Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 406 - 389: The Fierce Battle

Listening to Mu Yunchu’s arrogant words, Li Yunhe smiled instead of being angry. "Oh?"

"What a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing."

Mu Yunchu’s smile deepened.

Li Yunhe’s fingers clutching the Netherworld Seal turned white from exertion, veins bulging at the joints. He originally thought he would see a panicked counterattack after succeeding, but the person in front merely dusted off nonexistent dust from his sleeve, the clear eyes showing not even a hint of ripple.

This excessive calm was like a fine needle, unexpectedly piercing his gloating, igniting an inexplicable wicked fire in his heart.

"Putting on airs!" Li Yunhe growled through clenched teeth, the Netherworld Seal sensing his emotions, causing the dark golden patterns to suddenly become restless, the surrounding air instantly cooling several degrees. Dark clouds covered the sky, not a single ray of light could shine through, the surroundings plunged into darkness, making the shadows behind the trees seem alive, twisting and writhing uneasily in the corners.

Mu Yunchu lifted his eyes to look at him, the curve at the corner of his lips unchanged, but his voice now carried a hint of mockery: "Do you know, this Netherworld Seal recognizes its master, without Netherworld King bloodline or Yama’s direct granting, forcibly holding it will only lead to backlash from the dark energy.

Isn’t your palm starting to feel numb now?"

These words precisely hit Li Yunhe’s sore spot. Just now, the moment he held the Netherworld Seal, a bone-chilling cold spread from his palm, now it felt like countless fine needles drilling into his bloodstream.

"So what."

As long as it can be used by him that’s enough.

This bit of pain to him is nothing at all.

He forced his composure and scoffed, ready to retort, but was interrupted by the sound of synchronized footsteps.

The footsteps were heavy and strong, approaching from afar.

Soon, dozens of beams from powerful flashlights pierced the thick night, like swords thrusting deep into the garden, illuminating every shadow with nowhere to hide.

The black cat originally curled up at the base of the wall was startled by the light, arching its body and emitting a threatening hiss, but was calmed down by a glance from Mu Yunchu.

"Li Yunhe, twenty years without seeing you, your courage has grown considerably." With a steady voice, a figure dressed in a dark blue uniform slowly emerged from behind the beams.

The visitor was none other than Wei Xianzhong, the North District commander of the Special Administration Bureau, in his fifties, frosted at the temples yet not looking weak.

Wei Xianzhong’s gaze swept over the mess in the garden, finally landing on the Netherworld Seal in Li Yunhe’s palm, his pupils slightly shrinking, then sternly speaking: "Surrender quickly, hand over the Netherworld Seal, and you can still retain some dignity."

Li Yunhe looked around, finally realizing he was already surrounded.

As smart as he is, how could he not see through the scheme?

"So, you had planned all along."

"To use this method to lure me out."

On the rooftops on either side of the alley lay three snipers, the blue crystal embedded in their gun barrels aimed at his temple;

On the wall stood five shield-bearing members, the Eight Diagrams depicted on their shields circulating with faint golden light;

On the ground, more than twenty members fanned out in a formation, each with specially crafted firearms already loaded, the talisman patterns on the muzzle shimmering with an eerie glow, clearly ready to strike.

These are all self-made weapons of the Special Administration Bureau, each containing talismans requiring little mana to activate.

Capable of inflicting considerable harm on demons and monsters.

"Dignity?" Li Yunhe suddenly laughed maniacally, his laughter echoed in the empty alley, carrying an indescribable insanity, "Back when you besieged me, why didn’t you think of leaving me some dignity?"

Wei Xianzhong coldly replied: "That’s because you greatly disrupted the Special Administration Bureau and released the monsters! Nearly causing devastation to the living world!"

"Devastation to the living world?" Li Yunhe sneered, "Then when it was me being ’devastated,’ why did no one come to intervene."

"In the end, this sinful world simply shouldn’t exist!"

He suddenly raised his hand, lifting the Netherworld Seal above his head, "With this Netherworld Seal in hand today, even if King Yama came, he couldn’t stop me!"

"Inexorably stubborn!" Wei Xianzhong said no more, his right hand’s brass whistle suddenly let out a sharp whistle.

"Form the formation!" The captain at the front yelled sternly.

Three members wielding Red Flame Blades quickly advanced, the red crystal stones embedded in the blades glowing under the incantation, half a foot high flames rose, condensing into a vivid fire dragon shape, spiraling around the blade.

They stood in a triangular formation, as they swung the blades, the fire dragon detached from the blade, carrying a scorching wave directly towards Li Yunhe’s face.

Meanwhile, five members in the back pulled the trigger, several muted "bam bam" sounds, five golden light threads shot from the gun barrel, intertwining in the air into a tightly woven net.

The runes on the light threads flickered, emitting an aura that restrains evil, accurately enveloping Li Yunhe’s limbs and body.

Additionally, two agile members used the wall’s reaction force to leap into the air, quickly making seals with both hands mid-air, two azure Wind Blades appeared out of thin air, spinning and slicing through the air, shrieking sharply, aimed directly at Li Yunhe’s wrists holding the seal.

In an instant, the scorching heat of flames, the dazzling brilliance of golden light, and the chilling sharpness of wind blades intertwined in the narrow alleyway, creating a breathtaking scene.

Sparks spewed from the gaping mouth of the fire dragon, scorching black marks onto the ground; the golden net slowly tightened in the air, purifying even the dust in its path; the azure wind blade left a faint blue afterimage along its trajectory.

A fierce look flashed in Li Yunhe’s eyes as he held the Netherworld Seal in front of him. "You dare to display such trivial tricks!"

His hands pressed against the seal’s body, continuously injecting dark energy from within him. The beast head at the top of the seal suddenly opened its eyes, two dark red pupils emanating a bloodthirsty glow. The incoming golden threads froze in mid-air upon contact with the seal’s black energy, their surface runes rapidly dimming before shattering into countless light particles with a "crackling" sound.

"Not good!" Wei Xianzhong’s face changed drastically, never having expected the Netherworld Seal’s power to be so bizarre.

Li Yunhe’s lips curled into a cruel smile as he swiftly twisted his wrist.

The shattered light particles abruptly reversed direction, drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a dense rain of light that shot toward the team members.

The front three team members reacted quickly, swinging their blades to block in front. As flames collided with the rain of light, a blinding flash erupted, and the immense impact forced them to repeatedly retreat, their uniform chest charred with small black holes, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths.

"Captain!" the rear team members exclaimed, wanting to rush forward to support, only to see Li Yunhe flick black ribbons from his sleeves.

The ribbons twisted nimbly through the air, the dark red runes on them seeming to come alive, exuding a nauseating stench of blood.

The ribbons accurately entwined the ankles of two team members, and immediately a cold force spread throughout their bodies from their ankles, their skin visibly shriveling, emitting cries of pain.

Wei Xianzhong watched as the team members fell one by one, feeling a heartache like being cut with a knife.

He gripped the bronze token tightly, his knuckles whitening with the force. A team member to the left was hit in the shoulder by the rain of light, their shoulder blade shattering with a sound, clutching their wound as they curled up on the ground;

A team member to the right was wrapped in black ribbons around the arm, losing all sensation in the entire limb;

Another person was swept by the aftermath of the wind blade, with fresh blood oozing from their waist, staining the dark blue uniform red.

"Adjust formation!" Wei Xianzhong shouted hoarsely from the back, "Second squad, cover the wounded retreat!"

However, Li Yunhe gave them no opportunity to breathe.

He manipulated the black ribbons to sweep across, ensnaring three more team members, one of whom, to protect a comrade, forcibly blocked the ribbon with their body, the back instantly eroded into a bloody, mutilated wound.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Yunhe closed in, the black qi from the Netherworld Seal becoming increasingly thick, enveloping him entirely, making him appear like a fiend out of Hell.

Wei Xianzhong looked at the seven remaining team members on the field, each face filled with exhaustion and pain, yet none retreating.

The eyes of the seven team members simultaneously flashed with a determined light, supporting one another as they stood up, standing in a specific formation.

"With the union of the Three Powers, by blood as guide, by soul as sacrifice, destroy evil!" Wei Xianzhong’s voice carried unprecedented gravity.

At his words, the seven team members cut their fingers, and as their blood dripped onto the token, it burst into dazzling light. Seven beams of different colors rose from the token, representing the forces of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, and moon, spinning and intersecting in the air, gradually forming a giant light spear.

The light spear was pure white, its spearhead emitting an unlookable light, the pressure radiating causing the entire alley to tremble slightly.

"Go!" Wei Xianzhong pointed the token forward.

The colossal light spear roared through the air like a meteor, shooting toward Li Yunhe.

For the first time, a grave expression appeared on Li Yunhe’s face as he held the Netherworld Seal in front of his chest, pouring all of his dark energy into it. The beast head on the seal let out a deafening roar, forming a black barrier.

At the moment of collision between the light spear and the barrier, time seemed to stand still.

Then, an earth-shattering explosion resounded, the strong shockwave shaking nearby walls into cascading dust, and the street lamps at the alley entrance exploded in response.

After the light dissipated, Li Yunhe staggered back three steps, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his Daoist robe blasted open with a charred black hole at the chest, revealing skin with deeply visible bone wounds.

"Cough, cough..." He coughed a few times, covering his chest, yet his eyes sparkled with madness, "Interesting..."

On the other side, the seven team members collapsed from exhaustion as the light spear shot, some fainting immediately, some still maintaining the posture of holding the token, but all knowing this had been their final strike.

The ultimate technique, yet it merely injured Li Yunhe.

This development forced Wei Xianzhong to reconsider whether to call for more reinforcements.

Yet Li Yunhe seemed to hear his thoughts.

Bloodied all over, he looked like a specter risen from the netherworld.

He stared at Wei Xianzhong, word by word:

"Want to call reinforcements?"

"Do you think other sectors have time to help you?"