Venom (Victor)'s massive head turned towards Goody, his white eyes blinking.
"Well... I'm actually pretty good at that now. Jackie Chan, fall back!"
Jackie Chan, who was still engaged with the Mermaid, immediately leaped backwards to the side without hesitation, creating distance.
Almost simultaneously, Venom (Victor) charged forward again, his huge fist aimed at the Mermaid!
But unlike before, this time a soft, warm white light faintly emanated from within his clenched fist—
The sheep talisman was firmly grasped in his palm!
This time, the fist was not dissolved by the water; it landed solidly on the Mermaid's body!
"Ugh..."
With a muffled groan, the Mutated Mermaid's body went limp and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
In Victor's vision, he could clearly see a soul belonging to the original beautiful Mermaid being forcefully knocked out of its body by that punch!
However, this soul was not pure. It struggled and twisted in agony, thick, living purple Demonic Miasma tightly coiling around and corroding it, emitting silent screams.
Venom (Victor) extended his hand. The sheep talisman, emanating a soothing aura, glowed faintly at his fingertips.
He carefully brought the talisman closer to the polluted soul.
The moment it made contact, under the sheep talisman's gentle radiance, the rampant purple miasma seemed to lose its target.
It finally transformed into a thin stream and obediently flowed back into the simple, ancient gourd lying quietly on the ground.
Freed from the miasma's grip, the beautiful Mermaid's soul seemed to have shed a heavy burden, becoming light and transparent.
It nodded gratefully in Victor's direction, then slowly sank back into its own body lying on the ground.
On the ground, the Mermaid's skin color quickly returned to normal, the tentacles on her face withered and fell off, revealing her originally lovely face again, though she remained unconscious.
"Mission accomplished!"
Venom quickly retracted back into Victor's body. He casually clapped his hands, bent down to pick up the seemingly ordinary gourd, weighed it in his hand, and a curious smile played on his lips.
"So, what exactly is this thing?"
In the boundless, desolate hell.
"ROAR—!!! Damnable Holy Lord! How dare you destroy my thrall!"
Bansha's twisting, writhing tentacles flailed wildly.
Her humanoid upper body skin showed a sickly dark blue, her eyes burning with tangible fury.
"What's wrong, Bansha?"
A calm, distant voice sounded.
The Moon Demon Curse Blue drifted over as if weightless, his long hair floating like living things in the vacuum, his crimson eyes holding an ancient indifference and a trace of fraternal concern.
"I finally found a pure Mermaid soul, the miasma corruption was almost complete! She was about to become my thrall."
Bansha's voice trembled with anger as she pointed into the void, as if she could see through dimensions to the human world.
"But just now, the connection was forcibly severed! I felt it! It was the power of that traitor Holy Lord! How dare he?!"
Curse Blue remained silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.
"No, it probably wasn't him. Our 'good younger brother' Holy Lord is still firmly imprisoned in his pathetic stone statue form and has not truly gained his freedom."
He, as the eldest of the Eight Demon Kings, whose wisdom had not been completely eroded by the long imprisonment, made a calm judgment.
"This seems more like... some lucky individual accidentally obtained a portion of Holy Lord's scattered power. Judging by the nature of this power, it was likely done by the Sheep, symbolizing'soul', or the Horse, representing 'purification'."
"So my thrall is just gone for nothing?!" Bansha roared unwillingly, her tentacles churning the seawater anxiously.
"Patience, my sister." Curse Blue's voice carried an ancient rhythm, trying to soothe Bansha's agitation. "You are actually very fortunate."
A barely perceptible smile curled at the corner of Curse Blue's lips.
"The artifact left behind by that Immortal Deity who banished you—the vessel that imprisons your source miasma—is slowly sailing towards your kingdom."
"And at this moment, Holy Lord's Zodiac Dragon, symbolizing boundless energy, has accidentally fallen into the ruins of your kingdom, awakening your Atlantis, allowing you to mobilize power near your kingdom even from within hell."
Bansha's breathing quickened.
Curse Blue's voice was full of temptation:
"As long as that artifact enters Atlantis's domain, relying on the water laws there that share your origin, plus the magic Xi Mu and I have been researching for years..."
"...you have a great chance to use a new thrall infected by your miasma as an anchor to project a part of your will and power back into the human world!"
"Returning to the human world..."
Bansha's tentacles trembled slightly with excitement; she was completely ignited by this prospect.
"So, don't be angry over the loss of one small thrall."
Curse Blue drifted to Bansha's side, gazing into the endless hell, his tone returning to indifference.
"Take it slow, wait for the right moment. It's not possible... that your Atlantis, just revived, would be destroyed again, and the miasma within the deity's artifact would also just happen to be completely exhausted, right?"
He let out a low chuckle, carrying a hint of mockery towards fate.
"What are the odds of something so... coincidental happening in this world?"
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