Chapter 164: Where the Holy Light Dwells

Even though they were in a place heavily eroded by evil magic, and the spell Hera had just used had already dissipated,

yet...

Luo Yong's eyes were now completely filled with holy light.

Though, judging by Luo Yong's perspective, it was difficult to accurately determine Hera's true age, he had to admit that her figure was truly magnificent.

Beneath the cloak, her curves undulated.

Where it should be large, it was large; where it should be slender, it was slender; where it should be plump, it was remarkably plump.

Her legs were slender, her skin delicate and smooth, and her proportions were nearly perfect.

Normally, clothed as she usually was, it was truly impossible to tell...

To sum it up in two words: exceptionally pleasing.

With an attitude of utmost seriousness, Luo Yong kept his eyes straight, staring fixedly at the medicinal liquid as he carefully poured it all over, front and back.

Under the effect of the medicine, the wounds on Hera's body quickly stopped bleeding and healed. It would not be long before these wounds vanished completely, leaving not a single scar behind.

Having finished pouring the medicine, Luo Yong covered all the holy light with the cloak, let out a soft sigh, and said, "Leave this place to us for now. Do not push yourself any further."

Then, footsteps sounded, and his figure gradually faded into the distance.

Hera slowly opened her eyes, letting out a secret sigh of relief.

Such an experience was the first of her life as well. Although she had remained silent and feigned absolute composure, her heart was in utter turmoil.

Though the process was brief, it felt agonizingly long to her, every single second seemingly stretched to infinity.

"Leave it to... you?"

She looked at the departing figure, feeling a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Then, she shook her head, the blush on her cheeks fading and replaced by a hint of desolation.

"Once upon a time, I also entrusted this matter to someone reliable, but the result still turned out like this... Now, I can no longer foresee the future; I can only rely on my own efforts..." Hera leaned against a boulder, sensing her physical condition as she tried desperately to recover her magic power.

"Fatty, put in more effort, speed it up!" Luo Yong shouted while pulling out a great spear from somewhere unknown. Clamping it between his legs, he unleashed a three-spear combo—

"What the heck?! Can he M do that too?!" Pang Ding stared wide-eyed, feeling his psyche suffer a severe impact.

"What's going on, Old Luo, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine!"

Luo Yong roared, every muscle in his face tensed with exertion. The word "rage" was written plainly across his features, evidently provoked by something: "What I hate most is when people tell me: *There's no time left!* I despise that phrase! Whoever tells me *[there's no time left]* again, I will—"

At this point, Luo Yong wore a fierce, almost ferocious expression. He instinctively glanced back at Hera, who was leaning against the large boulder, and made a forceful grabbing and clenching gesture with his fist.

Hera happened to be looking over and saw his expression and gesture with crystal clarity, which inexplicably caused her face to flush red.

Who knows why.

"Roar!"

Another wave of monsters surged forward, higher in level and greater in number than before.

"Courting death! Three-spear technique—Vibrating Spear Style!!!"

Luo Yong went completely wild, roaring as he charged into the horde of monsters, his combat power soaring straight off the charts.

"Good lad, truly a ruthless warrior who trained in the Unspeakable Lands for eight months! The practice really paid off! Tsk tsk, he's almost catching up to me." Pang Ding praised, likewise charging into the monster swarm for counter-hunting, his speed and combat prowess equally unfathomable.

"What... what kind of people are these? Could it be... that deities are truly watching over this place?"

Hera slowly stood up once more, but this time she did not act rashly. Instead, she took out a special potion and applied it to various parts of her body with her own hands.

The cloak draped over her rose and fell with her movements, occasionally revealing flashes of holy light.

No wonder so many righteous gentlemen loved guarding the holy light...

"Roar!"

When Luo Yong and Pang Ding finished clearing another wave of monsters, the ambient magic here suddenly turned violent.

After a bout of intense magical fluctuations, a monster even larger, higher in level, faster, and more powerful than the previous ones appeared.

Following that pattern, several more emerged in succession.

Moments later, the scattered magic condensed, spawning monsters of various sizes and shapes nearby.

Some rushed toward Luo Yong and Pang Ding, while others pounced upon the place where Hera stood.

Hera had already finished applying the medicine and began to move forward once more, gripping her staff.

However, a gust of wind blew, and the holy light spilled out again.

Moreover, casting spells while wearing the cloak was inconvenient.

Therefore, she unfastened the cloak, adjusted its angle, keeping one side draped over her shoulder while tying the other beneath her armpit. This transformed the cloak into a high-slit, one-shoulder long dress.

Even so, the holy light still leaked out.

Swish!

Luo Yong appeared before her in a flash, standing with his back to her, and said emotionlessly, "Do not attack. Recover a bit more; leave this place to us."

"But..."

Hera gazed at the high-level monsters in the distance and said, "There really is almost no time left! And their levels are too high; the two of you might not be able to handle them..."

Swish!

Luo Yong turned around angrily, glaring at this woman who was obviously weak yet stubbornly putting up a tough facade. He grabbed her collar, causing even more holy light to spill out.

Yet at that moment, their eyes locked, and neither noticed nor cared about such things.

"Do not say *[it's almost too late]* and *[there's no time left]* in front of me, or I will never let you go!"

Luo Yong gripped Hera's collar tightly, as if intending to lift her right off the ground.

Yet his action merely pulled the cloak taut without actually hoisting her up.

"If you don't listen, don't blame me for being unpolite!"

Luo Yong leaned close to Hera's forehead, glaring right into her eyes, and uttered those fiercely intense words.

Then, he spun around and waved his hand. The Empress materialized and likewise waved her hand.

Swish, swish, swish!

An entire legion appeared, displaying its peerless and formidable combat strength.

Boom!

The sound of artillery was deafening!

Whoosh!

Screech!

Buzz...

Fireballs, wind blades, and flashes of electricity.

Intense magical fluctuations swept across the entire battlefield. The wind rushing through the air once more lifted Hera's cloak, spilling forth the holy light.

Yet she paid no attention to this, staring blankly instead at the magical puppet soldiers before her, feeling as though everything in front of her were a dream.

"I must be dreaming! Yes, my body hasn't been completely exposed to anyone, all of that was just—"

"Roar!"

Amidst the demon's roar, an emotion of utter despair echoed.

Luo Yong stood beside Hera, shielding her in front to prevent her from suffering further harm, while activating his gravity domain and casting anti-gravity spells.

Whether it was the blasted earth, flying rubble, torn fragments of blood-stained dresses, or solid remnants of demonic limbs blown close by the wind, everything was intercepted, rendered weightless, and drifted harmlessly aside.

Within a three-meter radius, an invisible barrier seemed to isolate everything.

It gave off an aura immune to all spells.

At that moment, not only was Hera's cloak fluttering in the wind, but Luo Yong's clothes snapped wildly as well.

Though not exceptionally tall, his figure felt as though a deity had descended to the mortal realm!

Hera witnessed all of this firsthand, her heart deeply shaken.

"I have a premonition that this emergence of the demons will be thoroughly ended."

Arriving at this conclusion, Hera was first startled, then overjoyed.

The shock was that the demons were bound to emerge anyway, which meant she truly was late and had failed to prevent this from happening—that evil ritual was destined to be completed.

The joy was that this outcome...

Righteousness remained unconquerable!

The forces of evil were destined for a miserable defeat!

After a carpet-bombing attack that lasted for quite a while, the battlefield finally grew silent.

The air was still thick with the scent of gunpowder.

Luo Yong sighed, retrieved a top-tier equipment summoning scroll from his storage space, summoned a cloak, and tied it around Hera's neck, finally concealing all the holy light.

Then he summoned a pair of shoes and handed them to her.

"Thank you."

Blushing, Hera put on the shoes, looked around, and pointing at the already ruined campsite, said, "The final battlefield should be hidden right over there. There's an entrance leading to where the demon altar is located!"

"Is there anything we need to pay attention to once we get there?" Luo Yong asked.

"Old Luo, give me the key." Pang Ding suddenly approached, standing beside Luo Yong without even glancing at Hera, acting as if she didn't exist at all.

"What key?" Luo Yong paused, wondering what crazy stunt this dead fatty was pulling now.

"To cultivate. I'm going to practice more, maybe develop a dual-sword style or something to boost my combat power!" Pang Ding gestured with both hands.

"Actually, once training reaches a certain level, dual weapons aren't necessarily better than a single weapon." Luo Yong said while fishing out the key to the Unspeakable Lands and handing it to Pang Ding.

"I know, I know! It's just that I still have room for improvement! If I don't improve, you're going to overtake me, and then how am I supposed to be the older brother?!" Pang Ding declared righteously, then tore open space and vanished into thin air.

"Eh?"

In just a fraction of a second, right as Hera was about to say something, she watched space tear apart as the tall, robust young man—who was ironically nicknamed "Fatty" though far from fat—reappeared and casually tossed the key back.

Luo Yong caught it reflexively, nodded, and put the key away.

"You guys..."

Hera felt this whole sequence of events was highly abnormal—extremely, exceedingly abnormal!

What on earth were these two up to?

Though she was an astrologer with some mystic attainments, she didn't know everything.

Take the leakage of the holy light, for instance; she hadn't foreseen it, nor could she stop it when it happened.

"Nothing?" Luo Yong turned to look at the somewhat dazed Hera and said, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"Uh..."

Hera was startled once more.

What question had he asked just now?