NOVEL SIMPLE CHAPTER 350
CHAPTER 350: The Unseen Trap
After several days of probing, Huang Ti had discovered something unsettling. The power wielded by the Desolate Demon Lord was no longer weaker than his own. In their past encounters, Huang Ti had won more than he’d lost, but now, the Desolate Demon Lord’s strength had advanced—though by what means, Huang Ti couldn’t be sure.
In short, if he didn’t take this battle seriously and unleash his full divinity, he might not fare well this time.
Contemplating this, purple lightning surged around him once again. The deep violet hue gradually darkened into pitch-black, a clear sign that the power had become more condensed and ferocious.
On the opposite side, the Desolate Demon Lord raised his hand slowly. Earthen yellow demonic qi swirled in his palm, radiating a malevolent energy that seemed capable of obliterating all life, turning everything it touched to desolation.
“Thunder Movement, Roaring God!” The pitch-black lightning in Huang Ti’s hand transformed into a long spear. With a single step forward, he thrust the spear toward the Desolate Demon Lord, its tip cutting through the air like a bolt of lightning. Golden light flickered across the weapon.
It was the glow of the Divine Origin. Beneath the brilliant gold and dark thunder, the Desolate Demon Lord caught a glimpse of Huang Ti’s eyes, filled with intense battle intent.
The Desolate Demon Lord sighed.
“How boring,” he said softly. “And foolish.”
Seeing the shock in Huang Ti’s eyes, the Desolate Demon Lord lowered his guard completely.
He simply watched as Huang Ti’s killing blow approached, a twisted sneer forming on his plump face.
“You don’t even realize you’re being used as a pawn by others.”
Boom! The lethal move, Roaring God, hit its mark.
It was clear that the plump but sturdy body of the Desolate Demon Lord collapsed in an instant. The unrivaled force of Huang Ti’s attack penetrated everything, obliterating not just the Demon Lord but also the throne beneath him, reducing it to ashes in mere moments.
Not far away, dim demonic qi began to ripple, slowly reforming into the figure of the Desolate Demon Lord.
Huang Ti spun around, fury radiating from him as he roared, “What kind of trap have you set for me?! How dare you use me as a weapon?!”
The severely injured Desolate Demon Lord only laughed wildly. “Do you think I’m the one using you?” he sneered. “You fool! The one really using you as a weapon is your big brother—Lord Eternity!”
Huang Ti froze, stunned, as the Desolate Demon Lord’s mocking voice echoed in the space between them.
“I bet he never told you anything about the Supreme God, did he?”
Huang Ti immediately countered, “The Supreme God is far beyond us. How could my lord brother, Eternity, know anything about the Supreme God?”
“Oh… he knows,” the Demon Lord replied, his voice dripping with malice. “But that doesn’t matter. What’s important is that he’s likely never told you the true purpose of this war—between you, us, the Subverters—has he?”
These words finally silenced Huang Ti. After a pause, he gently waved the thunder spear in his hand, his voice calm but edged with tension. “Invasion and being invaded… Does that need to be explained? It’s simple.”
“Heh… Even you don’t believe that,” the Desolate Demon Lord sneered, his voice biting. “That guilt is written all over you.”
By now, more than half of the Desolate Demon Lord’s body had reformed, though his aura had weakened significantly. The devastating power of Roaring God had left its mark; while he had survived the blow, it had cost him dearly.
The outcome of the battle between the Desolate Demon Lord and Huang Ti had, in a sense, already been decided—just not in the way Huang Ti had ever imagined. He couldn’t grasp why the Desolate Demon Lord had chosen to allow his own defeat. Nor could he fully comprehend the meaning behind his cryptic words.
But as Huang Ti gazed at the Demon Lord's plump, battered face, he sighed deeply. “Forget it,” Huang Ti muttered. “Why am I bothering with all this talk? Taking your head back is what matters most.”
Huang Ti had never been one for complicated schemes. He was straightforward—sometimes to a fault—and stubborn. And like all straightforward people, he was firm in his beliefs and wouldn’t be easily swayed by the words of others. The Desolate Demon Lord knew this about him all too well.
The Demon Lord, still weakened but unbothered, simply pointed a fat finger toward the shattered remains of the throne beneath Huang Ti’s feet.
“Take my head back?” The Demon Lord let out a mocking chuckle. “You’re thinking too much. This time, it’s you who’s doomed.”
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Above the Abyss, no one had noticed the subtle shift in the battle’s outcome below. The only sign was the sudden stillness in the air as if the dust of the fierce battle had finally begun to settle.
“Who won?” one of the Divine Realm experts of the Eternal Clan asked aloud. Shufang, who stood beside him, shook his head slowly. “I’m not sure…”
He glanced to the side, and something caught his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, he realized that Jeros, who had been standing nearby, had disappeared without a trace.
“He ran?” Shufang murmured to himself, brow furrowed in confusion. “Then Lord Huang Ti must have won… right?”
But what Shufang didn’t know was that Jeros, who had fled long ago, had entirely different thoughts about the outcome. The reality was far more complicated than Shufang’s hopeful assumption.
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“The plan is successful.” Far away in the frozen lands, Jeros paused after running a great distance. Turning back, he cast a final glance at the Ten Thousand Devil Abyss.
Sensing the message from the Desolate Demon Lord, Jeros let out a heavy sigh of relief—but the worry in his eyes only deepened. He recalled the instructions given to him by the Desolate Demon Lord before the battle. Clenching his teeth, Jeros accelerated, flying through the sky at a frantic pace.
Or rather, escaping. It was as though some monstrous beast was chasing him.
“The plan succeeded,” he whispered to himself. “And with that… this world is finished.”
Fear echoed in his mind as he thought of what lay ahead. “I hope the Subverters’ information is right. And I hope that thing will truly protect the members of my Ancient Demon Clan.”
His thoughts raced as he flew, and in the distance, the new gathering place of the Ancient Demon Clan loomed ahead. Towering over it was the grotesque, giant tree with a human head at its summit. It stood as a silent sentinel, marking his destination.
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Back at the Abyss, Huang Ti followed the Desolate Demon Lord's gesture, lowering his gaze to the ground beneath him. At his feet lay the remnants of the Demon Lord's once-mighty throne—now shattered. The power of his attack, Roaring God, had done more than just obliterate the Demon Lord's divine body. It had torn through the throne, driving deep into the earth.
Now, Huang Ti stared at a deep, bottomless pit, about one meter in diameter.
He frowned. “So what?” he muttered. “And then what?”
He couldn’t understand why the Desolate Demon Lord had drawn his attention to this seemingly insignificant hole in the ground. What was so important about the ruins beneath his feet?
But then, a sudden flicker of dim red light began to glow from all directions. Huang Ti’s eyes widened in shock as the ground around him became illuminated by crimson patterns, like molten magma running through veins in the earth.
The red light contained destructive energy, but Huang Ti, the Guardian God, knew that its power was average. It wasn’t strong enough to be a real threat, at least not to him.
While he continued to assess the strange glow, evaluating its danger—Rumble! A series of explosions shook the ground beneath him.
The red light began to erupt violently, tracing the path of the magma-like patterns on the earth’s surface. The explosions followed a deliberate, well-planned sequence, following the intricate red designs, which looked as though they had been naturally formed.
The very crust of the Abyss began to quake. Huang Ti floated up, hovering in mid-air as the ground trembled beneath him. His expression grew solemn as he stared down, a mixture of confusion and concern clouding his mind.
Then, the voice of the Desolate Demon Lord echoed in his ears once more.
“Are you not going to ask what’s going on?”
End of Chapter 350