It's Over... It's All Over...

The dizziness from the spatial tear had not completely subsided when Yu Xiaogang crashed heavily onto a cold, rocky ground.

A sharp, piercing pain exploded from the broken part of his left shoulder, tearing his nerves apart.

He instinctively reached out with his only remaining right hand to cover it, only to find a disgusting mass of slowly decaying, rotting, and withering gray flesh, silently scattering dust mixed with sulfur and death.

His vitality, like a floodgate opened, poured out wildly, accompanied by the surging Soul Power that had once filled him with ecstasy.

"Ughh..."

Even worse than physical pain is the lingering fear from the depths of the soul, the aftershock of being crushed by a higher being.

Bibi Dong's icy gaze, as cold as ten thousand years of Mystic Ice, Lin Xia's all-seeing scrutiny, and that fleeting glimpse of a golden figure filled with sacred disgust... were like the most vicious brand, Burn away his reason.

"Why?! Why?!"

Yu Xiaogang writhed and struggled wildly on the cold rock, like a maggot that had been severed but was still twitching.

Thick, sticky blood mixed with gray dust seeping from the wound on his severed arm, covering his face and tattered clothes.

He roared like a wild beast at the empty, dimly lit space filled with jagged rocks, his voice filled with endless resentment, bitterness, and a deep-seated fear.

"God of Wrath! God of Wrath!!" he cried.

A hysterical scream echoed in my mind, my soul trembling with extreme fear.

"What on earth is going on?! Bibi Dong, Lin Xia! And that guy who exudes a disgusting, holy aura! How did they know me?! How did they find me so accurately?! And arrive so quickly?!"

He believed he had received divine power, accomplished the feat of murdering Flender, and taken the first step towards revenge. He should have been a hidden dragon, waiting for his opportunity to strike.

But reality was like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice and Toxic, dousing him from head to toe— the Ember of revenge he had just ignited was precisely extinguished by his enemy!

If it weren't for the gods intervening at the last moment...

[Useless! Shut up!]

A voice, brimming with boundless rage and a hint of barely Frisk weariness, boomed like thunder in Yu Xiaogang's chaotic mind, instantly suppressing all his frenzied screams.

Yu Xiaogang's howl abruptly stopped, his body convulsing violently from the pressure of the divine sound, and the decay at the severed arm seemed to accelerate.

He was like a chicken with its throat being choked, only his gasping breaths remaining, his eyes filled with fear, resentment, and a hint of humble pleading.

[Who do you think you can fool?]

The voice of the God of Wrath was icy and chilling, carrying a violent rage of offense.

[The moment you completed the Godly Trial, the eruption of divine power was like a torch in the darkness! Anyone who even remotely touches the threshold of the divine path can sense it!]

Yu Xiaogang was stunned, his remaining rationality struggling to function.

"But... but I just gained that power... it was only for a moment..."

[In an instant?]

The voice of the God of Wrath was full of sarcasm.

[For an entity protected by divine power, a single instant is enough to Lock-On your location hundreds or thousands of times! Especially...]

His voice trailed off, as if suppressing some intense emotional turmoil—a mixture of fear, anger, and the shock and fury of having his secret exposed.

Yu Xiaogang keenly sensed this unusual situation, and his instincts for survival and revenge drove him to relentlessly pursue the question.

"Especially what? God! Tell me! How did they manage to find me?!"

A brief silence fell, as if the very air itself had solidified. Yu Xiaogang felt as if his soul was being crushed by this silence.

Finally, the violent voice rang out again, carrying a chilling, almost Lash Out tone.

[Why? Because of those three who just descended... They were all Wrap in the aura of other gods! That Bibi Dong... the mark deep within her soul is Rakshasa! That madwoman who toyed with death and resentment! And that blonde woman radiating that hateful light... She's an angel! A lackey of light and judgment!]

Every name, every divine name, was like a heavy hammer, slamming down on Yu Xiaogang's remaining mental defenses.

"God... god?"

Yu Xiaogang was completely dumbfounded, his eyes vacant, his lips moving unconsciously as he repeated the word that made his soul feel absurd and cold.

"Rakshasa? Angels?... They... they've all been chosen by the gods? Watched by them?"

He had just been Spite fate for not granting him Innate Full Soul Power fifty years ago, but now he was being told that the very things he considered his mortal enemies, the things he wanted to ruin, actually had gods backing him up?!

An unprecedented, bone-chilling cold instantly froze his blood, even numbing the pain of his severed arm.

He felt like an overconfident beggar who had just stolen a rusty dagger and dared to attempt to assassinate an emperor fully armed and surrounded by guards!

No, it's worse than that!

Those emperors themselves possessed divine powers that he could not comprehend!

That's right!

The voice of the God of Wrath carried a twisted pleasure, seemingly quite pleased to see Yu Xiaogang's despair at this moment.

[If they didn't have the attention of the gods, if their divine perception didn't far surpass that of mortals, how could they have so quickly Lock-On you, this newly born 'torch'? How could they have forced this god to... Hmph!]

The God of Wrath did not continue speaking, but Yu Xiaogang understood.

This forced Him to spare no expense and personally intervene, tearing open space to rescue people!

His final cold snort was filled with a forced, exposed rage and a hint of... the pent-up frustration that Yu Xiaogang dared not delve into?

"Wholesale..."

Yu Xiaogang lay slumped on the cold rock, his eyes unfocused, silently murmuring this absurd word.

"When did the gods start... going into bulk?"

He felt that all his lifelong understanding had been overturned.

Aren't gods supposed to be high above, ethereal and unattainable? Aren't they supposed to be rare, appearing only once in a lifetime, and only favoring unparalleled geniuses?

Bibi Dong, Lin Xia, and that unknown blonde woman... what makes them so special?!

Despair, like the thickest ink, completely extinguished the twisted Lie Yan of revenge that had just ignited in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

Is Bibi Dong the successor of the Rakshasa God?

Was Lin Xia also favored by an unknown deity?

Is there another Angel God's spokesperson?

How can we fight like this?

Yu Xiaogang, a meager figure who only gained a pitiful amount of power by killing his sworn brother and whose body was half crippled, how could he possibly fight against three darlings of the gods?

The Second Trial of the God of Wrath —to ruin Bibi Dong and Lin Xia's reputations?

Five years?

What is five years compared to those favored by the gods?

He probably couldn't even get close to them! In fact, surviving was now a luxury for him!

"It's over... it's all over..."