Chapter 50: Foxy’s Assist
All of the Black Spider Silk simultaneously tightened in an instant. The colossal flesh monster let out a series of garbled, ear-piercing howls. Irene strained with all her might, controlling the pitch-black threads as they continuously shifted and intertwined midair, forming traction ropes that slowly dragged the creature toward the Great Door.
Yu Sheng fought desperately to hold the unusually wide Great Door open, trying to make it even wider and more stable.
The power of the ‘Door’ inherently isolates environments from each other. Simply opening it would not directly release the harsh conditions from one side to the other. To incinerate the monster, it had to be thrown entirely through.
Under normal circumstances, this isolation trait was a blessing. It prevented catastrophic accidents if Yu Sheng accidentally opened a portal to a dangerous place. However, right now, Yu Sheng genuinely wished the Door would merge both sides without protective measures. That way, he could simply open the Door into a lake of molten lava, letting the scorching magma spill out and roast the creature alive, saving him a world of trouble.
But that was just a fleeting thought—Yu Sheng barely had a grasp of the ‘Door’s’ power. Ensuring it opened at the correct location was already a challenge, let alone using it as a flexible attack method.
While his thoughts raced, the monster had already been dragged to the Door’s edge, with part of its grotesque limbs forcefully squeezed inside. Through the Great Door, Yu Sheng saw the exposed limbs rapidly dehydrating, igniting, and carbonizing under the infernal temperatures.
For a moment, he felt as though his own limbs were burning.
The flesh monster’s struggle suddenly became frenzied. Even the ‘Hunger,’ driven purely by primal instincts, sensed immense danger and fear. Every limb trembled violently within the Spiderweb, splitting open with countless new orifices—eyes, mouths, fangs, tendrils, and even Human-like facial features and limbs, all grotesquely protruding at once.
A harsh, shrill roar echoed from its twisted maws, and the proximity of its shrieking sent a cacophonous storm surging through Yu Sheng’s mind. His ears buzzed painfully, thoughts spinning into chaos. Yet, he remained steadfast, gripping the spectral handle of the Door, watching as the monster was pushed inch by inch through the portal to perdition.
Then he heard it—a series of unsettling cracking sounds.
Startled, Yu Sheng looked up toward the noise.
It wasn’t Irene’s threads snapping—Little Doll had put her all into it, not a single chain had broken. It was the monster’s flesh and distorted limbs that were tearing apart.
The creature started to break free from the airborne Spiderweb, ripping its own body into shreds. Blood and flesh scattered, with no indication of pain. The restrained limbs were torn off without hesitation, only for new ones to grow from the gory mess, clutching nearby rocks to accelerate its escape.
It had become a shifting, amorphous mass of flesh, rapidly morphing and flowing through the gaps in the webs.
It was adapting to Irene’s Spiderweb, learning a new physiological structure.
“I can’t hold it any longer!” Irene’s shrill voice echoed from not far away. “My body’s breaking too! Think of something, Yu Sheng!”
Turning back, Yu Sheng saw fine cracks spreading across Irene’s arms and cheeks. The Doll’s body was slowly crumbling.
“Damn it!”
Cursing under his breath, Yu Sheng tried to grab the monster with one hand while still holding the Great Door open with the other.
Just then, the sound of wind whistled past his ears, carrying with it the unmistakable howl of a wolf.
A wolf howl?
Yu Sheng looked up in confusion, seeing shadows streaking across the night sky. Phantom Wolf silhouettes took shape, howling and running through the air before crashing one after another into the monster, biting and tearing at its flesh, slowing its distorted, wriggling movements.
Then, a powerful voice boomed behind him, resolute and forceful: “I’ll help you!”
A massive figure, nearly two meters tall, surged forward like a gust of wind, launching a flying kick midair. The impact landed like a boulder smashing into the monster, emitting a dull thud.
The monster’s massive body, caught off guard, was shoved helplessly toward the Great Door, its relentless thrashing and deformed howling unable to delay its descent into the infernal passage.
The burly man who had delivered the kick landed gracefully, casting a smirk over his shoulder at Yu Sheng.
“Lucky I made it in time…”
Then he saw Yu Sheng’s face.
The expression on the burly man’s face instantly froze, his eyes wide with shock, as if struck by lightning. A look of despair filled his gaze, as if he had just been duped by a brainless Supreme Leader into transferring from one front line to another equally brutal one.
Yu Sheng, however, had no time to ponder why the man’s expression had turned so complex. He was too busy dealing with the monstrous flesh beast that had once again begun to struggle, even though half its body had already been pushed into the Phantom Door and burned to charcoal. The remaining half remained stubbornly wedged at the doorway, regenerating at an alarming speed.
Some inexplicable connection allowed Yu Sheng to sense… rage and hatred. Those trembling eyes of the beast began to flicker with the primitive glow of “emotion” and dim glimmers of thought.
The nameless burly man also sensed the disturbance, quickly raising his head and blurting out, “Damn it! It can still resist!”
Just then, Irene’s panicked scream cut through the air: “It snapped!”
Doll’s arms were covered in cracks, and the black threads binding the Spiderweb snapped one by one with sharp, echoing cracks before vanishing entirely.
The giant beast broke free.
Just as Yu Sheng felt despair surging, about to call for the others to retreat, his peripheral vision caught a sudden surge of brilliant blue flames.
Cowering behind a broken wall nearby, Foxy had finally gathered her courage to step out. Her eyes burned with wild determination as she crouched low to the ground, like a feral beast on the prowl. Her silver-white fox tails flared out against the night sky, and intense blue spirit flames erupted at the tips of each one.
The Demon Fox Maiden let out a low, rumbling growl. Almost instantly, sharp black spikes and splintered bone fragments burst from her limbs and torso, pinning her to the ground.
Yu Sheng cried out in panic, “Don’t worry about this—”
Before he could finish, Foxy, pinned as she was, took a single, forceful step forward, shattering the restraints like brittle glass. With a sudden shift of stance, the Fox Fire ignited violently—a dazzling flash ripped through the darkness as the silver cone launched like a rocket, blazing with eerie blue flames from its rear.
Yu Sheng barely had time to register what had just happened before the monster’s back erupted in an intense flare. Even though Foxy had deliberately controlled the blast radius, the sheer force of the explosion left Yu Sheng feeling like his bones had been shattered by the shockwave. As for the monster that had taken the direct hit, it staggered and swayed before finally losing balance and plummeting fully into the Phantom Door.
Amidst the rapidly receding roars, Yu Sheng hastily released his control over the Phantom Door. The ethereal portal vanished in an instant, leaving behind an eerie and almost surreal silence within the ruins of the broken temple.
Irene collapsed to the ground, her shattered arms too damaged to even lift.
A red-clad girl riding on the back of a Phantom Wolf entered from outside the ruins, her face filled with astonishment. Beside her stood a seemingly ordinary black-haired young man, who froze upon spotting Yu Sheng, his expression subtly shifting as though dredging up an old memory.
The towering burly man, nearly two meters tall, stood there, eyes wide, staring blankly at where the Phantom Door had vanished, his mind clearly caught up in confused contemplation.
Yu Sheng had no time to acknowledge his unexpected temporary allies, his attention snapping back to Foxy’s direction.
The Demon Fox Maiden was struggling to stand, the Fox Fire behind her noticeably dimmer, but she was alive.
Yu Sheng blinked, his mind in disarray. So… what was that earlier? Wasn’t it supposed to be a headbutt?
He then noticed that one of Foxy’s tails was missing.
Yu Sheng: “…”
What… did this young lady just launch? Can that even be done?!
Utterly stupefied, Yu Sheng couldn’t process the revelation that the blazing silver cone was actually one of Foxy’s tails. The shock of that realization momentarily outweighed the thrill of defeating such a formidable foe.
Though he lacked any knowledge of Immortal Arts or Fox Sorcery, some instinct told him that no matter what mystical skills existed, none should involve a Nine Tailed Fox firing her own tail as a missile…
Meanwhile, Foxy had no idea why her Benefactor’s face was so bewildered. She was merely struggling to rise, her wounds already healed from the black spikes that had pierced her body. Stumbling, she made her way to Yu Sheng, her face anxious. “Benefactor…”
Yu Sheng hurried to support the barely standing Demon Fox Maiden. “Rest for a while—”
Foxy cut him off with urgency, “No rest, Benefactor! It’s not over yet!”
Yu Sheng froze.