Ruined and decayed, they were almost dried corpses. Clearly, they had died long ago; the Blood God had merely used bizarre means to create an illusion.
Strictly speaking, everyone in this village had died long ago. Not a single person remained alive.
Sleeping in coffins and lighting incense were merely the Blood God's tricks. Anyone who entered and actually obeyed would instead die without a burial place, with no possibility of survival whatsoever.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The monsters burst one after another. Before long, all the villagers connected to the Blood God by red chains had died.
The air was filled with the stench of decay.
Then Fang Yang seized the chains and pulled hard.
Clatter!
Amid the rattling, the Blood God was dragged straight to his side.
His face was filled with terror.
Before he could beg for mercy,
a broad hand clamped around his skull, then squeezed hard.
Bang!
The Blood God died on the spot. A streak of light shot out of his body, but the instant it emerged, Fang Yang caught it and casually stuffed it into his mouth.
Fang Yang's gaze grew colder and purer.
The mist began to disperse.
The mountain village revealed its original appearance.
Everything was desolate and dilapidated, with corpses everywhere.
At that moment, Fang Yang turned toward the Strange Bride floating in the air. The corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile as he gazed at her.
"What about you? Do you intend to oppose me too? Do you want to die as well?"
Meeting that icy gaze, the Strange Bride could not help shuddering, seemingly not having expected the Blood God to die so easily.
But soon, she could not help smiling sweetly.
Dressed in the Phoenix Crown and Rosy Veil, she gently flicked her pale hand,