Who Will Come to Die?
"Aaaaaah!"
A bloodcurdling scream, so shrill it was inhuman, burst from Christina's throat!
Before all the surviving cameras around the world, and in the horrified gazes of all the God's Agent on the Divine Island.
Christina's proud head of long, Viper hair, formed from Divine Power, withered and fell off in a second, turning into a pile of grayish-black powder.
Her once alluring and captivating face, capable of driving any man mad, aged and withered rapidly at a visible pace!
The smooth skin was covered with deep, crisscrossing wrinkles.
Her jet-black hair turned gray and sparse in an instant.
His upright posture quickly became hunched over.
In just a few seconds, the alluring and enchanting goddess envoy transformed into an ugly old woman with age spots on her face, missing teeth, and an aura of decay emanating from her body!
Her Divine Power, her divinity, and all her extraordinary abilities were completely stripped away under that gaze, reduced to their original state!
Even her life force was forcibly stripped away for decades by that terrifying "Annihilation" power!
"No... my power... my youth... give it back to me! Give it back to me!!"
Christina let out a desperate wail.
She felt utterly empty inside, unable to muster even a trace of Divine Power, and a fear she had never felt before surged from the depths of her soul.
She wanted to escape!
She turned around desperately, trying to escape that gaze!
However, it was too late.
Ning Hongye's face remained expressionless.
Those black, hole-like eyes calmly watched the old figure rolling and crawling on the ground, making a complete mess of his appearance.
Her body moved.
His movements were as swift as a ghost, leaving a faint red afterimage in his wake.
Almost instantly, he appeared behind Christina.
She gripped the hilt of the massive Mo Dao with both hands, raising it high above her head.
There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions.
It's the purest, most primal, and most violent thing—a fatal blow to the head!
"No--!"
Christina felt the terrifying wind pressure from above, enough to tear her soul apart, and let out the last scream of her life, filled with despair and resentment.
Boom!!!
The Black Iron Mo Dao, weighing hundreds of kilograms, crashed down with immense force!
The hard Black Tortoise Rock arena was smashed by this one blow, creating a huge spiderweb-like crater with a diameter of over five meters!
And in the center of the crater lay the once arrogant the West demoness...
This knife strike completely smashed him from head to toe into a pool of indistinguishable, bloody mud, obscuring flesh and bone.
Blood and bits of flesh, mixed with white brain matter, splattered in all directions.
The scene was extremely bloody!
silence.
An even more deathly silence than at the end of the first game.
If Li Jiahao's victory brought shock and disbelief to the the West world...
Ning Hongye's victory brought them the most primal fear and trembling from the depths of their souls!
One strike!
Both are one-hit kills!
Moreover, it was done in a more unreasonable, more bizarre, and more cruel and bloody way!
strip them of their Divine Power!
Deprivation of life!
Then, like smashing a tomato, he smashed a powerful God's Agent into a pulp!
Is this guy even human?!
On the divine High Platform, the remaining three agents were trembling violently and uncontrollably.
For the first time, fear appeared on the Butcher Andrei's ferocious face.
The shadowy figure in the black robe was so frightened that he took half a step back.
The gaunt old man, holding Black Book, trembled, unable to utter a single word.
"All Arts Fall Silent... This is the Ning family's ' Eye of Annihilation '! The legendary forbidden eye! How could she be here?!"
Geneva Headquarters.
Archbishop Marcius abruptly stood up from his throne, crushing the golden goblet in his hand, golden divine blood dripping from between his fingers.
His face was no longer composed and dignified; only a twisted ferocity and madness remained!
Two games!
Two consecutive losses!
And they were all instantly killed in one move!
He dispatched the most elite combat forces of the Divine Alliance!
If they lose another battle, according to the Sacred Contract signed before the war, their the West divine forces will completely lose the right to interfere in the Eastern lands, and will not be allowed to set foot in the Dragon Kingdom for a hundred years!
This was an ending that he, and the entire Ancient Gods Church, absolutely could not accept!
On the arena.
Ning Hongye pulled the blood-stained Mo Dao) from the deep pit.
With a blank expression, she re-bound her eyes with the dark red brocade.
It was as if the Overlord had just ruled over life and Death God and stripped away all laws was merely a figment of people's imagination.
She dragged her heavy Mo Dao, turned around, and walked back to her own camp.
Two to zero!
Dragon Kingdom, leading 2-0!
"We won! We won again!!"
After a brief silence, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the Dragon Kingdom Aircraft Carrier Battle Group!
Tens of thousands of soldiers excitedly threw their rifles into the air!
In city squares across the country, countless people embraced and wept, and the bright red national flags converged into a boundless sea!
The whole world was plunged into a frenzy and shock!
However, just when everyone thought the outcome was decided.
On the High Platform of the gods, the cold and insane Divine Sense of Archbishop Marcius echoed once again in the minds of the remaining three agents.
I don't care what methods you use!
"We must win the next game!"
"Angus!"
He directly named the shadowy assassin shrouded in black robes. "Your turn! I've already had ' The Witherer ' bury ' Ten-Thousand-Year Deep-Sea Corpse Poison,' enough to corrode even a god's body, in the soil of the arena!"
"Use your Shadow Divine Art to lure him into the trap! Kill him using the most despicable and unscrupulous means!!"
"For God's glory, at any cost!!!"
Archbishop Marcius's voice, filled with madness and venom, echoed like a curse in the mind of the shadow assassin Angus.
Angus's body, hidden beneath the cloak, trembled slightly.
Ten-Thousand-Year Deep-Sea Corpse Poison?
That's a forbidden object that even Hades, fears!
It is the most vicious curse extracted from the Ancient God, which sank tens of thousands of meters below the sea and was sealed for tens of thousands of years.
Once contaminated, even a true god's divine essence will be corroded, and their divine body will turn into a puddle of pus!
The Archbishop actually used something like this?
This is a complete breakdown in relations; they're not going to abide by any rules anymore!
but...
A flicker of excitement and cruelty flashed in Angus's pale green eyes.
He liked this feeling.
His greatest pleasure comes from reaping the lives of those self-righteous "heroes" in the shadows, using the most despicable means.
"Yes, Your Excellency, my great Archbishop."
Angus let out a low, Night Owl -like laugh.
"I will make the next Asian player rot into a pile of unrecognizable flesh in the deepest despair."
He took a step forward, and his entire body, like melting ink, silently merged into the shadow beneath his feet and disappeared.
On the arena, only a chilling sentence remained.
"The third match: Angus, the agent of the God of Corrosion and Shadows."
"Who will come to die?"