The instant the snap rang out, the space around Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, and Jiang Er within the pillar of light warped violently, and they vanished from where they stood.
Beneath the deep crimson sky, all that remained were endless angels and demons, along with Shen Qingzhu in the center of the Blood Pool, black wings spread behind him as he clutched his head in unbearable agony.
After Lin Qiye disappeared, Shen Qingzhu no longer needed to control his expression. His fists hammered the ice without pause, bloodshot veins creeping across those godly eyes.
Bang—!!
Shen Qingzhu's body exploded once more, turning into a rain of blood that vanished without a trace.
A moment later, black Dao auras swirled and reassembled his body. This time, beneath the pair of pitch-black wings on his back, the outlines of another pair of wings had actually begun to emerge.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the wings that had once been black as ink seemed as though someone had washed their color away, faintly revealing a hint of gray.
The angels and demons surrounding him lowered their heads, looking down at the madman on the ice who was clutching his head and roaring. The writhing scarlet Worm Eye turned again and again, as though they were communicating with one another—or pondering something.
Shen Qingzhu had now fused with the Hell Origin. If they killed him, this Lovecraftian Divine Kingdom would be destroyed along with him.
In their understanding, for a human as insignificant as an ant to try to control the Hell Origin was no different from seeking death. Even if they left him alone, he would soon explode and die. At that point, the Hell Origin would return to its place, and everything would go back to normal.
In the end, they