Anomaly

After ascending to the Divine Realm, his master was separated from him not only by distance, but also by an entire world.

Just as he opened his mouth, as if to say something...

A sudden change has occurred!

The corpse of the already dead Beng Gong suddenly emitted eerie black mist.

The thick black mist, as black as ink, poured out from every pore of his dead body, like countless black venomous snakes, Entanglement, swirling, and churning.

A nauseating stench filled the air, as if something was rotting, or as if something was being reborn.

"Hehehehe--!!!"

That familiar, chilling laughter echoed from the black mist.

In the Simulation, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted. He subconsciously took half a step back, gripping the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand even tighter.

Xiao Wu's body tensed, her Soft Skill movements poised to strike. Ma Hongjun's flames suddenly surged, forcing the surrounding black mist back slightly.

Oscar held his silver staff horizontally in front of him, his eyes warily fixed on the churning black mist.

The black mist gradually condensed.

The terrifying figure, tens of feet tall, reappeared before everyone.

A cruel smile played on his lips, his dark eyes looking down at Fu Shiyan and the others. His voice was deep and resonant, echoing across the battlefield like muffled thunder.

"Boy, do you think you can kill me so easily?"

He raised his hand, and black mist condensed in his palm, transforming into a jet-black spear.

Then, he gripped the spear tightly, gave it a light swing, and the spearhead sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound.

"The devil—cannot die!"

He looked down at Fu Shiyan, a wide grin revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs:

"I just wanted to have some fun with a young upstart like you."

He tilted his head, his eyes full of mockery:

"Haha, you don't actually believe that, do you?"

He spread his arms wide, making an exaggerated gesture, as if embracing the sky:

"Hahaha!!!"

As he laughed, eerie black mist began to emanate from the monsters that had just been slain on the battlefield.

Clumps of black mist gathered and surged, and one after another, the monsters reappeared before the crowd. Their figures emerged from the black mist, their eyes burning with eerie green flames, and their mouths adorned with ferocious smiles.

Everyone took a step back in unison.

Even Tang San in the Simulation subconsciously took a half step back.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes swept over the monsters that reappeared, and then fell back to Bengong's ferocious face, feeling an indescribable solemnity surge in his heart.

Fu Shiyan's expression also turned serious.

He did not retreat, but simply watched the Beng Gong silently, his halberd slightly raised, the tip pointing at the ferocious figure.

The laughter that echoed through the Beng Gong gradually subsided. He lowered his head, looking at Fu Shiyan, the cruel smile on his lips deepening.

"You just said that Asura discovered the Abyss?"

He suddenly burst into laughter, a sharp and piercing laugh:

"Hahaha!!! How could that brat possibly have done all that?! He even sensed something was wrong with the Rakshasa God and killed him?"

"Haha, that's what he told you, right?!"

Then, his voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"That's all bullshit!!!"

A flash of violence crossed his eyes:

"Rakshasa was originally a spy sent by our Demon Realm! Everything he could see, we could see too! Including what happened to him before his death!"

He looked down at Fu Shiyan, his voice low and filled with barely suppressed anger:

"That bastard Asura killed Rakshasa only because of his own selfish desires!"

His chest heaved violently:

"If it weren't for that bastard Asura killing Rakshasa and ruining our plans— the Divine Realm would have already fallen into the hands of the Abyss!"

He paused, the anger in his eyes gradually subsiding, replaced by disdain.

"And at first, I thought Asura had already sensed something was wrong. I thought he had determined that the Godhood on Rakshasa belonged to the Abyss. I never expected that until Rakshasa died, that bastard didn't even know about the Abyss!"

He shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"I knew it! Old Asura only had a superficial understanding of the Abyss. How could a mere brat like him have such a coincidence? It's all that idiot's fault for ruining our plans!"

He looked at Fu Shiyan, his mockery deepening.

"Only a little kid like you would believe his nonsense! He can only fool greenhorns like you who have just ascended to the Divine Realm!"

As he was speaking, his gaze suddenly shifted to the direction behind the crowd, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"Speaking of which, you've been hiding and watching for so long, Bibi Dong —it's time for you to come out!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a purplish-black spatial rift suddenly appeared behind everyone.

The crack looked as if it had been torn open by an invisible giant hand, with purplish-black mist swirling around its edges, exuding a suffocatingly evil aura.

A figure slowly emerged from the crack.

She was dressed in a dark purple divine robe that clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves.

The divine armor was inlaid with countless tiny gems, each emitting a Youyou glow.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a purplish-black sheen flowing through the strands.

Her face was exquisite and aloof, but her eyes were filled with an eerie light.

Bibi Dong.

She exuded an aura of evil, like a witch emerging from the Abyss.

Behind her was a middle-aged man.

Yu Xiaogang.

He was wearing a gray robe, his face was thin, and his eyes held a complex expression.

His steps were somewhat hesitant, as if he was reluctant, but he still followed behind Bibi Dong and walked out.

Bibi Dong appeared, she looked at the Beng Gong and said with a slight smile:

"I thought you were dead just now. I was worried about you for a while."

She paused, a hint of mockery in her voice:

"They really don't appreciate kindness."

Beng Gong scoffed, his dark eyes filled with disdain:

"Heh, are you worried about me, or about this piece of trash behind you?"

"Are you worried that you won't be able to fulfill the promise I made to you because of my death?"

Bibi Dong's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and she shouted sharply:

"Beng Gong! Watch your words to Xiao Gang! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The man shrugged dismissively, his tone flippant. "The Beng Gong is nothing to me."

"So what? You think you can lay a hand on me for this piece of trash?"

"Bibi Dong, don't forget where your power comes from!!!"

He paused, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Besides, it's just a position in the Demon Realm responsible for guarding the septic tank. Giving it to this good-for-nothing who can only fart is just perfect!"

Bibi Dong's face instantly turned ashen, her voice sharp and filled with barely suppressed rage: