After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 235 - Oh My, Isn’t This My Sister-in-Law?

“You two should be old acquaintances.”

As Feng Yuan’s words fell, Chen Long’s heart immediately sounded the alarm.

The next moment, a massive sound of destruction echoed from the abyssal portal. To everyone’s shock, the previously distorted and collapsing portal was forcibly straightened back into place by a pale, bandaged hand emerging from within.

Simultaneously, the snow-covered ground within a ten-mile radius began to wither and decay.

When the bandaged figure of a scythe-wielding reaper stepped out, the True Dragon Empress’s proud and beautiful face finally showed a trace of fear.

“Haha... hahahaha...”

A sickly laugh echoed intermittently.

Suddenly, a shadow with glowing red eyes burst from the abyssal portal, dragging black flames behind it as it charged forward.

In an instant, the scythe-wielding reaper girl bypassed countless White Dragon warriors, breaking through their defenses with ease. Alone and unchallenged, she appeared directly before the True Dragon Empress. Without hesitation, she swung her blood-red scythe toward the Empress’s head.

“Chen Long! I’ve wanted to collect your head for ages—!!!”

With a cold shout, the girl’s hooded figure gleamed with crimson light as her scythe roared through the air.

Clang!

Just as the scythe was about to strike the Empress’s neck, the White Dragon Saintess intervened. Using the shield of the Nine Heavens Glazed Tower as protection, she stood before the Empress to block the ferocious attack.

However,

The reaper girl, He Yan, was at the peak of the Residual God Realm. Her full-force strike carried power nearing that of a true god—far beyond what Yan Ruyu, a Heavenly God-level White Dragon girl, could withstand.

As the black scythe threatened to shatter the tower’s defenses,

Yan Ruyu’s flawless dragon face showed a flicker of panic.

She had a premonition: in less than three seconds, this reaper girl would decapitate her!

Yan Ruyu didn’t want to die here.

For a moment, fear consumed her. But fortunately, at that critical juncture, the True Dragon Empress raised her hand and intervened.

“Foolish lunatic!”

Her words were laced with anger, revealing just how much she despised He Yan.

A thousand years ago,

He Yan had been one of Feng Yuan’s fiercest generals. At the peak of the Residual God Realm, she was capable of ruling an entire domain in the Nine Heavens—a being considered supreme below true gods.

But it wasn’t just her cultivation that made her feared—it was her reckless insanity in battle. Few below true god-level dared to face He Yan. Every encounter with her required the Empress herself to step in and suppress her rampage.

If left unchecked,

He Yan could single-handedly slaughter all Heavenly God-level warriors over time. She thrived on prolonged battles—an even more terrifying version of the Blood Moon Witch.

Over countless encounters,

He Yan had earned her reputation as Feng Yuan’s most relentless subordinate—forcing Chen Long to become an unwilling “acquaintance.”

Divine Technique: True Dragon Seal!

The Empress raised her hand,

Unleashing a palm strike imbued with immense energy—sending He Yan flying without reservation.

Boom!

The ground shook violently as He Yan’s body was hurled back like a ragdoll. She crashed into a distant mountain, causing an entire snow-capped peak to collapse.

Seeing her most troublesome opponent temporarily neutralized,

Chen Long knew time was short. She quickly issued an order:

“Capture them!”

At her command,

Countless White Dragon warriors at the Heavenly God level surged forward—an overwhelming force.

But just then,

Two more Heavenly God-level figures emerged from the abyssal portal.

The first was a young woman with a petite frame, dressed in a moon-white gown adorned with intricate patterns. Her black hair flowed like clouds, pinned with nine phoenix hairpins. Her doll-like beauty seemed sculpted by divine hands.

The second was a tall and elegant woman clad in tight black attire. Her short dark-red hair swayed gently in the wind. Her cold demeanor and long legs exuded an air of lethal precision—like that of a professional assassin.

“Oh my?”

“It seems my little brother Ange has been diligently practicing his puppet-string techniques~”

Noticing several broken bridal puppets on the battlefield,

Yuan Yi smiled playfully as she fanned herself—teasing He Ange.

While speaking,

She activated her own puppet-string technique—deploying thousands of silver threads to control hundreds of bridal puppets. A seemingly endless army of puppets poured from the abyssal portal onto the battlefield—engaging White Dragon warriors on all fronts.

Though weaker than their Heavenly God-level opponents,

The puppets were expendable. Yuan Yi commanded thousands of Void God-level bridal puppets and could produce dozens more daily—an inexhaustible resource.

On the left flank,

Yuan Yi single-handedly held off the enemy forces.

Meanwhile,

On the right flank,

The tall woman with short red hair suppressed her opponents effortlessly. Behind her loomed an ominous black sun—a gravitational force so intense that seven or eight Heavenly God-level warriors were forced to their knees within moments—pinned helplessly to the ground.

“This is your senior sister Jiu Yue,” Yuan Yi said casually while controlling hundreds of puppets. “She’s at the Residual God Realm—far stronger than me.”

He Ange had heard of Jiu Yue before but had never seen her in person. Watching her now,

He was momentarily stunned by her commanding presence.

Sensing his gaze,

Jiu Yue glanced back briefly—her eyes narrowing slightly in disdain before she turned away indifferently to continue fighting.

Truthfully,

Though He Ange had served under Feng Yuan for some time,

He had only heard rumors about Jiu Yue—a mysterious and powerful apostle of the abyss. Seeing her now,

She was unlike any other apostle—with her short hair and aloof demeanor setting her apart. Her cold gaze conveyed contempt for weakness—a high-and-mighty attitude that discouraged any interaction.

Her personality matched her sharp appearance perfectly.

In contrast,

Yuan Yi remained approachable despite her quirks—making her arguably the most amiable among Feng Yuan’s apostles.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Yuan Yi teased with a bright smile—pinching He Ange’s cheek playfully. “Are you so moved by my efforts to save you that you’re about to cry?”

Her playful gesture didn’t go unnoticed by An Luo Yi nearby.

Sensing An Luo Yi’s gaze,

Yuan Yi raised an eyebrow and met her eyes—a knowing smile forming on her lips.

“Oh? I think we’ve met before~”

Yuan Yi mused thoughtfully.

But as An Luo Yi’s wary expression betrayed lingering resentment,

Yuan Yi suddenly remembered something. Leaning closer to He Ange,

She whispered mischievously while glancing at An Luo Yi:

“Lady Luo Yi, don’t hold a grudge against me for last time~”

“Back then—it was your dear Ange who asked me to tie you up. He even specifically requested that I use silver threads to make your chest look extra perky~”

An Luo Yi: ?