Yama Rising

Chapter 515: Fated Finale (2)

Just then, an intense chill swept across their heads, and he instantly retracted his hands. Even then, he continued to hold his cell phone up midway, shaking it slightly.

“[In Nipponese] Delicious food--…” She ran her fingers gently across her lips. But before she could go on, her body suddenly contorted and vanished with a flourish of netherflames.

He could sense the movements of over a hundred Hellguard-class Yin spirits. It was a chilling sight. There were clearly over a hundred Hellguard-class Yin spirits swooping about menacingly right here in Martial City, and he could even tell that not a single one of them originated in Cathay!

Not far away, a ghastly flaming wheel rolled along the street, consuming every single lantern-toting Yin spirit in close proximity wherever it passed. Then, almost as though it had sensed Zhou Xianlong’s aura, it swiftly did an about-turn and screamed as it rolled swiftly in the opposite direction.

Mo Changhao nodded, “I’ve just detected intense energy fluctuations from the Lush Garden Acres site!”

No!”

“We’ve already done that.” An albatross walked over proudly, “Coincidentally, he’s also at the Lush Garden Acres site.”

“We’ve detected Prefect-class Yin energy fluctuations emanating from there just moments ago. Would he still be alive by the time we get there?”

“I can tell you with certainty that we’ve detected several energy fluctuations from him in quick succession earlier.”

“That’s right.” The albatross nodded, “And not true energy at that.”

………………………………………………..

Speak of the devil. How could I have forgotten about this damn bystander over there…

In fact, Susa Boy could sense the presence of a terrifying aura of a god-tier artifact.

“You seek death?!” Susa Boy bellowed with great fury. It had been 15 minutes since Hell’s gate had first opened and the Yin soldiers had appeared. According to the records, the Abyssal Prefects of Hell would soon arrive in the mortal realm. The old man’s intervention had come at the most ill-opportune time! It was an intervention that had completely snuffed out his chances of catching up to Qin Ye altogether!

“Try me.”

But, he dared not.

“Count yourself lucky…” With that, Susa Boy’s body began to transform into a nethergale as he motioned to retreat.

That said, he didn’t expect to elicit a response from Qin Ye, “Count myself lucky?”

Qin Ye’s body fluctuated like a reflection in rippling waters. Copious amounts of Yin energy dispersed around him as he looked up with a grimace, “You’re the one who should be counting your lucky stars…”

A full five minutes had finally lapsed!

Buzz… Fate erupted with brilliant golden light once more. But this time, Fate didn’t tremble with the eruption of light, because it was instead the words that had already been written that glowed with a radiant lustre.

“It’s not going to be long now…” He glanced at the vast canopy of the skies ahead, “The grand finale to this masterpiece… is almost upon us…”

“I’ll meet with him eventually. But now isn’t the time.” The Second King Yanluo stood up, “There are some things that I’ll have to personally teach him. But… I’d like to put off getting pummeled by that man for as long as I can.”

“Let’s wait until the grand finale is over.” He patted the Harken’s paw gently, “I’ll help you out. You’ve not gone back to the mortal realm for some time, have you? Go give him your support. It pains me to see Hell’s decrepit state right now.”

With that, he tapped the Harken gently, and the Harken vanished instantly.

Whoosh… The daolord of the asura immediately greeted Qin Ye as soon as he appeared in Hell once more, “Dear me, dear me… Yanluo Qin, what happened--…”

He could clearly see Qin Ye’s pale expression, the trickle of blood running down the corner of his lips, and… even the stench of an Abyssal Prefect on his body.

This was the first thought that occurred to him.

Hell’s gate had opened once more on the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival. The King Yanluo of Hell had personally taken to overseeing things back in the mortal realm, only to return wounded and weary. Hell clearly wasn’t doing as well as it made itself out to be.

“Yanluo Qin.” He helped Qin Ye up, “How did you get yourself injured like that?”

At once, Qin Ye grabbed him by the throat and lifted his frail and feeble body up.

“Daolord of the asura…” Qin Ye grimaced as he wiped the trickle of blood off the corner of his lips, “If you still wish to earn yourself that place in Hell, you’d do well to behave yourself and watch your words.”

But he sensibly suppressed his innermost desires as soon as he heard Qin Ye’s words of caution to him.

“Concern?” Qin Ye suddenly laughed. Then, with a firm nod, he leaned in and whispered to the daolord, “Would you like to see the true might of Hell?”

“Is that a yes, or is that a no?”

“Very well.” Qin Ye smiled and took a step back. A split second later, a piece of scale flew into the air, and a wave of boundless Yin energy filled the air. At once, the daolord’s mind went numb, and he knelt to the ground with a resounding thud.

This is Lord Harken’s Yin energy!

How fortunately that he had only been probing at the depths of Hell’s might earlier. Otherwise, who knows what fate would befall him?

“T-t-this lowly one humbly greets Lord Harken!!!” The daolord hissed at once. That said, the Harken didn’t even bother to acknowledge his existence. Instead, the Harken simply turned to Qin Ye, “What is it?”

The six paths of reincarnation!

This was the first time his heart had been filled with such intense murderous intent… as well as a trace of worry.

Qin Ye wanted to save Lee Jung-sook.

“All troops, heed my command!” His voice suddenly thundered in the ears of all Yin soldiers, “Assemble at once. We move out in three minutes to quell a rebellion!”

It was only then that Qin Ye turned back and glanced at the scale that was suspended in the air, “Lord Harken, do I have the honour of your company as well?”

“It is my duty and honour to do so.”