The Fourth General's clothes were torn by Ji Mo, with a large piece ripped from his back, exposing almost all of it.
His long hair flowed, his waist was narrow, his back slender, and his skin as delicate and fair as jade, seeming to exude moisture with a gentle squeeze.
This back, this figure, was enough to make one blush, their heart race, and their blood boil.
Many old lechers in the crowd immediately stared, their eyes gleaming with lust, their hearts itching, and their saliva flowing.
But as the Fourth General suddenly turned his head, shouts of "Holy crap!" erupted in a continuous wave.
It was terrifying beyond words.
Beneath the angelic back lay a devilish countenance.
With a green face, fangs, and a full beard, he was as unsightly as one could imagine.
Many people vomited on the spot, and those old lechers turned pale, their bodies growing cold, wishing they could gouge out their own eyes.
The thought that they had harbored lewd thoughts towards this creature made them wish they were dead.
For a long time afterward, these individuals would be traumatized, all becoming righteous people who abstained from carnal pleasures.
"Surrender peacefully, or don't blame me for using force."
Ji Mo was also startled at first glance, but he quickly calmed down, having seen plenty of strange people.
"You think I'm afraid of you? Ridiculous. Even the Great Immortal Kong Xu couldn't do anything to me back then, how dare a junior like you bark at me."
The Fourth General was enraged.
He had always maintained his mystery, never allowing outsiders to see his true face. Now, he had fallen into Ji Mo's hands and become a laughingstock. How could he tolerate this?
"Ah..."
He roared fiercely, a terrifying sonic wave sweeping in all directions, accompanied by a fearsome mental attack that radiated outward.
Many surrounding beings were affected, clutching their heads in pain and rolling on the ground. Some couldn't bear it, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died on the spot.
This was the typical behavior of the Nether race, inherently bloodthirsty, showing no regard for collateral damage.
If possible, he wouldn't mind killing everyone present and making the Nether race's fearsome reputation resound throughout the Immortal Spirit Realm once more.
"Screaming your lungs out is useless, just submit to me obediently."
Ji Mo squinted, completely unfazed.
This fool's mental power was incredibly strong, far beyond imagination.
"You're not afraid of mental attacks? Do you really think I have no way to deal with you? You have no idea what our Nether race is capable of."
The Fourth General snorted coldly, bringing out several magical artifacts, intending to show this bumpkin the heritage of the Nether race.
In the void.
A great seal appeared, surging with golden light. In an instant, it transformed into a mountain, smashing down with a terrifying momentum!
There was also a reddish-brown nail, about seven inches long, emitting a faint glow, exuding an evil aura capable of easily crushing all souls.
The nail was as fast as lightning, its trace impossible to catch, striking towards Ji Mo's forehead with terrifying speed.
"You old geezer, you're asking for it. Let me see how I'll deal with you."
Ji Mo did not dodge. He slapped at the descending great seal with one hand, while grabbing the incoming nail with the other.
Boom...
He struck the great seal, and with a slight pinch of his fingers, five terrifying cracks instantly spread.
In an instant, the great seal shattered into pieces, scattering on the ground.
At the same time, the darting nail was also caught, its runes directly erased, and its soul imprint vanished.
The Fourth General was greatly alarmed, feeling a complete loss of connection with this magical artifact, no longer belonging to him.
Years ago, it had taken him a thousand years of refining with his vital essence to subdue this nail.
Yet now, in just the time it took to blink, the artifact had changed hands. It was utterly unbelievable.
Ji Mo lunged forward, reaching out to capture the Fourth General alive.
Hiss...
Another piece of torn cloth fluttered down.
The Fourth General was as slippery as an eel, narrowly dodging the attack.
"You want to catch me? Delusional. Even Great Immortal Kong Xu couldn't do anything to me back then, what can you do?"
The Fourth General, holding up his half-torn pants, still blustered.
He now clearly knew he was no match for Ji Mo and intended to flee.
However, to save face, he had to utter some harsh words.
"Kid, just you wait. All seven generals of my Nether race have awakened and will not let you off. Just wash your neck and wait for death."
With that, he transformed into countless afterimages, scattering and rushing towards the surrounding woods.
"You can't escape my grasp."
Ji Mo grinned sinisterly, locking onto one of the afterimages and giving chase.
The Fourth General's escape tactics were useless against him.
Since the so-called Seven Generals of the Nether race had a feud with Great Immortal Kong Xu, they were undoubtedly enemies. Dealing with them was the logical course of action.
In the woods, the Fourth General was terrified.
What was going on? He had split into hundreds of afterimages, each indistinguishable from the real one. Even someone in the Immortal God realm wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Why was this kid unaffected?
What kind of monstrous anomaly was this kid?
He struggled, he resisted.
He screamed, he panicked.
His clothes were torn to shreds, and Ji Mo had used the nail to pierce several large holes in his buttocks, causing blood to flow.
Several cold, sinister energies corroded his soul, a torment so unbearable that it made life worse than death.
If not for his peculiar movement techniques and Ji Mo's intention to capture him alive, he would have died several times over.
Outside, the onlookers' scalps tingled.
The screams coming from the woods were too terrifying. What had happened to the Fourth General?
"No, stop..."
"Ah, don't stab anymore, I can't take it."
"I'll do whatever you want, I'll do anything for you..."
The Fourth General seemed unable to bear it any longer, resorting to pathetic pleas and loud cries for mercy.
These words, transmitted to the outside, caused a huge uproar.
"What's going on? Could it be that 'Needle Man'大佬 did something to the Fourth General?"
"Too terrifying. Is this Needle Man indiscriminate, attacking both men and women? To be able to do that to the Fourth General's unsightly appearance, what a ruthless person!"
"From now on, I'd rather die than offend this Needle Man, otherwise, the consequences are truly unimaginable."
The entire crowd could be heard swallowing hard.
Especially the men, their faces turned ashen, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
...
Di Family Courtyard.
Roars and shouts echoed one after another.
They had received news that Di Tianzheng, the Qilin Son of the Di family, had met with misfortune and died tragically at the foot of the 108 Peaks.
"You dare to kill my son Tianzheng, I will not rest until I have avenged you."
"For this deep-seated hatred, my Di family will mobilize the entire clan to tear the murderer to shreds."
The high-ranking members of the Di family were almost driven mad.
Di Tianzheng was the most outstanding descendant of the Di family, upon whom great hopes were placed. His premature death was a colossal loss.
However, an extremely troublesome problem also arose.
Di Tianzheng's identity as a member of the Nether race being exposed would inevitably cause a huge impact. At worst, the Di family would become pariahs, hated by everyone.
In fact, the Di family had always known Di Tianzheng's true background. They had been secretly colluding and cooperating with the Nether race. Di Tianzheng was the crystallization of their cooperation, intended to create a god.
As a result, the plan was ruined.
This matter absolutely required that Needle Man to pay a tenfold price.