But is everything really like this?
Even Yi Rong himself knows the result, and Bo Shuo, who caused all this, will naturally think of it.
The silk thread that was sucking Blood and Flesh rapidly gradually stopped at this moment.
Of course Bo Shuo will not let Yi Rong leave like this, at least leave here now.
Therefore, to stop Yi Rong, we must not only keep the mimic Yi Rong here, but also make all derivatives evacuate Blue Star.
Even if it's not for yourself.
Even if it's for yourself.
Red Thread, which was originally wrapped around the body of Silver Haired God, slowly evacuated and faded away, finally leaving a passage for people to pass by the side of Yi Rong.
There was a hole in the entire space.
It seems like the whole world is making way for Yi Rong.
Silver Haired God did not move. He stood here quietly, seeming to be thinking about the reason why Bo Shuo did this.
"I know I can't hold you back."
"What you came here is just a mimic. Even if I force this mimic to stay here, you still have Backup Plan. Maybe your other parts or clones are already outside, ready to go."
"But you gave me the last bit of hope, and I suddenly wanted to change my threat method."
Bo Shuo restrained the scalpel, slowly raised his head, and said casually, "Lost Paradise's form of existence is not a game?"
"What do you want to do?"
Most of Blood and Flesh inside Yi Rong's body was swallowed up, but the aura around him remained undiminished. He looked at Bo Shuo deeply.
Waiting for a reply.
Contrary to him, as Bo Shuo's Puppet Silk gradually absorbed more Deity's Flesh and Blood, his whole person's aura began to rise visibly to the naked eye.
Bo Shuo's strength, which was originally stagnant at Demigod-class, also increased rapidly, and finally completely broke away from the category of "human".
"Let's play a game, Yi Rong."
The young man gradually converged the surrounding Red Silk Thread, and the dark sky appeared in his sight again.
Black Mist gradually penetrates.
It is obviously a derivative of Deity, but at this moment, they are all crazily squeezing towards the young man next to them.
If you can't squeeze in, you will rub it against the Red String next to the young man without fear of death.
Bo Shuo waved them away casually, and he heard Silver Haired God's deep words.
"What do you want to bet on?"
Black Haired Youth looked up at the dense eyes in the sky and sighed at Yi Rong.
"Just bet on the survival of mankind this time. After all, even if I stop you, I can't stop the resurrection of so many Exam Venue."
"We bet on whether humans can survive this time."
The young man smiled and raised his hand, staring at the calm-looking Silver Haired God opposite.
"Want to bet with me?"
Yi Rong met his eyes and were silent for a long time.
"I don't need to bet with you. As long as I get out from here, everything will go according to my expectations."
"Besides."
Yi Rong paused, "It's not a good thing for you to stop me. Do you really think World Consciousness can be relied on?"
"He's no different than me, so I can't figure it out, Bo Shuo."
"I don't understand why you promised Him that if you cooperate with me, I can give you everything He can give you, and even more."
Silver Haired God didn't have much emotion in the words he spoke. He just became low-pitched when he said it.
"You can stop betting with me. Don't you want to get your power back? I have the power of your Three Factions in my hand. As long as you bet against me, you can get all the power."
"Of course, for the sake of fairness and as a corresponding bet, I also want your All Authority."
This is a huge benefit to Yi Rong.
After all, the High-level Exam Venue outside is expanding crazily, and everyone passing by will be involved, and then there will be no chance of survival.
Without any means of protection or detection, all human beings, no matter how high or low they are, will be equally involved.
In the end they all died.
Humanity's demise seems destined.
The outcome of such a bet is destined.
For Yi Rong, it is a sure profit.
As long as He controls World Consciousness during the bet and does not allow Him to participate, He can wait for rich fruits.
But Yi Rong's focus was obviously not on this. He looked at Bo Shuo and said calmly:
"Do you know what losing authority means to you?"
Without waiting for Bo Shuo to reply, His words continued.
"The spore stripped away all authority and placed it on you, becoming part of the fabric of your soul, and in exchange, He died."
These words were equivalent to threats, but Bo Shuo was not afraid at all, and even asked with interest, "Is it possible that you are afraid?"
Yi Rong looked deeply at Bo Shuo.
Even though countless memories of him were constantly replaying in her mind, Yi Rong still found that she couldn't understand him.
In fact, even if Spore Yi Rong dismantles himself into countless pieces, he still stubbornly pushes towards Bo Shuo.
Sometimes He is a stone when Bo Shuo is off work, or a small handful of inconspicuous ashes on the desk in the office.
Sometimes it's a little snow falling in his hair.