The Red Moon hung high!
That meant Jiang Qiao had made his move!
The battle was over, and both sides had suffered heavy losses. This was the perfect opportunity for an ambush!
Venerable Yu happened to be bringing up the rear.
He happened to linger reluctantly at the doorway.
And as it happened...
He had suffered grievous injuries and no longer had the strength to fight. Besides, he never imagined anyone would attack him now!
Because there were no Half-Gods nearby.
Because a single step would take him to safety.
Because he could never imagine a Ninth Rank Awakened daring to brave the danger and attack him!
And so.
Jiang Qiao made his move!
He would borrow the power of the Red Moon Restaurant—to slay a god!
An immense will suddenly descended upon his body, enveloping his consciousness. This will was boundless, vast beyond measure, and utterly inconceivable.
Although this was his second encounter with it.
Although he had already become the Red Moon Restaurant Administrator, Jiang Qiao was still awestruck to his core.
He was merely a drop of water.
Now, he had flowed into a vast ocean.
Insignificance could not describe him, nor could fragility. As he swam within it, all meaning in his existence seemed to vanish, becoming utterly meaningless.
Fortunately.
The moment his body entered, it began to change.
Not only did he become broad and thickset, with a brutish face, but he also held a cleaver in one hand and a frying pan in the other, dressed like a hotel chef.
He looked rather comical.
A little ridiculous, too.
Yet this allowed him to retain his sense of self within that terrifying will.
It kept him from being assimilated.
"The first time I came in, the Supernatural Chef led the way for me. This time,