The four members of the Blood Banquet Guild were utterly shocked; they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
The blood on the Executioners was found to belong to the god they worshipped.
How could that be? That's a god!
But they did indeed sense the presence of their god in that blood.
This forced them to believe it.
Did their god also suffer the same fate as the Blood Moon Goddess? Were they both killed by the Executioner before them?
Their faith collapsed, and their minds were in complete chaos.
They were influenced by evil gods, and for them, the gods were their spiritual pillars.
But now that God is dead, their pillar has collapsed.
Xu Dong's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
The shock of this event far outweighed the fact that the ghosts he kept did not obey his commands.
This had a huge psychological impact on him.
Now, they have no more doubts about the Executioner killing the four members of the Blood Moon Guild and the Blood Moon Goddess.
This Executioner is perfectly capable of doing it!
Now the Executioner is going to kill them too.
Fear and despair welled up in the hearts of the four men; there was no doubt that the enemy before them could kill them.
Any resistance they put in was nothing more than a dying struggle.
After all, this is an existence capable of killing gods.
Suddenly, the Monster System Ability User's expression turned ferocious, and he clutched his head in pain, his sanity rapidly fading away.
The blood of the evil god is corroding his will.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expression was crazed, and he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
He will go completely insane before long.
"Get away from him!" Xu Dong hurriedly took a few steps back and shouted.
The remaining three people were gathered together, and none of them looked well.
Now they not only have to face the Executioner, but also their teammates who have gone mad because of the blood of the evil god.
They already had little chance of winning, and now their strength has been reduced by almost half; it's utterly hopeless.
The crazed Monster System Ability User lunged at Xu Dong and his two companions.
He has completely gone mad; he no longer distinguishes between friend and foe.
He is driven by a frenzied killing intent; he will kill anyone who gets close to him.
Dealing with a superhumanly strong madman is definitely a very troublesome thing.
During the fight, Xu Dong took a punch. He was Soul-type Ability User, and most of his combat power was concentrated on the ghosts and monsters he kept.
Although he could directly attack the opponent's soul with his mind, such an attack would have almost no effect on a madman.
Moreover, this madman was corrupted by the blood of an evil god and lost his mind.
But someone was in a worse situation than him. That Illusion-type Ability User was already injured, and now he was targeted again and punched to the ground.
He coughed up blood again, lay weakly on the ground, his eyes filled with despair.
Now, no one can save him, because his two teammates are also too busy to help themselves.
Suddenly, the crazed Monster System Ability User stopped moving, the madness in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his gaze returned to clarity. He seemed to have regained some of his rationality.
The man with Illusion System abilities breathed a sigh of relief, secretly pleased that his teammate had regained his senses in time, otherwise things could have been dangerous.
He had just been lying there waiting to die.
He struggled to his feet and said, "Brother, you almost killed me! Luckily you recovered in time."
"Really? Then I'm so sorry, I really should have killed you!"
The man was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized that this person was definitely not his teammate.
Because his teammates would never say something like that.
He immediately used his ability to try and disappear, but he was still a little too slow.
A hand grabbed his arm, pulling him back from his invisible state.
He saw his teammate's gaze—a pair of emotionless eyes, filled with coldness.
The icy gaze fell upon him, sending a chill down his spine.
A chill ran down my spine.
He recognized that gaze; it was exactly the same as that of the Executioner.
He knew that his teammates were being controlled by the Executioner.
A blood-stained dagger slashed across his body.
The knife was incredibly sharp; it sliced through his clothes, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his skin.
It was just a shallow cut; given his constitution, such a wound would heal on its own in a few minutes.
But the wound inflicted by that knife was quite different.
Although the wound was small, it caused him excruciating pain, making his body tremble uncontrollably and cold sweat bead on his forehead.
Not only that, the flesh above the wound is rotting at an extremely rapid rate.
The decay continued to spread, frantically destroying his body.
The excruciating pain caused him to let out a agonizing roar, his hands clawing wildly at the ground until his fingernails bled.
The excruciating pain assaulted his brain, causing him to lose all reason. Driven by instinct, he writhed and screamed in agony.
He was in utter despair, and kept banging his head against the ground.
He knew he could no longer live, and only wished for a quick and painless death.
But his teammate, who was being restrained, thoughtfully held him down, afraid that he would run himself to death.
At this moment, he couldn't even struggle; all he could do was scream in agony.
He didn't even have the right to commit suicide.
Now he finally understood the meaning of what he had just said.
If he had been killed earlier, he wouldn't be experiencing this kind of pain now.
Sometimes, living a little longer isn't necessarily a good thing.
He stared wide-eyed at the Executioner before him; this was an absolute and terrifying Demon.
No wonder even the gods feared those Executioner.
The other two witnessed everything, and they felt a sense of shared sorrow, but neither of them tried to save their teammate.
Because they too are afraid; they are afraid that this pain will also befall them.
Hearing their companions' pitiful cries, they knew that falling into the hands of the Executioner would be worse than death.
Ten minutes later, the screams finally stopped.
Because that decaying power had spread throughout his body, bringing his life to a complete end.
This sent chills down their spines; although they weren't the ones killed, they might very well meet the same fate.
There was a sense of desolation in Xu Dong's eyes.
They were facing a god-slayer, an being capable of killing even gods; they had no right to fight against him.
They couldn't possibly survive. Absolutely not.
He was filled with remorse. This matter had nothing to do with them; why did they have to get involved?
Now, everyone in the Blood Moon Guild is dead, and they will get nothing.
This operation was pointless.
A sense of desolation welled up in his heart. Looking at the ghost he had raised, he thought, "Perhaps this is a good choice."
Without hesitation, he charged toward the crazed black mist monster.
To die at the hands of the very ghosts one has raised is a pretty good ending.
But he had no chance, because his life no longer belonged to himself.
Without the Demon's permission, he didn't even have the right to commit suicide.