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第三千三百七十七章 月儿闪亮登场(下)

At the most perilous moment, it was Aunt Meng who saved him.

Aunt Meng was one of the hidden pawns left behind by the Asura King.

Millions of years ago, she had been one of Moon's most trusted subordinates. Her strength was formidable, not much different from the Five Kings of the Netherworld Realm.

To put it simply, her abilities were comparable to those of the Golden Technique Master.

However, during that ancient war, Aunt Meng encountered a True Immortal who had descended. Despite her best efforts, she could not escape the hands of the immortal.

Fortunately, Moon arrived in time and, after a fierce battle, managed to save Aunt Meng from the clutches of death.

But a True Immortal was no ordinary foe. Although Aunt Meng's life was still hanging by a thread, her injuries were so severe that they caused Moon to pale with concern.

Moon expended countless precious treasures, but could only manage to preserve Aunt Meng's life; however, her cultivation level dropped from the late-stage Transcendence Realm to the early stage.

Moon had no choice but to accept this reality.

Aunt Meng, on the other hand, was more pragmatic. She said that even though she had fallen in rank, she remained unbound by lifespan and that a slight drop in strength was nothing to fret about.

With time passing and the Asura King reincarnating, he returned to the Netherworld Realm but no longer as its ruler. Instead, he faced countless dangers. In this perilous moment, Aunt Meng repaid her kindness, saving Moon from certain death.

Over these years, Aunt Meng treated her like a daughter, providing meticulous care. Hence, Moon respected her deeply.

But this time, Moon could not agree with Aunt Meng's actions. The Asura King's claws had already found their location; the enemy was formidable, and even her ghostly entities were fighting to the death.

How could she remain aloof in such a situation?

Moon wanted to join the battle alongside everyone else.

However, Aunt Meng forbade it, even accompanying her here herself.

Moon paced anxiously like an ant on a hot pan. Finally, she bit her teeth and said, "Aunt Meng, I must go. I cannot stand idly by while others fight for their lives."

"If Your Majesty insists, your servant dares not defy your orders. But please grant me death,"

A sigh entered Moon's ears as the speaker was a woman in black robes and a plump figure exuding mature beauty. Her face was obscured by a black veil, making it impossible to discern her features even with divine perception.

"Is this Aunt Meng..."

Moon looked helpless: "Why must you stop me?"

"It is not your servant daring, but I dare not risk Your Majesty's safety. One day, you will once again be the ruler of the Netherworld Realm. As long as Your Majesty lives, we can all die and it would make no difference. Me and my guards have already set aside our own safety."

"Ah!"

Moon looked helpless. She truly didn't know what to do.

Could she, the Asura King known for making decisive judgments, really do this?

Young Master, where are you?

Moon was so exhausted; this burden was suffocating her. When would you come and share some of the load with me?

The young woman moved gracefully to the window.

She pushed it gently but no moonlight shone in. Looking outside, she saw a thick mist of dark energy, even through the layers of protective arrays, sounds of battle and roars could be heard.

Clearly, the battle outside was intense.

Moon's delicate brows furrowed with worry as a beautiful woman, clad in pure white robes, floated barefoot in mid-air like a celestial being. Yet, eerie ghostly flames surrounded her, giving off an ethereal aura that was faint but present.

In this tense atmosphere, she exuded a captivating beauty.

She was watching the distant battlefield.

Wait, why is the sound getting closer?

Even though the siege was intense and loud, it couldn't be so clear through all these barriers.

Unless the city had fallen or enemies had infiltrated here.

With that thought, Moon could no longer sit still. Just then, a deafening explosion echoed in her ears. In the distance, ghostly flames turned a greenish hue, followed by cries of pain and anguish as the flames turned crimson.

"Erosive Blood Magic Flame!"

The woman with the black veil heard it too. She appeared outside the courtyard.

"Is that Erosive Blood Magic Flame? Aunt Meng, do you recognize this secret technique?" Moon asked curiously.

"It's the Yellow Springs Ghost Mother."

Despite her obscured face, the woman's voice was low and slightly hoarse.

"The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother... That..."

"Your Majesty, there is no time to explain. The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother is a formidable old monster of late-stage Transcendence Realm. You must leave first..."

"But if I go, what about you, Aunt Meng?" Moon's face was filled with anxiety; she didn't want anyone close to her making sacrifices for her.

"Two cannot escape together. Your servant will stay here and stall the enemies. If there is an opportunity, I'll find a way to escape," the woman's voice was calm.

Moon knew it was just comforting her.

The Yellow Springs Ghost Mother was indeed formidable; if Aunt Meng hadn't fallen in rank, she wouldn't have feared anything.

But now, with only early-stage cultivation, staying behind would likely be fatal.

"Aunt Meng, no, I'll stay here."

"Your Majesty, this is not the time for such whims. Even if we all die, as long as you live, one day, we can seek revenge," the woman's tone was firm.

She then turned to the Asura Iron Guards and said, "The safety of Your Majesty rests with you. Do whatever it takes to ensure her safe departure."

"Yes."

A cold voice entered Moon's ears.

Five figures in peculiar armor appeared; they were of different heights and builds but each exuded a terrifying aura of iron resolve.

Once upon a time, the Asura Iron Guards had been a formidable force under the Asura King. Sadly, with the passage of time, only five remained beside him.

Their cultivation levels ranged from the Spirit Cultivation Realm.

But together, they could hold their own against late-stage Transcendence Realm foes.

Most importantly, being part of the Iron Guards meant their loyalty to the Asura King was unquestionable. With them protecting her, Moon felt somewhat safer.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, another deafening explosion echoed in her ears. The outer layers of barriers were shattered instantly.

Ghostly cries filled the air as a cold voice said clearly: "Move! Stop daydreaming; where can you go?"

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