"Senior, could you please not take such deep breaths when you speak!?!

It's terrifying!!"

Gongyang Han felt his heartbeat rise and fall like a rollercoaster. He subconsciously pressed his hand against his chest, forcing a flattering smile onto his pale face.

"Senior, since you are on good terms with my White Lotus Sect, as a disciple of the White Lotus, I naturally want to help you escape..."

"Good terms, what good terms?"

Chai Da Xiaojie's voice suddenly turned cold, "All of this, everything, is his conspiracy!

He tricked me into thinking Junior Sister was unfaithful,

But in reality, there was never any Junior Sister at all!

My so-called betrothed,

Was actually his beautiful Junior Brother who he made drink from the Curse Springs that can change men into women!

All so that on the day I ascended and underwent tribulation,

He could tell me the truth,

Destroy my Dao Heart, extinguish my Dao Will,

Cause me to fail my tribulation, fall into eternal damnation,

And be forced to rely on the armor transformed from my corpse to spend an eternally lonely existence in this dark, lightless underground palace..."

Chai Da Xiaojie gripped the hilt of her sword with a savage frenzy, slamming the paper Frostmourne's tip harshly against the ground.

The pyramid instantly exploded with huge cracks,

Shattered bricks flew everywhere, and millstone-sized rocks shot out, smashing into the pillars and causing the entire underground palace to tremble violently.

"You say..."

Chai Da Xiaojie opened her ghostly blue eyes, raised Frostmourne, and pointed the tip diagonally at Gongyang Han below, saying grimly, "I hate him so much,

And now a group of White Lotus disciples, of the same origin as him, have broken into my tomb,

Should I leave them here forever..."

As Chai Da Xiaojie finished speaking, the special effects worms hidden in the dome immediately activated,

Causing the ceiling bricks to slide and drop a pile of huge black shadows.

Boom!

The sound of heavy objects landing resounded throughout the underground palace. By the flickering candlelight, everyone could clearly see the true appearance of the black shadows.

They were a group of deformed monsters wearing frost armor.

They were generally humanoid, but their skin was withered, their bodies were emaciated, almost skeletal,

And some parts of their bodies were covered with a layer of white, fluffy mycelium—just like the insect corpses Gongyang Han and the others had seen in the tunnel.

And among the silent, heavily armed skeletal soldiers,

There was also a pile of giant monsters that looked like war machines.

Among these monsters, there was the Warcraft 3 Meat Wagon, made up of chariots and serrated blades,

There was also a tall and sturdy behemoth similar to a giant, covered in deformed tumors, with one arm transformed into a beast's claw—the Tyrant from Resident Evil,

There were also the three-meter-tall, orange-yellow spider-like villains from the old movie Starship Troopers,

As well as a group of indescribable monsters in the style of Dead Space.

These terrifying beings from different works of art stood up silently, their gazes devoid of any warmth, focusing on the two groups of intruders.

In fact, Li Ang didn't have that much time and energy, nor could he perfectly recreate the different monsters from the works of art.

All the existences present,

Whether it was the Tyrant or the Giant Insect, were all just paper tigers—empty shells, pretty to look at but useless.

Let alone cultivators,

Even a group of farmers with pitchforks could easily pierce their shells.

Their only killing ability was the layer of mycelium covering their bodies.

Of course, Gongyang Han and Yu Qingqiu didn't know this.

The worms hidden in the stone walls were working very hard to create special effects,

Releasing dry ice fog,

And providing voiceovers for these monsters who had shells but couldn't make a sound.

"Whoosh..."

"Ugh..."

"Hiss..."

The low voices of the monster legion echoed in the underground palace.

Sweat dripped from the faces of both groups of humans, fearing that the majestic Heavenly Disaster Legion would swarm over them in the next second and completely overwhelm them.

"Senior..."

Gongyang Han said with difficulty, forcing himself to remain calm, "I deeply apologize for the actions of the White Lotus Sect's predecessors. Even ten thousand deaths would not be enough to atone for your grievances.

However, Senior, you are trapped in the underground palace, enduring loneliness without release.

Why don't you let me help you solve your problems and see if there is a way to remove the underground palace's restraints and save you?"

"Humph!"

Chai Da Xiaojie said fiercely, "He harmed me to this extent. Even if my soul is scattered and I can never be reincarnated, I will not accept the White Lotus Sect's charity!

Unless you can bring me his coffin, so I can cast spells here to find his soul that has already entered reincarnation, drag out his reincarnation and torture him a thousand times, a hundred thousand times,

Only then can my anger be appeased!"

Chai Da Xiaojie roared loudly, and the Heavenly Disaster Legion below the pyramid was also infected by her, roaring at the sky.

"Wait,"

Suddenly, Chai Da Xiaojie seemed to remember something. She lowered her sword, and stopped the sound and light effects. "I seem to have killed him and crushed his soul before my corpse was dismembered,

Oh, never mind then."

The freezing air permeating the underground palace suddenly dissipated.

Chai Da Xiaojie's helmet, covered in frost, drooped on her neck, as if she was lost in deep memories and unable to extricate herself.

The temperature in the underground palace rose slightly, and the frost covering the ground slowly receded. The hands and feet of the crowd were no longer completely frozen like before.

But still, no one dared to move.

Just by changing her mood, she could affect the surrounding environment.

The cultivation level of the ancient demon hidden in this armor was probably already so powerful that it had reached the incomprehensible realm of the union of man and heaven.

These remnants of defeated soldiers couldn't afford to offend her at all,

Not to mention that this demon's mental state was not very stable.

They couldn't afford to do anything wrong or say anything wrong,

Lest it bring them a fatal disaster.

"..."

Chai Da Xiaojie maintained a solemn stance with her sword, standing quietly in place, like an unchanging statue, silent.

She stood there for a full five minutes.

Yu Qingqiu, Gongyang Han, and the others stared at the Heavenly Disaster Legion, no one moving.

"What was I going to say..."

Chai Da Xiaojie muttered to herself, scratching her helmet with her armored finger, making a creaking sound, "I've been trapped for too long, I feel like my mind is a bit unclear..."

She looked down at Gongyang Han and the others, and suddenly became furious, "Who are you?!

Why are you in my underground palace!

Speak, are you assassins!

Waaaaah,

I've been imprisoned for ten thousand years, and I've been exiled from my homeland. Now, you dare to break into my tomb. You're courting death!"

Well then...

Everyone, including Gongyang Han, felt a sweet taste surge in their throats, and a sense of discomfort called "aching balls and a tight chrysanthemum" swept over their bodies.

Perhaps the most miserable thing in the world is to fall into the hands of a senile old demon with a confused mind and chaotic memories...