In the quiet hall.
You're very good.
Li Chen's voice echoed.
The Clown chuckled and said, "No, no, Your Excellency's terror is now celebrated by the world. I am but a nobody, unworthy of your praise."
Li Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.
As expected of the Clown is extremely cunning. His humble demeanor in his words makes people feel good, but it is often these smiling tigers who are the most terrifying.
Li Chen had already sparred with him once. Although he didn't know how strong this Clown was, his audacity alone was enough to make him look at him differently.
However, the two sides are currently on opposing sides.
Suddenly, Cang Yue's voice rang out from her elegant seat on the tentacle.
"Clown, Shu won't be going back."
The Clown's eyes remained perfectly calm as he looked over and replied, "Holy Maiden, this matter is not something I can decide. The High Priest has personally descended, and as a blood sacrifice, you cannot escape."
"Rather than making us do it ourselves, you'd better just cooperate."
"If things get heated, and the sect leader says he won't allow everything here to be annihilated, then who knows!"
His words were extremely arrogant, but he had the right to say so.
Even the Eighth Seat and Sixth Seats were dumbfounded.
A bomb is coming?
Even their God-Binding Cult wasn't in this hurry, yet the God-Slaying Cult has come with its entire sect?
Cang Yue pursed her lips, a hint of unease flashing across her expression. She hadn't expected that even the God-Slaying Cult would come for her sake.
Now it all depends on Li Chen's decision.
Even before the cult leader appeared, the atmosphere had already become tense.
The Clown smiled as he looked at Li Chen.
All confidence stems from the strength of one's backing; this statement is absolutely true.
In an instant, Dark Energy surged around them.
Countless strange murmurs echoed.
Li Chen's aura intensified, and he said in a detached tone, "Clown, what do you think are the chances of your God-Slaying Cult fighting me in the Black Mist?"
"Instead of trying to get someone out of my hands."
"Why don't you learn some etiquette first?"
In the blink of an eye, Black Mist surged forth from all around.
They began to wrap the entire castle.
From the outside, the entire dark castle was shrouded in a Black Mist, obscuring its outline. The increasingly eerie sounds continued to echo, like the howls of vengeful ghosts.
The Clown, however, said nonchalantly, "Eerie Lord, we, the God-Slaying Cult, are only here to reclaim what is ours. We hope you will refrain from interfering in our affairs."
"The Holy Maiden is a plaything coveted by our God. Even if you are the Eerie Lord, you cannot stop this. We can pretend that the believers you killed never happened, but the Holy Maiden must come back with us."
Li Chen snorted coldly, his tone icy as he said, "Are you threatening me?"
The Clown quickly lowered his head apologetically and said, "Of course not, I'm just stating the facts."
The Black Mist grew thicker and thicker, enveloping the entire hall in a haze. One could only sense the presence of living people by their aura. But Li Chen saw nothing; the Black Mist did not obstruct his vision.
Its capabilities are constantly being activated.
The Clown's words were very contradictory.
Now that the God-Slaying Cult is here, why doesn't he show himself?
Are you afraid of having your true appearance revealed?
The etiquette he mentioned earlier was an attempt to force the mysterious cult leader out; otherwise, if he were frightened by a single sentence, he, Li Chen, would be no longer worthy of Eerie Lord.
But where exactly is it?
He had tentatively released the Black Mist for several kilometers, but had not detected anything unusual.
Was the Clown just deceiving himself?
Why did he have such an imposing aura when he clashed with me?
Suddenly, Li Chen felt an extremely strange gaze coming from above. He looked up abruptly, and a blood-red vertical pupil on his forehead met its gaze.
Click~ Click~
A series of shattering sounds seemed to emanate from the surrounding void, and inexplicable murmurs echoed throughout the hall.
Blood trickled from Li Chen's eyes.
But he didn't pay any attention.
His blood-red eyes darted around frantically, meeting the gaze of which gaze?
The calamity, and the strange creatures naturally sensed this terrifying suffocation, and their figures quickly flashed to the area below the throne.
It was clear what was happening: their own Eerie Lord and the God-Slaying Cult were testing each other.
The Clown, like a dark shadow, moved towards Cang Yue.
The Eerie Lord was being held back, and those half-human, half-demon creatures were now protecting him. It would be foolish for the Sixth Seat and Eighth Seats not to flee in this situation.
A pair of dazzling black butterfly wings unfolded behind the Sixth Seat, swiftly lifting the dead-dog-like Eighth Seat and carrying him outside.
The barrier formed by Dark Energy was torn open by the still conscious Eighth Seat using his ability, and the two of them, like two small black dots, quickly disappeared in just a few seconds.
Zero also noticed the Clown's movements.
The tentacles twitched, thinking they could knock it away, but the dark shadow simply bypassed them and charged towards Cang Yue.
"Time Engraving Gun!"
With a "bang".
Several bullets wreathed in black light were fired in succession, accurately hitting the dark figure and immediately slowing its speed.
The Clown's smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression as he looked at Cang Yue and said, "Holy Maiden, the Sect Leader is growing impatient."
"As a blood sacrifice, you should obediently be offered up, so that our Lord may descend upon the world to trample all things and grant us eternal life!!"
"This is your destiny, your Fate."
Cang Yue sneered, "Fate, Fate, have you ever considered that if I want to die, no one can stop me? The so-called immortality is only believed by fools like you."
Is the cult leader really the cult leader?
"He is nothing but an Eerie Monsters wandering beyond the Starry Sky, merely sensing the call of the Old Gods, thus guiding you, humans driven by desire, to your deaths!!"
"Immortality, are you trying to make me laugh to death?"
"Even the Gods dare not claim to be immortal; for humanity to dream of such a thing is nothing but wishful thinking!"
His words revealed an undisguised disgust for the God-Slaying Cult. Cang Yue rarely displayed such an attitude; at least, Ling had never seen it before, and of course, he was the only one who hadn't.
"Ha ha ha." At this moment, the Clown laughed, a terrifying laugh. His eyes seemed to be fixed on Cang Yue like a bloodthirsty beast. "Immortality? Of course I know immortality is fake, but who isn't subject to their own will?"
"Gaining power comes at a price."
"If He doesn't descend, how can I kill a god?"
"How did I become the ultimate fear?"
"And you are the final link in His coming, you must die!"
At that moment, the Clown's body began to swell.
The smiling mask on his face gradually began to look eerie, with cracks appearing on his body, as if countless skulls were emerging from those cracks, making it extremely strange.
The man who had entered with the Clown earlier also moved.
Numerous silver threads emerged from his body.
The surrounding void was torn open.
One after another, the God-Slaying Cult of the Calamity Realm were drawn out.