Chapter 2185: This Noisy Night
What a clanging and banging racket it was. The battlefield between the two was no longer confined to the Insomnia Room but had expanded throughout the entire Ming He Death Prison!
Countless prisoners were jolted awake from their dreams, stuffing their heads under their pillows!
With looks of utter despair on their faces, as if ever since the Southern God entered the prison, they hadn't had a single good night's sleep!
Were the two's destructive power really any less than Yakeli and Damon's?
...
At this moment, Bing Chacha, clad in a full set of nightclothes, had already sneaked up to the door of Chong Feiyu's cell in the women's prison zone!
Hearing the increasingly intense rumbling, she couldn't help but feel a surge of relief.
Are they fighting that fiercely? Can those two Bose bodies really withstand such a beating?
But it's none of my business anyway. Looks like Chong Feiyu won't be coming back for a while, right?
Perfect timing for me to make my move!
Turning to look at the cell door, Bing Chacha's eyes lit up. The door isn't even locked?
Careless enough. Looks like getting my happiness back isn't as hard as I imagined.
Bing Chacha carefully opened the door a crack and slipped inside.
She was genuinely startled by Chong Feiyu's bizarre decorating style. The room was completely empty!
Her gaze swept rapidly through the room, locking onto the bedside lamp stand almost instantly!
Bing Chacha: !!!
Damn! I never knew it could be used that way either!
Are you even polite?
That position is pretty conspicuous, isn't it?
Filled with excitement, Bing Chacha leaped into the room with a swift step and reached out to grab the lamp stand!
Happiness was right within reach!
But halfway through her leap, Bing Chacha's body suddenly froze. She couldn't move forward at all!
Unbeknownst to her, extremely fine silk threads had wrapped around her body, especially her ankles, pulled tight as if tied down.
Damn it, what the hell is this?
Panicking, Bing Chacha struggled wildly. But just then, a "crunch crunch crunch" sound came!
From every corner of the room, countless tiny insects crawled out, an overwhelming black mass, swarming toward Bing Chacha and climbing onto her body!
Countless ice silkworms spun silk, wrapping her round after round!
Bing Chacha panicked! Damn it, where did all these bugs come from?
No matter how much she roared and struggled with all her might, she was still bound into a silkworm cocoon, hung upside down from the ceiling, twisting and turning!
Meanwhile, Chong Feiyu, who was happily beating someone up, suddenly froze. Her little face was full of anger.
(◦`~´◦) "Someone actually dares to court death? Sneaking into my nest while I'm away? Trying to steal my property?"
"Jiangnan is quite meticulous, knowing things before they happen. You two keep fighting, I'm going back to deal with a petty thief!"
With that, she turned and ran off in a flash!
Xingluo and Karl almost burst into tears. She finally left!
Wang Youzhi: (๑◔◡◔ิ๑) "Damon! Chong Feiyu is busy with her stuff. Your turn!"
Damon swallowed hard and raised his millstone-sized fist.
(メᵒ̴̶﹏ᵒ̴̶)凸ᕤ "Oh... okay, okay!"
Xingluo looked at Damon in terror!
(#༎ຶ)3(༎ຶ#)
Damon said shyly:
୧(メ⁼̴﹏⁼̴) "I... this is my first time hitting someone, I don't really have much experience. Please forgive me, you two. If I hit badly or miss the mark, please feel free to correct me. Thank you both in advance!"
With that, he raised his fist and slammed it down with all his strength!
"Boom!"
The entire cell shook!
(#༎ຶ)口(༎ຶ#) "Ah—Lord Di Chou! Home! I want to go home!"
...
Bing Chacha, still struggling frantically, couldn't control herself spinning in midair. When she turned around, she saw Chong Feiyu standing at the door of the cell, clenching her little fists with a kind and nuclear smile on her face.
(‧̣̥̇O︶O)[Anti] "Mm—mm mm mm!"
Chong Feiyu squinted:
(≖◡≖ꐦ) "You've got some nerve, huh? Daring to break into my nest? Looks like you're asking for a beating!"
"Talk! Did you come to steal my treasure?"
As she spoke, she raised her fist and hammered the cocoon hard. Just that one punch caused Bing Chacha to spit blood and roll her eyes.
(ଵ˘ଵ|||)[Anti]
Who wants to steal your treasure? That's MY treasure!
But how could Bing Chacha say that? Otherwise, she'd never get it back for the rest of her life!
Chong Feiyu glared: "Still got a hard mouth, huh? Let's see if your mouth is harder or my fist is harder!"
(งᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌)ง⁼³₌₃ "Ah da da da da da da!"
Now Chong Feiyu started unleashing a storm of blows on Bing Chacha. The upside-down hanging cocoon looked just like a punching bag!
Literal hanging beating!
Bing Chacha spat blood. Jiu Lan! Jiu Lan, come save me!
"Boom!"
A blood-red meteor slammed into the door of the cell!
Jiangnan, transformed into the Blood Tyrant, sat astride Jiu Lan, his whole body wreathed in crimson baleful flames, sparks flying!
His face was full of arrogance and brutality, like a hideous evil ghost, the corners of his mouth almost splitting to his ears!
Laughing wildly, he rained down punches like a storm, slamming Jiu Lan's face repeatedly, even snapping off one of her horns!
Jiu Lan's face was swollen from the beating, somewhat dazed. At this moment, Jiangnan had already poured in 30% of the baleful aura!
He was crazy beyond measure!
Bing Chacha's eyes widened. What the hell? Is that Jiu Lan?
Why is Jiu Lan being beaten too?
Chong Feiyu, who was busy beating Bing Chacha, didn't stop her actions but turned her head, her eyes sparkling.
(*ﾟﾛﾟ) "Oho? Stinky Jiu Lan? How about it? Want me to help? I can take care of Jiangnan for you!"
Jiu Lan said angrily: (#ᵒ̶̶̷̀)3(˂̶́#) "No need, I can handle—"
Before she could finish, Crazy Jiang grabbed Jiu Lan's head and smashed it into the ground repeatedly, a hundred times a second, as if dribbling a basketball!
While bashing, he cackled!
Jiu Lan was furious. She thrust her hips upward violently, sending Jiangnan flying, crashing through the ceiling. She spat a mouthful of blood and chased after him!
(#ᵒ̶̶̷̀)益(˂̶́#) "I really don't believe I can't deal with you today!"
Chong Feiyu felt a little disappointed and beat Bing Chacha even harder!
Bing Chacha was in tears! Warden, come save me!
Otherwise, I might not survive tonight!
...
Warden's room!
Youming lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes, completely still.
(ꐦ͡ʘ_ʘ͡ꐦ)...
The rumbling outside was incessant, vibrations nonstop, and millennial dust accumulated on the ceiling fell in flurries!
Under his mental power surveillance, all the dynamics on the entire Youming Dead Star were displayed in his mind, specifically to monitor Jiangnan's every move constantly!
To prevent him from pulling any tricks!
But now, Bing Chacha was being beaten by Chong Feiyu, Jiangnan was fighting Jiu Lan! Using techniques from the Youming Eight Techniques so advanced that even Youming himself couldn't use them!
Both deputy wardens were getting beaten!
Since the Ming He Death Prison was built, this situation had never occurred before!
And Xingluo and Karl were also being beaten. They really didn't give any face, did they?
Now he couldn't even report back to Di Chou properly. Not a single retreat was left for him!
Jiangnan! You're something!
You really are something!
Tonight is truly noisy!
Youming suddenly bounced up from the bed, grabbed his pillow, and slammed it heavily on the ground!
(ꐦ͡ʘ益ʘ͡) "This... this is simply lawlessness!"
Youming rubbed his face in anger. He didn't know why, but after drinking that chicken soup Jiangnan gave him, the first hour was fine.
His mental power was enhanced, his chest filled with positive energy!
But once the time passed, the Styx energy in his body became unusually active and restless!
The corrosiveness, concentration, and damage had all increased!
As if injected with chicken blood or stimulants!
You have to know that only the Netherworld Race can use Styx energy!
After drinking a bowl of chicken soup, when the side effects erupted, Youming actually found his Styx energy even stronger!
Clearly, the toxicity in the side effects of the soul chicken soup didn't work on the Netherworld Race. Instead, it was an excellent supplement for them!
Originally, Jiangnan planned to use the Detoxifying Soybean to control Youming.
That plan had obviously failed.
To some extent, the effect of this chicken soup on the Netherworld Race was no less than Dali!
This made Youming's heart itch even more, craving the method to purify and separate Styx energy!
"Tch—What method did Jiangnan use? How much of what he told me is true, how much false?"
"Do I take the gamble? The risk is there, but within acceptable limits..."
Youming's eyes flickered. He was clearly lost in thought again.
Since he couldn't sleep, he might as well not sleep.
Leaving his room, Youming didn't intend to save the two deputy wardens. Instead, he headed straight for the Heavenly Prison Zone!
Yakeli hadn't been dealt with yet!
After all these years of imprisonment, he wondered if that kid had thought things through at all.
Yakeli's cell looked the same as always, even the silkworm cocoon hadn't been removed.
But it had been completely sealed into an iron cocoon, leaving only an observation window.
The power he had accumulated had all been devoured by Chong Feiyu, so there was no fear of him breaking out again.
After the riot ended, he had been left here sealed up, awaiting disposal.
The cell door opened. Youming squinted at the iron cocoon, expressionless.
"You made quite a scene this time, huh? Satisfied?"
No sound came from inside the iron cocoon.
"Talk! I know you're awake!"
A pair of blood-red eyes opened. Yakeli looked at Youming with hatred, his eyes full of brutality.
"What? Come to clean me up? If you've got the guts, kill me! Come on!"
"Satisfied? How could I be satisfied? I haven't killed enough yet! Do you dare to let me out? Huh?"
Youming narrowed his eyes: "You don't have the right to shout at me! Even at your peak, killing you would only take me one move!"
"Until you reach Star Devourer, you'll never understand!"
Yakeli struggled wildly, the iron cocoon vibrating madly.
"Then kill! Kill me! Don't just talk! * * * *! Kill me!"
Youming suppressed his raging anger: "I thought that locking you up all these years would be enough to wear down your temper, make you think a little."
"You could have had a bright future! You even had a high chance of reaching Star Devourer rank! It was almost a sure thing! As long as you were willing to listen!"
"If you became a Star Devourer, your combat power would definitely be extraordinary! But you'd rather be locked up in Ming He Death Prison for life than give in, is that it?"
Yakeli's resentment filled the air: "I have no interest in being anyone's dog!"