Gag—

When time stops, what do you think about?

If you could extract the thoughts of all the esteemed readers, you could probably compile them into a book.

And that book actually exists in the real world, called the "Criminal Law."

In reality, when time stops, you can't think of anything.

Consciousness is attached to existence, and the essence of [existence] is [time].

When time freezes, existence is absent, consciousness is unaware, and people lose all thought, turning into flesh statues.

This experience is terrifying because those trapped in time stasis might feel like they are already dead.

But it might not be so terrifying because that person probably wouldn't even realize they were trapped in time stasis.

It's unclear how much time passed. For Cheng Shi and the others, it might have been an instant, but for the Dread Demons, it could have been a lifetime...

The effect of the area fast-forward slowly ended, and Song Yawen, who had been hiding behind Cheng Shi, gradually regained clarity.

The moment his thinking ability returned, he felt the ultimate blossoming of death.

The Dread Demon corpses overhead began to fall, their bloodless flesh and countless tentacles pouring into the still-clean space.

The aura of the dead washed over him, so thick it felt like gel, making Song Yawen's spirit tremble from the depths of his soul.

"What level of Death Domain is this?

Does a Death Domain of this level truly exist??

If this were unleashed, wouldn't it summon the True God of Death???"

After a triple dose of shock and doubt, Song Yawen wasted no time. He clearly remembered Cheng Shi saying that this attack of his would be the key to saving them.

Watching the tentacle monsters, which had no more flesh to eat, wriggle frantically towards the six of them, Song Yawen took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning pure black.

Reaping State, activate!

He extended his hands and tightly gripped his own neck.

With a "snap," he ruthlessly broke his own neck.

Then, this standing "corpse" of Song Yawen began to slowly dissipate. The dense death energy surrounding them instantly boiled, a chilling wind howled, and green light surged. In the blink of an eye, a massive black scythe with world-destroying power appeared above their heads.

Cheng Shi and the others had just recovered their senses. Looking at the Scythe of Death suspended above their heads, their breathing hitched.

It was huge.

It was too huge.

They had never seen such a terrifying Scythe of Death. Even the small skull ornament at the end of the handle was like a colossal statue carved from a mountain.

Not to mention the blade, which emitted a faint green glow, looking like a sharp edge capable of cutting through planets.

Even in the game of 2100, Cheng Shi had never seen such a large Scythe of Death!

Now, he had only one thought: to pray that Song Yawen wouldn't go crazy and take them all with him.

"Soul Slumber, Life's End! Funeral Procession, Reaping!"

As faint incantations boomed across heaven and earth, the giant scythe, carrying the whispers of the undead, swung down.

Except for the area where they stood, the entire visible ruin instantly cracked.

It shattered like glass, spiderweb cracks spreading.

Then...

One after another, sighs embracing death echoed through the sky. The countless tentacle monsters, bloated from feasting on flesh, closed their eyes as if falling into a peaceful slumber.

Death was never a world-shattering event.

The moment the scythe swung, their life flames quietly extinguished.

When a person dies, the scythe vanishes.

It took only a few seconds.

But the rising aura of the dead around them had not yet dissipated. These auras twisted and ascended, converging again and coalescing Song Yawen, who should have been "dead."

He fell from the air, panting and drenched in sweat. As soon as he landed, he toppled into the blood and filth, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

Nangong, who was closest, instinctively tried to help him up, like a healer. As soon as her hand touched Song Yawen's wrist, she found his body to be exceptionally healthy, even full of vitality, as if at his peak.

His convulsions weren't from exhaustion after a desperate ultimate move, but from the climax of excitement.

"Awesome—awesome—

I felt like I saw the appearance of my Lord, saw Him seated on a throne of bones, and bestowed upon me a giant scythe.

Awesome—

Cheng Shi, you're too awesome!!!"

He gasped for breath, struggling to get up, his limbs flailing.

"With this one move, my life is worth it..."

Cheng Shi smiled at his words, and Nangong, with a hint of disdain, let go of Song Yawen's hand.

Chen Chong and Cao Sansui were still immersed in the earth-shattering scythe attack from before, unable to snap out of it. It wasn't until the Dread Demon's flesh and dead tentacles were about to engulf them that Chen Chong, carrying the half-dead Cao Sansui, finally stood up from the bloody mire.

"Did... did we finish it?"

He still couldn't believe it. So many Dread Demons, such a massive army, all gone just like that?

What had just happened?

Seeing Chen Chong's curious gaze, Cheng Shi chuckled and said:

"Don't think about it, you don't want to know what happened. Also, it's not over. The skeleton army is missing its right flank. They'll likely send someone else to investigate the situation, so we need to leave quickly."

He also grabbed Xia Wan, who was struggling on the ground, and pointed to her swollen belly, calves, and back. He said seriously:

"Our combat power is severely damaged. Cao Sansui, Nangong, and Xia Wan have all lost their combat effectiveness. The two of them are okay, but Xia Wan's condition requires immediate treatment. We need to retreat first and find a place to regroup."

Song Yawen was still immersed in the excitement of his world-ending slash just now. Hearing Cheng Shi's anxious words, he blurted out:

"Isn't there still you?"

Cheng Shi, carrying Xia Wan on his back, scowled.

"What can I do, a 1500-point healer?"

"???"

Song Yawen's jaw dropped. He pointed to the hellish scene outside and stammered:

"You... you... this thing... wasn't it all you?"

As he spoke, his voice changed, "If you're 1500 points, I'll cut off my head and use it as a ball for you to kick."

Chen Chong's face also darkened. He picked up Cao Sansui on his back, grabbed Nangong, and walked out without hesitation. He thought to himself:

This guy definitely has strength, but he's too much of a show-off, which is annoying.

Even more annoying is that he always pulls it off!

The banter of the victor wasn't entirely unwelcome, but the environment didn't allow them to linger. So, the group struggled onward, fleeing east through the muddy ruins drenched in blood, taking one step forward and sinking another.

When they were in the center of the Death Domain, they hadn't felt it so directly. But as they stepped out of this flesh and blood hell, they truly understood what Cheng Shi had done.

Chunks of meat, dismembered corpses, slime, black blood.

The group felt like they had walked into a museum, where every object and form related to blood and flesh was exhibited. It was not only beyond imagination but also constantly challenged the sensitive stomach nerves of a normal human.

This scene could no longer be described.

Just this one instance gave the five people present a new understanding of [Procreation].

Could this be a lawful good deity?

Even Xia Wan, a follower of [Procreation], couldn't help but want to... looking at the nauseating scene.

"Blech—"

Nangong was the first to vomit.

She was already extremely weak from self-harm. Now, as her legs dragged through the flesh and blood mire, the foul, putrid smell that entered her nostrils didn't bring her the guidance of [Decay], but overwhelming nausea.

After the first shot was fired, the scene spiraled out of control again.

"Blech—Blech—"

No one could hold it in any longer.

Especially Chen Chong. To leave this hellscape as quickly as possible, he charged forward while vomiting. He carried someone who was also vomiting on his back and held the hand of someone else who was vomiting. The triple chorus of vomiting was extremely grating to his ears, making him want to collapse.

"Xia Wan, you have to hold on, this is the work of my Lord, it's guiding you..."

"Blech—"

"..."

Cheng Shi felt a warmth on his shoulder, followed by a twitch in his face.

"Your mo... mother must be very worried about you..."

Xia Wan, enduring the violent struggles of the "life" gestating within her, said weakly:

"My mother is dead... she offered herself to [Filth Fall]..."

"Oh, this..."

Cheng Shi felt a wave of regret for his insensitive remark: I really deserve to die...

"Compared to my mother, you should worry about my daughter. She might be born soon..."

Cheng Shi's face darkened, and he shouted forward:

"Chen Chong, get ready! Xia Wan is going into labor!"