After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 595 - 239: Long Time No See, Lady Witch of Death

Defeated.

The Density Demon’s eyes widened to an extreme, staring at the incoming spear of destiny. His dark skin peeled away under the scorching heat and impact, revealing the muscles and blood vessels beneath—and then, in an instant, both the vessels and muscles rapidly carbonized.

At the moment the spear of destiny came into contact, he would turn to ash.

This was something he had long anticipated. To touch a being like the King of Ash with his fist, it required a resolve to abandon everything.

So, when he threw out this punch, he had already decided to use the medium most receptive to the influence of the "density" powers.

That medium being himself.

"Boom!" A blow infused with the entirety of his life force—every ounce of power directed in one direction. From a bird’s-eye view, it seemed as if a deep abyss had suddenly appeared in the earth. Within its bounds, everything was pulverized in an instant.

"Demon, what is your name?" Hoofbeats emerged from the void. Ahtal appeared astride a horse, looking towards the Density Demon’s floating head in midair. As for the rest of his body, it had already been entirely consumed by the previous punch.

"Do you still... possess consciousness?" The Density Demon was initially surprised that the simulated world’s King of Ash retained awareness, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Without hesitation, he spoke his name.

"Mivat. Of course, people seem to prefer calling me the Density Demon."

"I will remember you." Xi Mu withdrew his gaze, and the Density Demon’s head subsequently crumbled, vanishing into thin air.

"Roar!" The Fenrir Wolf reappeared. It seemed that the moment the Density Demon struck his blow, she had already evaded the attack range, moving with an impossibly fast speed.

Xi Mu’s ruby-like pupils remained cold and indifferent, surprisingly refraining from taking the offensive. He waited, as though urging the Fenrir Wolf to display what methods she had.

As a creature personally cultivated by the Monster Witch, she was a top-tier predator, endowed with the combined abilities and strengths of every monster in the simulated world. She possessed an overwhelming resistance to the Ash Fire and had specifically been groomed to wield the Godslayer’s Tooth.

The Fenrir Wolf circled the King of Ash several times, searching for an opportunity to strike. But she quickly realized that the King of Ash had no defenses at all. He simply gazed at her with cold detachment, as though impatiently urging her to attack.

This prey... no, this man did not care about her threat in the slightest.

With this realization.

The Fenrir Wolf crouched low on all fours and leapt at Ahtal. Her jaws opened wide—her upper jaw reached the heavens, her lower jaw fell to the earth. It seemed as though she could devour the entire world. From the perspective of onlookers, her size abruptly swelled, transforming into a monstrous wolf that could consume the world.

The sky suddenly darkened. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

An absolute metaphor.

As the Fenrir Wolf opened her jaws, the sky rapidly became shrouded in shadow. As her jaws closed, the entire world plunged into a realm of lightless abyss.

The King of Ash, capable of burning the world, was swallowed whole.

"Teacher... has been devoured." The Goddess of Salvation’s eyes widened in shock as she stood atop Yemengade, clearly witnessing her teacher being swallowed whole.

In response, Yemengade lightly flicked her tail. Several flaming mountains were swept clean, and the resulting tempest briefly blew away the blazing fires on the ground.

She spoke in a dismissive tone:

"That man couldn’t possibly lose like this. Besides, the Fenrir Wolf hasn’t yet completed her full cultivation."

The Goddess of Salvation’s expression relaxed slightly, though she then heard footsteps behind her. Turning towards the sound, she saw the Monster Witch approaching, her expression as cold as ever, her posture still alluringly dangerous.

Despite being less "mature" in terms of physical features compared to the Goddess of Salvation, she exuded an irresistible blend of danger and seduction.

"If the King of Ash loses, wouldn’t that make him the hero?" the Monster Witch asked, leaving the Goddess of Salvation in silent contemplation.

"Best not to indulge in daydreams." The Corpse Witch approached, accompanied by the Avatar Witch.

The Goddess of Salvation’s eyes suddenly grew sharp and threatening as she stared at the Avatar Witch—the one who had deceived her—ready at any moment to draw her sword and strike her down.

"Now isn’t the time for internal conflict, not with the enemy before us." The Avatar Witch immediately spoke up, hastily seeking refuge beside the Corpse Witch. "We need to unite as one to defeat the King of Ash."

The Goddess of Salvation hesitated for a moment, then chose not to unsheath her sword and punish the Avatar Witch. Instead, she turned away in annoyance, directing her gaze toward the distant battlefield. There, the Fenrir Wolf’s enormous and majestic form was gradually shrinking.

From a size that loomed over the sky, she reverted to a form as large as a mountain. However, when she attempted to shrink further, her body abruptly reacted, her abdomen glowing crimson as though a sun were burning fiercely within.

The Fenrir Wolf began to roll about in agony, spewing blistering Ash Fire from her mouth—as well as from her rear.

Her anguished howls, like thunderclaps, shook the very fabric of the world. This monstrous wolf, which had swallowed the King of Ash, rolled in pain, her size rapidly expanding. She tried desperately to regurgitate the King of Ash, yet all attempts failed. The red glow in her abdomen indicated that the Ash Fire continued to burn relentlessly.

Theoretically, facing such violent combustion from the Ash Fire, she should have long been reduced to ash. Yet the Fenrir Wolf remained teeming with vitality—a testament both to her remarkable resistance to the Ash Fire and her extraordinary healing capability, allowing her to regenerate rapidly.

But this became the very source of her torment.

Soon after, the Fenrir Wolf’s anguished howls diminished. She lay weakened and prone upon the burning earth, her jaws parted, her tongue spilling limply onto the ground.