Chapter 833: The Golden Masked Hero was Ambushed! (3)

Ten thousand miles from the shattered Frostfall Pagoda, the world itself seemed to rot in silence.

Starry Death Valley.

A cursed scar carved into the border of the Yin Lord’s territory, encircling the Weeping Void Empire like a noose. This was not an ordinary ravine. Twelve thousand meters deep and seven thousand meters wide, its depths were half-filled with black, stagnant water, the endless tears of the Night Empress, heavy with sorrow that never dried.

The empire within was a continent-sized grave of eternal night and merciless rain. Once called the Morning Mist Realm, a land of prosperity and gentle light, it had been swallowed by despair. Now, only broken ruins, sunken roads, and rotting wooden huts remained. Most of its people had long fled or died, unable to endure the suffocating grief that poisoned the very air.

The Night Empress, a once-in-a-generation prodigy who had climbed 912 steps of the Frostfall Pagoda at seventeen, had risen to become a true Transcendent. The Yin Great Lord granted her dominion in exchange for tributes.

But after one fateful, unspoken night, everything died.

The sky turned black. Rain fell without end. Her sorrow was so profound that it corrupted the land itself, birthing disease, famine, and endless calamities. To prevent her grief from flooding the entire Netherworld, the Yin Lord carved this abyssal ravine. Whenever it brimmed, he drained her tears to irrigate distant fields, turning one woman’s bottomless mourning into reluctant blessings for others.

A cruel, pathetic tragedy.

Above the ravine, cold stars still glittered mockingly in a clear sky. But beyond the gorge lay only darkness, dense clouds and pounding rain that never ceased. The contrast was heartbreaking: behind you, faint starlight; ahead, only endless night and decay.

Worse still were the horrors born from her despair. Weeping Serpents slithered through the black waters, their bodies leaking corrosive tears that melted flesh. Grief Crows circled overhead, their haunting cries driving men to suicide. Void Wraiths drifted silently through the ruins, devouring any spark of hope or warmth they found.

It was here, suspended above the blood-soaked ravine under twin moons, one pale and dying, the other bloated and crimson like an infected wound, that Yue Qingshuang’s escape reached its end.

"Kekeke... Golden Mask," a venomous voice slithered through the pounding rain like a rusty blade across bone. "Didn’t think I’d catch you running with your tail between your legs today. Time to settle our blood debt, you hypocritical cunt."

Five more ominous silhouettes materialized from the downpour, blocking Yue Qingshuang’s path above the abyssal ravine. Their auras reeked of rot, hatred, and centuries of festering grudges.

Yue Qingshuang came to a sharp halt. The bloody moonlight gleamed off his golden mask as his eyes narrowed in cold fury. "Death Sickle God? Humph, more like a skeleton Ennuch! Get the fuck out of my way, I don’t have time for worthless insects like you."

The leader stepped forward, red robes embroidered with white skeletons fluttering in the wind. As his hood slid back, there was no face, only a grinning white skull with hollow eye sockets burning with sickly green flames.

The jaw moved with unnatural smoothness, producing an unnatural smooth voice.

"Hahaha! Not so fast, you golden-faced whore!" The Death Sickle God laughed, a wet, gurgling sound that echoed across the gorge. "It took me centuries to finally meet the legendary Golden Mask Ghost, the bastard who massacred our Southern Front strongholds and turned thousands of my loyal warriors into nothing but fertilizer. You think you can keep running forever?"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

He raised a two-meter-long sickle forged of pitch-black iron, fresh blood constantly dripping from its curved blade. With a casual wave, tens of thousands of tormented souls, fallen Immortals he had personally enslaved howled out like a tide of vengeful wraiths, rushing toward Yue Qingshuang.

"You slaughtered my children. Now they’ll eat you alive, piece by fucking piece."

Yue Qingshuang’s heart sank.

He had never expected to run into this remnant of the Dark Soul Forces here. While he had long consolidated his Quasi-Transcendent realm, the Death Sickle God had only recently stepped into that power.

But the real problem was the five figures behind him.

All Quasi-Transcendent.

"Damn it... They planned this ambush," Yue Qingshuang muttered through clenched teeth.

The Death Sickle God cackled again, green flames flaring brighter in his empty sockets. "What’s wrong, pretty mask? Scared now? You always acted so high and mighty, hunting us like we were vermin. Today, this humble Death Sickle God will skin you slowly and add your soul to my collection!"

The five silhouettes behind him stirred, their presence oppressive.

"SCRAM!" Yue Qingshuang raised his hands in a blur.

The countless Void Wraiths drifting aimlessly through the Starry Death Valley, lost souls born from the Night Empress’s grief, answered his call. They screeched as they grew twisted limbs and rushed forward, forming a dense, writhing protective sphere around him.

BANG!

The soul tide slammed into the undead barrier with terrifying force. Inside the ball made of undead, Yue Qingshuang grimaced, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk! We’re both necromancers, you brainless fucks!" the Death Sickle God roared at his five companions, his skeletal jaw clacking with rage. "Stop staring and help me tear this golden bastard apart! I want his mask as a fucking trophy!"

The five silhouettes behind the Death Sickle God finally shed their cloaks, revealing themselves as the surviving degenerates of the Dark Soul Forces, united by centuries of blue-balled, festering hatred.

The first was Vileblood Sovereign, a gaunt freak whose blackened veins throbbed like horny worms under his skin.

He wielded the Corruption.

He grinned with rotting teeth. "Still acting like some noble evil hunter? I’m gonna rot his asshole until he shits out his own soul, haha.. golden-faced pretty boy."

The second, Silent Abyss Walker, slithered like liquid shadow. Master of the art of Erasure.

"Talk less,," he whispered in a chilling monotone, "or I’ll erase that arrogant cock and balls from existence."

"!!"

Vileblood Sovereign froze, staring at him in utter horror. How the fuck did this bastard know his cock and balls were arrogant?

A disgusting thought came into his mind. ’Did this shadowy fucker secretly touch me at night?’

He couldn’t help but shiver violently, suddenly feeling very... naked.

The third, Boneflame Tyrant, a hulking kinky brute wrapped in burning skeletal armor, roared with laughter like thunder. "Finally! This daddy has been dying to turn someone into charcoal and fuck the ashes!"

The fourth, Soulreaver Matron, an emaciated old hag floating on a cloud of screaming faces, cackled with yellow-toothed grin.

She specialized in Soul Domination. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Come here, little masked ghost~ Let grandma play with that juicy soul of yours! I’ll turn you into my personal cocksleeve puppet... or better yet, this old lady’s favorite breeding concubine!" She licked her cracked lips. "I’ll even let you call me ’Mommy’ while I ride you raw."

Her words made even the other villains glance at her with visible disgust and second-hand embarrassment.

The last was Grudge Weaver, a thin, spider-like pervert whose fingers trailed endless black threads.

He embodied... Eternal Hatred.

He hissed with dripping lust. "I’m going to bury my children so deep inside him... he’ll birth an entire legion of my spider spawn while screaming in ecstasy and agony."

Soulreaver Matron suddenly stopped laughing and glared at him. "You disgusting lecher! He’s mine! Back off!"

Grudge Weaver snorted, licking his jagged teeth. "Only after he’s properly swollen with my eggs first..."

The old hag hesitated, then gave a reluctant, horny nod. "Fine... we’ll share him."

Yue Qingshuang’s face twisted behind his golden mask in pure terror. Six Quasi-Transcendents?

This wasn’t an ambush, it was a gangbang!

Execution planned by the universe’s most depraved perverts!

He would rather shatter his own soul than let these freaks touch him.

Before the Dark Souls could coordinate their degeneracy, a cold, venomous hiss cut through the rain.

"Death Sickle God... mind if this empress joins the bed?"

Ssa’vethra, the Lizard Empress, crashed down from the sky like a horny meteor. Her obsidian-green scales glistened wetly, powerful tail whipping with razor spikes. Golden reptilian eyes burned with centuries of murderous lust.

Death Sickle God’s flames flared excitedly. "Hah! More meat for the feast! It is this humble one’s pleasure to fight alongside the illustrious Empress!"

On the surface, he appeared thrilled, his skeletal jaw clacking with manic joy. But inwardly, a cold, calculating sneer twisted through his rotten mind.

’Let these brainless beasts and perverts take the lead and soak up the damage first. Once this Golden Masked Ghost is worn down... this lord will personally harvest that lizard bitch’s soul as well.’

Ssa’vethra chuckled darkly, her forked tongue flicking as she stared at the undead ball protecting Yue Qingshuang. "Two hundred years... I’ve waited two fucking centuries to get my claws on this masked prick."

Behind her landed her three Beast Alliance degenerates:

Ragehoof Darg, the massive minotaur, hefted his bone axe and grinned savagely. "He slaughtered my tribe, fucking masked cunt! I’m gonna fuck his ashhole raw with this axe until his insides are minced meat!"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

He flipped his bone axe, held it upside down and made an obscene, vigorous thrusting motion.

Venomwing Matriarch, the deadly harpy, smirked with razor wings spread wide. "I’ll gouge out those pretty eyes of his and wear them as earrings..."

STOMP!

Thornhide Behemoth, a hulking bear-like monster whose fur had transformed into living razor thorns, stood tall on two legs.

Something thick and obscene rose between his torso as he huffed heavily, ecstasy painted across his brutish face. "Huff... Huff... This one will plunge deep... ahhh... and fill him with pain and my royal seed~..."

"Hiss~~ Ahhn♡!"

Meanwhile, Ssa’vethra’s clawed fingers trembled violently as they slid down her glistening obsidian scales, rubbing shamelessly between her thick thighs. Her golden eyes rolled back slightly in twisted ecstasy.

A thick, sweet-yet-filthy fragrance exploded into the ravine, heavy enough to make even the rain taste sinful. Her powerful thighs quivered, face flushing a deep crimson as memories of her late husband’s skilled tongue flooded her mind.

"Ahhh—! Fuck...! My husband..."

A powerful squirt of red venomous liquid shot out from between her legs, arcing through the rain before plummeting into the twelve thousand-meter-deep ravine below. The moment it touched the dark waters, the entire section of the gorge hissed violently, turning poisonous and bubbling with corrosive acid.

"He killed my husband," she hissed with savage, lust-drunk delight, still rubbing herself shamelessly, "Ahhn... the only male who could ever make this cold-blooded bitch soak like a cheap whore in heat! Then he refined my husband’s soul like some worthless rag!"

Her forked tongue flicked wildly as she moaned again.

"Today, Golden Masked Ghost... I’m going to peel you apart, piece by screaming piece, while you beg like the pathetic being you are~!"

Dark Soul Forces and Beast Alliance, ancient enemies, had formed the most disgusting, perverted alliance in history for one glorious purpose: to brutally fuck up and destroy the Golden Ghost.

Yue Qingshuang peeked through a crack in his undead shield, a rare chill running down his spine.

"Ten of these degenerates..." he muttered bitterly. "How... flattering."

Despite his cold bravado and masked disgust, Yue Qingshuang couldn’t help but involuntarily clench his pristine butthole in terror.