Qian Renxue (43)

"At last, this is getting interesting." Bibi Dong licked her lips, and the illusory Rakshasa God behind her fully solidified, transforming into a three-headed, six-armed Asura form. Death Aura spread like a tsunami, and wherever it passed, monsters fell in swathes.

"Wind, heed my call." Dai Chengfeng raised his longsword high above his head, and the sky—that dark red sky, covered in tumors—began to gather azure wind. It was not the power of this world, but pure Wind Element he had summoned from outside. Within the Abyss's domain, it gathered with difficulty, forming a tornado that linked heaven and earth.

Ares said nothing.

He simply charged, killed, charged again, killed again. His bone blade had already curled at the edge, and two of his tentacles had been severed, but he did not care. Thirteen thousand years of imprisonment, thirteen thousand years of madness, thirteen thousand years of waiting had finally found their meaning in this moment. Even if his sanity was fading, even if his body was mutating, War God Ares was finally, once more, fighting to protect.

Tang Wulin did not stop.

He charged toward the second tumor.

This time, the tumor's defenses were even tighter. Three Abyss Lords equivalent to First Class Gods were born from the tumor—though they were only incomplete forms, their strength far surpassed any monster from before.

One lord was a pure energy body, its form constantly changing, able to nullify most physical attacks.

One lord was a flesh giant like a mountain, each punch capable of shattering the earth.

One lord was a collective of vengeful spirits stitched together from countless souls, each shriek capable of shaking the Divine Soul.

Tang Wulin was surrounded.

But he smiled.

It was a smile of excitement, the joy of a warrior facing a powerful foe, the