on that large mahogany low couch.

A woman was lying there.

A peerless beauty who could make 99% of the men in the world fall in love at first sight!

It was the ancient demon known as the "Yamata no Blood Mirage".

Its greatest skill lies in penetrating the deepest desires of the human heart, using illusions to deliver fatal seduction and counterattack.

Having witnessed Lin Ye's devastating Pure Yang Thunder Technique, this ancient monster, who had lived for over a thousand years, knew very well that a direct confrontation would only lead to its death.

It felt that although this Eastern man's pure yang body was domineering, as long as he was a man, he could not escape the danger of lust.

With just her most powerful illusion technique, she could completely drain this terrifying man dry!

The woman, who had transformed from a mirage, was dressed in an elaborate and gorgeous Japanese courtesan kimono.

However, the way the kimono was worn was quite frivolous.

Her neckline was wide open, exposing her fair and delicate shoulders to the air. Following the delicate collarbone down, there were two full, white mounds that seemed ready to burst out of her clothes at any moment.

Even Helena, who was just serving tea to Lin Ye up there, would probably have to admit defeat in the face of such an exaggerated curve.

The woman's long hair was scattered on the tatami mat, her face a blend of innocence and allure, her eyes sparkling, with a captivating blush at the corners.

She lay half-reclined on the tatami mat, her upper body slightly leaning back, her hands supporting her behind her.

The hem of that gorgeous kimono had already been boldly lifted up to her waist.

Two plump and slender jade legs were boldly spread apart to the sides in the pink mist.

Knees slightly bent, toes touching the soft mat.

The view of the upper thighs was faintly visible under the semi-transparent silk gauze.

The visual impact of that push-and-pull dynamic is practically pushing the limits of human reason.

A few glistening beads of sweat slid down her fair neck, eventually disappearing into the deep, unfathomable cleavage.