Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?

Chapter 817: A Mere Pseudo-Immortal

"Run! Damn legs, run faster!"Above the North Sea, a blurry black shadow was fleeing in panic.

This was probably the second time Wu E had ever despised the Taotie's physical shell so much. Chen Niu's avatar plan had completely collapsed. It hadn't fused with a single Fierce Beast's demonic soul, resulting in its current strength being only at the late-stage Divine Transformation realm.

Admittedly, the late-stage Divine Transformation realm also had decent flight speed.

But compared to the speed with which that bone-chilling killing intent was approaching, it was no different from a turtle crawling on the ground.

However, there wasn't absolutely no hope of escape.

As long as it could flee to the center of the North Sea.

That was currently the weakest point of the Immortal-Mortal passageway. Once it reached there, its true body would be able to perform a Divine Descent using the minimal amount of power. At that time, no matter who was chasing it, they would ultimately be counter-killed by its true body descending.

"Scum! So you're the one who stole this king's physical shell? Where do you think you're going?"

A thunderous roar like the crash of thunder erupted behind Wu E, startling it so badly its whole body shook, nearly causing it to wet itself. The pursuer hadn't fully manifested yet, but that terrifying pressure already made Wu E's scalp go numb.

That aura was all too familiar to it—it was the aura of the Taotie.

Moreover, it was the Taotie at nearly its peak strength!

"Help!"

Wu E's avatar roared towards the gloomy, overcast sky.

But how could its voice possibly reach the Immortal Realm?

"Help? Thinking of begging for rescue now? Too late!"

With a cold snort, Chen Huaian had already appeared in front of Wu E one step ahead of the Taotie. A flash of sword light, and he stepped out riding on sword energy, his sword in a backhand grip aimed straight at Wu E's head.

This sword strike was extremely fast. However, just as the blade was about to sever Wu E's head, Chen Huaian hesitated—he knew full well how terrifying his Sword Intent was. If he truly killed Wu E with his own sword, wouldn't this Taotie's physical shell be minced into ground meat by his violent Sword Intent? For safety's sake, it was better to play it safe.

Thus, Chen Huaian flicked his wrist. The moment his long sword returned to its sheath, the silvery-white Sword Intent around his body abruptly surged violently, weaving into an airtight sword net in the air like countless fine needles, firmly enveloping the area several zhang around Wu E.

The Sword Qi at the edges of the net rustled and hissed, slicing the air until ripples appeared. Even the North Sea's waves were forced back several feet by this imposing might.

"Muscle Tyrant, make your move! This physical shell must be reclaimed by you personally."

Chen Huaian's voice was icy, his gaze locked firmly on Wu E trapped in the net—he understood clearly that only if the Taotie personally refined this physical shell could it truly return to its peak. The power of anyone else would only destroy this fleshly body that carried the Fierce Beast's origin.

Wu E inside the net, who had been struggling initially, suddenly stopped moving upon hearing these words.

As if sensing something, the panic on its face receded like a tide, replaced by an almost insane, ferocious grin.

It raised its head, looking up at the gloomy, overcast sky canopy, its voice sharp and piercing, "Make your move? Heh heh heh! Chen Huaian! And you, this soulless Taotie! You're both finished!

My true body has already sensed my location. The weak point of the Immortal-Mortal passageway is right here at the center of the North Sea—it's going to descend!

Once my true body comes down, the two of you won't even be qualified to be snacks for my true body!"

"Not good!" Chen Huaian's expression changed drastically, and the sword net abruptly tightened. "Muscle Tyrant, use your Devouring Divine Ability quickly! Don't give it any chance!"

Before his words faded, a pitch-black gale suddenly swept in from behind Chen Huaian.

The wind carried a terrifying suction force capable of swallowing and absorbing all things—it was precisely the Taotie's innate divine ability!

The black wind column rushed straight at Wu E. Wherever it passed, even the silvery-white Sword Intent on the sword net was slightly distorted by the suction. The protective demonic energy around Wu E's body was instantly torn apart by the wind, revealing the scaly armor body belonging to the Taotie beneath.

A flash of ruthless determination crossed Wu E's eyes. It clearly knew what the Taotie intended to do.

It suddenly gritted its teeth, and a layer of gray, hazy mist began to emanate from its entire body.

This gray mist was identical to what Chen Huaian usually observed on Ascenders.

The mist enveloped its divine soul, actually forcibly peeling it out from within the Taotie's physical shell.

The body belonging to the Taotie, having lost the support of the divine soul, collapsed limply to the ground. Yet, the moment it made contact with the black wind column, it was swept up by the wind and drifted towards the black shadow behind Chen Huaian—which was none other than Muscle Tyrant, gradually coalescing into form.

"Want to swallow me along with it? Not that easy! As long as my divine soul remains, my true body can lock onto the location!"

Wu E's remnant soul roared within the gray mist. The mist, carrying its divine soul, actually slammed fiercely into Chen Huaian's sword net.

Crack—!

The Sword Intent on the net instantly pierced through the gray mist, countless strands of Sword Qi slicing into its divine soul.

"How is this possible?! What kind of Sword Intent is this, that it can actually tear apart immortal power..."

Wu E let out a shrill, miserable wail. Its divine soul was cut into incomplete fragments, yet it still relied on the bizarre power of the gray mist to forcibly tear open a gap, fleeing towards the direction of the North Sea's center.

"Chen Huaian! Taotie! Just you wait! My true body won't let you off—"

The remnant soul was still cackling ferociously in mid-air.

Before its words finished, a sky-blotting, earth-covering black giant claw suddenly reached down from the cloud layer.

The giant claw was covered in coarse scales, its claw-tips gleaming with an ink-green cold light. With just a gentle squeeze, Wu E's remnant soul turned to dust within the claw's grasp, not even having time to let out a single scream.

The giant claw slowly retracted back into the cloud layer. But the sky at this moment was no longer simply gloomy—thick, dark clouds churned and rolled unceasingly. Purple lightning flashed and weaved through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the faint, massive, shifting silhouette vaguely discernible within the cloud layer.

That silhouette was too enormous. Even revealing just a corner of it, one could see a body covered in dark golden dragon scales, and a pair of folded bat-like wings. The folds at the edges of the wings still clung to undispersed gray mist.

Most horrifying of all, a pair of crimson beams of light shot down from within the cloud layer, like two bloody moons, firmly nailing Chen Huaian and the Taotie in place. That oppressive pressure was like a tangible mountain range, crashing down with a thunderous impact, making Chen Huaian's chest feel as if blocked by a massive boulder, his breathing becoming difficult.

"Demon Immortal Wu E..." Chen Huaian clenched the long sword in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

He could clearly feel the earth and stones from the surrounding heavens and earth converging towards the silhouette within the cloud layer—sand, soil, gravel, even the reefs from the seabed, all broke free from gravity's restraint, coalescing in mid-air to form a massive body.

Soon, a complete Demon Immortal figure appeared beneath the cloud layer:

On that crocodile-like head, two curved giant horns pierced through the clouds. Fangs protruded from its mouth, drool dripping down, splashing on the sea surface and raising waves several zhang high.

Its body was covered in dark golden dragon scales, each scale the size of a millstone. Ink-green venom seeped from the gaps between the scales, falling into the sea, where the seawater instantly foamed and turned black.

The bat-like wings on its back unfolded, actually spanning hundreds of zhang in width. With each flap, howling gales arose, the North Sea's waves churned up dozens of zhang high, crashing towards the surroundings. Its four limbs were thick as giant pillars, claws sinking deep into the earth-and-stone body it had coalesced. Every movement caused the heavens and earth to tremble slightly.

On the other side, the physical shell reclaimed by the Taotie was being reshaped within the black wind column—the originally limp body gradually expanded, dark purple scale armor once again covering its entire form. Four curved horns grew from its head. A pair of crimson eyes slowly opened. The baleful energy around it intertwined with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, clearly also accelerating the coalescence of its fleshly body and the recovery of its power.

Demon Immortal Wu E's gaze swept over the coalescing Taotie, finally landing on Chen Huaian—Chen Huaian stood firmly, long sword in hand, steadily blocking the path before the black wind column nurturing the Taotie.

"Human cultivator," Demon Immortal Wu E's voice rumbled like thunder rolling over the sea surface, carrying an indisputable authority, "why do you aid this Taotie? Do you not know it is a great calamity of this world? Since ancient times, it has taken pleasure in devouring all things. If it recovers to its peak, both this Mortal Realm and even the Immortal Realm will suffer disaster?"

It paused, ink-green venom dripping from its fangs, its tone growing even colder:

"I am Demon Immortal Wu E, one of the Four Great Demon Immortals under the command of the Divine Joy Emperor. By the Emperor's order, I have come specifically to subdue this calamity.

If you know what's good for you, get lost quickly! Don't hinder This Venerable One's task!

Otherwise, This Venerable One won't mind crushing you along with it!"

As the words fell, the oppressive pressure surged once more.

The gale-force wind brushed against his face. Chen Huaian's knees bent slightly. He stabbed the Black Scales Sword into a seabed reef, barely managing to support his posture.

Yet his gaze remained resolute, fixed firmly on Demon Immortal Wu E, without the slightest intention of retreat.

"Hah! Quite the Demon Immortal!"

He was Chen Huaian.

He was also a Great Ascension Stage cultivator of the Cangyun Realm.

He didn't even fear Heaven's Might!

How could this mere pseudo-immortal of Earth Star be worthy of making him, Chen, bow his head?