Come to Hell with Me

[Holy crap, he's hacking!]

[Does anyone else think this mysterious coffin guy is super weird? He always uses some indescribable, bizarre moves to elbow different enemies.]

[Who remembers when Chen Guan got killed by a few wolves before? Guess he's finally stopped acting.]

[Actually, Chen Guan's ability must scale to his opponent. He fights evenly with wolves, and he fights evenly with a Demon God.]

"You... you're a Contractor too?"

Guan Jinyue's surprise gradually turned into realization. Looking at the thinly dressed young man who had set down his coffin, as Baal's Contractor, she could naturally sense which demon the power contained in Chen Guan's previous strike originated from.

But she was puzzled: "Since we are both Contractors, why did you..."

"He is not."

A cold human voice descended. High in the sky, the figure of a cold and noble young boy floated down.

"He is merely a thief, a burglar."

Seeing the boy, Guan Jinyue bowed slightly: "Baal, why... why did you come personally?"

Even if it was just a clone, it was surprising enough for Guan Jinyue. After all, it was originally just a projection descending, but now it was frantically growing flesh and blood.

Despite Baal taking the form of a young boy, Guan Jinyue knew very well that Baal's actual age was over a thousand years. This old demon just liked to pretend to be young.

"I came to see this thief."

Baal raised his eyes and stared at Chen Guan, the slight warmth from his conversation with Guan Jinyue vanishing from his gaze. Chen Guan stood in place, his loosely clenched hands trembling slightly, fine sparks and ash-like motes of light falling through his fingers.

His eyes still reflected that burning world, but at this moment, the fire of that world had also burned into the depths of his eyes.

Forcibly wielding an echo of a myth far beyond his own understanding was like holding a red-hot branding iron. The agonizing backlash was burning his soul along an invisible connection.

With the original owner face-to-face, the newly recorded echo instantly became berserk.

What was even more terrifying was a cold spiritual energy mark firmly nailed deep into his soul. That was the attention of the Demon God Baal.

"Chen Guan!" Su Yuehe cried out in alarm.

Chen Guan simply raised his hand. Even facing Baal, he showed no fear, the flames in his eyes burning fiercely.

"You stole the embers of the end."

Baal's expression held only the coldness of being offended: "Do you know the fate of those who steal power that does not belong to them?"

Answering Baal was Chen Guan's immediate attack. He hurled the imagery of that burning world like throwing a javelin right at the concept of Baal's existence.

The blood-red hue on the horizon seemed to have boiling oil poured over it, exploding into a boundless sea of fire. This sea of fire unnaturally rolled upwards, like a greedy giant maw, biting towards Baal's not-so-tall torso.

The howling of the wind turned into the wails of all things before they burned out. The burning fire carried a domineering force that destroyed everything. The thunder was the crisp sound of rules cracking in the burning, and the flowing water evaporated into nothingness before it could even drip.

The demonic power surging around Baal now encountered the most homologous yet most contradictory power.

It was the same power of ending, yet ignited by a tiny individual with absolute resolve, burning back at the very source of this concept.

Baal only found it amusing: "You will die, human."

"Then plunge into hell with me, Demon God."

Chen Guan did not retreat but advanced. His burning eyes locked onto that casual figure. His loosely clenched hands suddenly clamped together, as if compressing the power stolen from Baal into a blazing core like a heart.

Then, he pressed it into the reality before his eyes.

Centered on Chen Guan, a domain with a radius of a hundred meters, composed entirely of blazing white fury, violently expanded, barely keeping An Changqing and the others outside.

This domain was more like a slice of a world undergoing a high-speed incineration process. Inside the domain, all elements were frantically burning towards annihilation, and even Baal himself was already engulfed in flames.

This was Chen Guan's desperate gamble.

He couldn't truly drive a complete mythical authority like Baal's, but he had stolen a trace of the essence of the burning world, and used his own ability, will, and even life as firewood to ignite this temporary crematorium.

He was using Baal's power to forge a forbidden ground to burn Baal's very existence.

However, the pity in His eyes only deepened. He was just a clone, but a human with a bright future was cutting off his own path, choosing to step into destruction alongside a trivial clone. How foolish.

Even if Baal did nothing, this human would die, beyond saving by even the gods.

Moreover, as a dignified Demon God, how could He be killed by a weak human? Not interfering was just to see what it looked like to be attacked by His own power.

"Courting your own destruction."

However, right at this moment.

"Whether there's destruction or not, I have the final say."

A familiar voice, carrying a bit of teasing, floated out lightly.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

A pale, slender hand appeared out of thin air, its fingers held together like a blade, and swiped casually at Baal in the air.

The movement was relaxed and effortless, like brushing dust off a table.

A pale white blade aura silently sliced through space.

There was no earth-shattering sound.

The Baal who had just seemed invincible, along with the churning dark red mist around it, the flashing crimson lightning, and that bone-chilling Demon God's will, were cleanly and neatly erased from the level of existence, like a pencil drawing wiped away by an eraser.

Clean and complete, without a trace left behind.

The sky above Scorched Rift Valley returned to its dim, yellowish color. Only the massive spiritual energy that hadn't completely dissipated remained, proving that the apocalyptic scene just now was no illusion.

Space emitted faint ripples, and the first thing to catch the eye was a pair of white boots.

Followed by white clothes, a white hat, and that unique white mask.

White Tiger!

The pressure suddenly vanished. An Changqing, Long Ao, and Su Yuehe staggered backward, almost collapsing from exhaustion.

Chen Guan felt the cold mark deep in his soul instantly lose its source. Although a hint of chill remained, the erosion had stopped.

His condition was much worse than Baal's had been just a moment ago. His entire body felt like red-hot iron, his skin had long cracked from dryness, and his life had entered a countdown. He held on with his last breath and looked toward the source of the voice.

White Tiger was still wearing that simple white outfit, donning a smiling mask. He stood not far from them, looking at Chen Guan with great interest, especially at those eyes that, despite still bearing a dark red reflection, were slowly regaining their clarity.

"You've got some serious guts, kid."

White Tiger clicked his tongue in wonder. Looking at Chen Guan's half-dead state, he wasn't worried at all. This kid was going to come back from the dead anyway, so why should he worry?

A pill flicked from his fingertips and landed in the hands of An Changqing in the distance: "Take this to save your companion. Next up is adult time; kids don't need to get involved."