Free Web NovelChapter 320: Chapter 318: The Demon Emperor’s Defeat, Ziyuan’s Peril
Ghostly Flood Dragon.
Operating room.
Bright and pristine, surrounded by walls of bone.
The room had no windows whatsoever—not even a door!
Less an operating room... and more a prison!
In fact, it was.
"Ugh..."
Ziyuan regained consciousness.
BZZZZZ!
A shrill, piercing sound, like that of a chainsaw, assaulted her ears and grated on her mind.
"What is that sound..."
Instinctively, Ziyuan opened her eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.
However...
A blinding glare shot straight into her eyes.
Directly above her, a dazzlingly bright light, like that of an incandescent bulb, filled her vision.
A slight stinging sensation pricked at her eyes.
Ngh.
Ziyuan reflexively squeezed her eyes shut.
...plunging her back into a familiar, comforting darkness.
She waited for a few moments.
Once she could tell through her eyelids that her eyes had adjusted to the light...
Ziyuan opened her eyes again.
"You’re awake?"
A pure, sweet-looking face, splattered with blood, appeared in her line of sight.
And it was inches away!
The blood-splattered face took up most of Ziyuan’s field of vision!
"You?!"
The face was cute enough, but combined with the bloodstains and the sudden appearance right in her face, the scene was like a classic horror movie jump scare.
It triggered a visceral reaction in Ziyuan; she instinctively tried to move, to get away from the girl.
But...
’Eh?’
She felt herself bound from the neck down.
Ziyuan lowered her gaze, her eyes moving to look down at her body.
She found herself lying on a narrow, pale blue "bed."
—According to Su Ye’s terminology, the proper name for this "narrow bed" was an operating table.
But this was somewhat different from a conventional operating table.
Bony growths erupted from the table’s surface, forming restraints that shackled Ziyuan’s neck, wrists, legs, and waist.
The sheer number of them was insane!
Aside from her head, she couldn’t even move a single finger!
"What is this..." Ziyuan struggled, attempting to channel her Demon Power and break free.
But at that moment...
She discovered a terrifying fact.
"My Demon Power..."
Ziyuan’s expression stiffened. The Demon Power within her body was completely sealed.
What’s more, she couldn’t even muster any strength in her physical body; it felt completely powerless... as if she weren’t a Great Demon in humanoid form, but just an ordinary human woman?!
"That’s right, you’re... you’re that ship spirit!"
Ziyuan’s pupils shrank. She stared at Jiaojiao’s face, her own filled with horror.
Memories flooded her mind like a surging tide!
"I remember... I lost, so I ran..."
"But..."
There was absolutely no escape!
In a chase that lasted thirty-two hours, Ziyuan was utterly defeated!
She tried everything.
Burning her very essence to flee faster.
Creating countless illusory clones.
Suppressing her aura to appear as an inanimate object.
But...
It was all useless.
No matter what concealment technique she used, she couldn’t shake the Ghostly Flood Dragon. It was like a bloodhound, locked firmly onto her trail.
At times, Su Ye would even toy with her sadistically.
He’d find Ziyuan’s trail, but hold his attack, waiting until she thought she was safe and began to meditate to heal her injuries...
BOOM!
A blast from Hell’s Song would "warm her up."
Throughout the chase, Ziyuan never had a moment’s rest to treat her wounds, and they only grew worse.
Finally...
Her Demon Power ran out and her injuries became critical.
She collapsed from exhaustion on a deserted island and lost consciousness.
The next time she opened her eyes, she was here.
’So... I’ve been captured?’
Ziyuan froze.
Then, a storm of emotion washed over her.
"Let me go!"
"What have you done to me?!"
Ziyuan started to struggle violently!
She tried to sit up.
Then, Jiaojiao’s expression turned to one of impatient disgust.
She raised her hand, curled her index finger, and aimed at Ziyuan’s forehead.
THWAP!
A flick to the forehead!
"Ow!"
"You damned little brat!"
Ziyuan cried out in pain.
"Stupid woman, lie still! Don’t move!"
"If you keep moving, your heart, your liver, all that stuff is gonna fall right out!"
Jiaojiao pressed her index finger between Ziyuan’s brows, holding her down as she scolded her furiously.
At the same time, Ziyuan saw the instrument in the girl’s hands. It resembled a chainsaw, but its blade was formed from a rapidly flowing current of Gang Wind that produced a "cutting" effect.
The Gang Wind swirled, letting out a BZZZZZ sound.
Ziyuan realized that this strange instrument was the source of the noise she’d been hearing since she woke up.
But the problem was...
’What is this thing for?’
An inexplicable chill crept into Ziyuan’s heart.
She froze.
"Mm, good girls lie still~"
"Alright, lie still now. Let’s continue your treatment."
Jiaojiao smiled, lifting the Gang Wind chainsaw with both hands and aiming it at Ziyuan’s abdomen.
BZZZZZ!
Flesh and blood flew like sawdust!
"Wait!"
Ziyuan’s eyes went wide with horror!
"Eh?"
"Does it hurt?"
Jiaojiao tilted her head.
"It... it doesn’t actually hurt," Ziyuan replied hesitantly.
"Then there’s no problem."
"Hmm... so the anesthetic is working, I just used too small a dose... This idiot actually woke up mid-surgery..."
Jiaojiao muttered to herself.
Then, she once again held the Gang Wind chainsaw and resumed Ziyuan’s "treatment."
Flesh and blood splattered!
This was less like a treatment and more like butchery!
Ziyuan wanted to protest, but it was no use. She could only watch helplessly as Jiaojiao wielded the Gang Wind chainsaw, doing as she pleased with her body.
