Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 720 - 357: The Red Demon is the Natural Calamity

Chapter 720: Chapter 357: The Red Demon is the Natural Calamity

The Blood Flag fluttered fiercely; torrential rain poured down.

Jiang Shouzhong stood blankly in the piercing cold rain. The crimson-stained world before him seemed splattered with blood, a haze that carried a haunting, sinister allure.

He had no idea where he was.

Out of nowhere, he had appeared on a plaza filled with an oppressive chill.

Through the mirror-like polished crystal ground beneath him, he could clearly see his current appearance—a tall figure clad in black, imposing armor, resembling a god of war.

Yet beneath the cold, dark armor lay a stark white skeleton.

In the hollow sockets of his eyes burned two ghostly flames, casting an eerie, chilling light.

This form, he was all too familiar with.

It was identical to the Asura Undead Army he’d seen by the lake before.

Around him, countless undead soldiers identical to himself stood silently on the plaza, like motionless statues, wrapped in chains that dangled from their bodies.

The chains extended their terminus to a towering divine statue enveloped in the rain and mist.

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t discern the face of the divine statue.

It only seemed somewhat familiar.

The howl of the wind echoed intensely, each link of the chains producing a subdued, resonant sound in the gusts, adding a grim and solemn atmosphere.

"Commander, we await your orders."

A low voice sounded beside him, "The Red Demon has been temporarily sealed by the Empress. Success or failure hinges on this moment."

Jiang Shouzhong turned his head to look. The speaker was an Asura soldier.

The only difference between them was that the ghost flame in this soldier’s eye sockets wasn’t the same violet-gold hue as his own but a dimmer, pure violet.

A mark of a lower rank and strength.

Instinctively, Jiang Shouzhong raised his arm.

Cold, crimson raindrops splashed against his armor, as if blooming into tragic, blood-red flowers.

Swish!

The surrounding Asura undead soldiers synchronized, gripping the chains tightly and pulling forward.

The soldier who had spoken earlier silently donned the faceplate of his armor and murmured, "We pledge our lives to protect the Asura Clan, to protect the Empress, until death takes us."

Then, raising his voice, the soldier shouted, "Long live the Empress!"

In an instant, the surrounding soldiers responded in unison. The cries of "Long live the Empress!" erupted like a roaring flood, reverberating across the plaza.

As they collectively pulled the chains, the links stretched taut, resonating with metallic tension amidst splashes of rainwater droplets.

The towering divine statue began to lean forward, slowly, heavily.

Chunks of stone broke free under the strain, scattering. In mere moments, the statue’s arm was wrenched off, crashing to the ground with a thunderous roar, stirring up a cloud of dust.

As the colossal figure fell gradually, Jiang Shouzhong finally managed to glimpse the statue’s face.

Hong’er!

His heart trembled with shock.

The countenance of the divine statue... was identical to Qu Hongling!

"Commander, we Asura have no next life, only this one."

The soldier next to him, the ghost flames in his eye sockets dimming to near-extinction, spoke passionately as his voice grew resolute,

"But the future of the Asura cannot be extinguished! Today, if we perish for the survival of our clan, it doesn’t matter if future generations fail to remember us, so long as they live."

"As the Empress herself said, the Demon Clan refuses rebirth; it’s their short-sightedness. The Human Clan refuses ascension; it’s their self-dug grave. Yet us Asura—we will not bow to this calamity!"

"The calamity is the Red Demon! The Red Demon is the calamity!"

"The Red Demon seeks to annihilate us, so we shall destroy it first."

"No matter what the future holds, at least we Asura fought, even granting those damned Demon Clan and Human Clan a sliver of survival!"

"Commander, battling alongside you has been my honor, Jiang Shouzhong. This... is our farewell!"

Boom!

The divine statue crumbled into ruins.

The surrounding area, spanning hundreds of feet, was carved into a massive pit.

The torrential rain poured down like a flood from above, gradually filling the deep pit, transforming it into a vast lake.

Jiang Shouzhong’s body floated upward.

The other Asura soldiers’ corpses sank eternally to the bottom of the lake.

Jiang Shouzhong’s mind grew hazy, his consciousness flickering, feeling his spirit and form continually separating and merging anew.

Meanwhile, the shattered visage of the statue drew closer...

Staring at the half-familiar face, Jiang Shouzhong cautiously extended his hand, murmuring faintly, "Hong’er..."

At that moment, the statue abruptly opened its remaining eye.

A crimson glow swirled within its gaze.

In an instant, Jiang Shouzhong lost consciousness.

...

When Jiang Shouzhong regained consciousness, his head throbbed with pain.

Not the kind of pain within the skull, but the sharp, piercing agony as though the skull itself had been struck hard.

"Where is this place?"

Before him stretched a pitch-black void, his hand reaching out into the oppressive darkness without meeting light.

Reflexively, Jiang Shouzhong sat upright, only for his head to bump against some hard surface above him, seemingly trapped in a confined, closed space.

He winced, rubbing his bruised scalp, probing the structure around with cautious fingers. Just as his fingers brushed against something soft, an icy-cold woman’s voice cut through abruptly:

"If you dare touch me again, I will kill you!"

Jiang Shouzhong froze. "Jingjing? Miss Jingjing?"

No response came from the other side.

It felt as though she was brooding in silence, unwilling to engage.

Jiang Shouzhong asked again, "Where are we?"

The woman still remained mute.

Jiang Shouzhong found the capricious woman exhausting to deal with, her demeanor akin to someone in the throes of irrational fury.

It was only then that he noted his naked state.

He realized his clothes had vanished.

Recalling his earlier touch—that direct contact with her smooth skin—suddenly made sense of her inexplicable indignation.

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