Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 817: A Mere Pseudo-Immortal

"Run! Damn legs, move quicker!"

Over the North Sea, a vague dark figure dashed away in terror.

This marked perhaps the second occasion when Wu E felt such intense loathing for the Taotie's corporeal form. The scheme with Chen Niu's avatar had utterly failed. Not a single Fierce Beast's demonic soul had merged, leaving its power stuck at the late Divine Transformation stage.

To be fair, the late Divine Transformation stage offered a respectable pace in the air.

Yet when stacked against the relentless advance of that icy murderous aura, it might as well have been a snail inching along.

Still, a sliver of escape wasn't entirely out of reach.

If only it could reach the heart of the North Sea.

There lay the frailest spot in the Immortal-Mortal passageway right now. Upon arrival, its actual form could enact a Divine Descent with the least expenditure of energy. Then, whoever pursued would face certain doom from its descending true self.

"Scum! So you're the thief who snatched this king's body? Where do you think you're escaping to?"

A booming bellow, akin to crashing thunder, exploded behind Wu E, jolting its frame so fiercely it almost lost control of its bladder. The hunter hadn't fully shown itself, but the overwhelming dread already tingled Wu E's scalp.

That presence felt achingly familiar—it belonged to the Taotie.

What's more, it pulsed with the Taotie's near-maximal might!

"Help!"

Wu E's avatar bellowed at the dark, brooding heavens.

But how could such a cry pierce through to the Immortal Realm?

"Help? Dreaming of calling for aid at this point? Far too late!"

With a frosty huff, Chen Huaian materialized ahead of Wu E, outpacing the Taotie. A gleam of blade light flashed as he surged forward on sword energy, gripping his sword reversed and pointing it directly at Wu E's skull.

This slash came with blinding speed. Yet right as the edge neared Wu E's neck, Chen Huaian paused—he was well aware of his Sword Intent's ferocity. Should he slay Wu E outright with this blade, wouldn't the Taotie's body get shredded into pulp by the savage Sword Intent? To err on caution, restraint was wiser.

So, Chen Huaian twisted his wrist. As his blade slid back into its scabbard, the silver-white Sword Intent encircling him erupted wildly, forming a dense web of blades midair like myriad tiny spikes, sealing off the space around Wu E for several zhang.

At the web's borders, Sword Qi whistled and crackled, carving the atmosphere into waves. The North Sea's surges were shoved back by a few feet under this formidable aura.

"Muscle Tyrant, strike now! You must reclaim this body with your own efforts."

Chen Huaian's tone chilled like frost, his eyes pinned on the ensnared Wu E—he knew only the Taotie's direct refinement could restore this shell to full glory. Any other force would merely ruin the flesh harboring the Fierce Beast's essence.

Wu E, caught in the web and thrashing at first, froze upon catching those words.

As though detecting a shift, the fear drained from its features like receding waves, giving way to a wild, savage smirk bordering on madness.

It tilted its head skyward, staring at the dim, oppressive cloud cover, its cry shrill and grating, "Strike now? Heh heh heh! Chen Huaian! And you, this empty-headed Taotie! You're both doomed!

My real form has pinpointed my spot. The fragile link in the Immortal-Mortal passageway sits here in the North Sea's core—it's descending!

When my true form arrives, neither of you will rate as mere appetizers for it!"

"Not good!" Chen Huaian's face twisted in alarm, the sword web contracting sharply. "Muscle Tyrant, unleash your Devouring Divine Ability at once! Leave it no opening!"

His command barely echoed when a jet-black whirlwind erupted from behind Chen Huaian.

This gust bore a horrifying pull that devoured and drew in everything—it was the Taotie's born divine power!

The dark vortex barreled toward Wu E. Along its path, even the silver-white Sword Intent of the web warped faintly under the draw. The shielding demonic aura cloaking Wu E shredded instantly in the gale, exposing the Taotie's scaled hide underneath.

A glint of grim resolve flickered in Wu E's gaze. It understood the Taotie's aim all too well.

It clenched its jaws abruptly, and a veil of dull, foggy haze seeped from every inch of its frame.

This haze mirrored the one Chen Huaian often spotted on Ascenders.

The fog wrapped its divine soul, yanking it forcibly free from the Taotie's shell.

Devoid of the soul's anchor, the Taotie's form slumped bonelessly. But the instant it touched the black whirlwind, it got whisked aloft and pulled toward the dark figure beyond Chen Huaian—the emerging Muscle Tyrant, taking shape bit by bit.

"Hoping to gulp me down with it? Dream on! With my divine soul intact, my true form can still track the position!"

Wu E's lingering soul howled from inside the haze. Bearing its essence, the fog crashed headlong into Chen Huaian's sword web.

Crack—!

The web's Sword Intent speared through the haze without mercy, endless threads of Sword Qi carving into its soul.

"How can this be?! What sort of Sword Intent shreds immortal force like this..."

Wu E unleashed a piercing, agonized shriek. Its soul shattered into ragged pieces, yet it clung to the odd strength of the haze to rip a breach, bolting toward the North Sea's midpoint.

"Chen Huaian! Taotie! You'll regret this! My true form will never forgive you—"

The fractured soul still snarled viciously while airborne.

Before the threat ended, a colossal black talon, blotting sky and soil, plunged from the clouds.

Coarse scales armored the talon, its tips shining with eerie ink-green sheen. A mere clench reduced Wu E's remnant soul to powder in its hold, silencing any cry before it began.

The talon withdrew gradually into the clouds. Yet the heavens now churned beyond mere gloom—dense black clouds roiled without end. Violet bolts danced through cloud fissures, lighting the hazy, colossal outline faintly visible above.

That outline dwarfed imagination. Even a glimpse revealed a frame clad in dark golden dragon scales, plus folded wings like a bat's. Traces of lingering gray haze clung to the wing edges.

Most chilling, twin crimson rays pierced from the clouds, resembling blood-red moons, locking Chen Huaian and the Taotie in unyielding stare. The crushing weight hit like a solid mountain chain, slamming down with rumbling force, stuffing Chen Huaian's chest like a huge rock, labored breaths his only reply.

"Demon Immortal Wu E..." Chen Huaian gripped his sword tighter, knuckles paling.

He sensed plainly how earth and rock from the world around gathered toward the cloud-shrouded form—sand, dirt, pebbles, even undersea rocks, all defied gravity, clumping in the sky to build a gigantic frame.

Before long, a full Demon Immortal shape emerged below the clouds:

A crocodile head bore twin spiraling horns stabbing the clouds. Jagged teeth jutted from its maw, saliva spilling to lash the sea, stirring waves dozens of zhang tall.

Dark golden dragon scales sheathed its torso, each plate millstone-sized. Ink-green poison oozed from scale cracks, hitting the water to foam it black on contact.

Its back wings spread bat-like, stretching hundreds of zhang wide. Each beat whipped savage winds, heaving North Sea waves skyward by scores of zhang, battering outward. Pillar-thick legs ended in claws burrowing into the stone-and-earth bulk. Every shift quaked the world faintly.

Meanwhile, the Taotie's recovered shell reformed in the black whirlwind—the slack form swelled steadily, dark purple scale armor reclaiming its surface. Four twisting horns sprouted from its skull. Crimson eyes blinked open gradually. Baleful aura wove with heaven-and-earth spiritual energy, hastening the body's buildup and power's return.

Demon Immortal Wu E's stare raked the forming Taotie, settling on Chen Huaian—Chen Huaian held his ground, sword ready, staunchly guarding the vortex birthing the Taotie.

"Human cultivator," Demon Immortal Wu E's voice thundered across the waves like rolling peals, laced with absolute command, "why side with this Taotie? Are you unaware it spells doom for this realm? From antiquity, it reveled in consuming everything. Should it regain its zenith, catastrophe strikes both Mortal and Immortal Realms alike?"

It halted, venom dripping from its fangs in green-black drops, voice turning icier:

"I am Demon Immortal Wu E, among the Four Great Demon Immortals serving the Divine Joy Emperor. On imperial decree, I descend to quell this scourge.

If you value your life, scram at once! Cease obstructing This Venerable One's duty!

Else, This Venerable One sees no issue in smashing you with it!"

As the declaration landed, the suppressive force swelled anew.

Blasting winds lashed his features. Chen Huaian's legs buckled a touch. He drove the Black Scales Sword into an undersea outcrop, just holding his stance.

But his eyes stayed unyielding, riveted on Demon Immortal Wu E, showing no hint of yielding.

"Hah! What a Demon Immortal!"

He was Chen Huaian.

A Cangyun Realm Great Ascension Stage powerhouse.

Heaven's Wrath held no terror for him!

How could this paltry Earth Star pseudo-immortal demand Chen's submission?