The Preacher's leaning body allowed Qin Ze to see what was behind him.
Large wisps of gray mist billowed out of the painting.
Aside from that, there's nothing particularly special about it.
Qin Ze was stunned. This was clearly different from what the Preacher had said; he did not see any connection to the Divine Domain.
Is the Preacher lying?
But he had no reason to lie, after all, his clone was so loyal.
While Qin Ze was still in a daze, the Preacher had already regained his footing.
His head had fully recovered, and the arm that the Saber King had severed had grown back.
"I could fight you guys like this all day long."
"Guess who will fall first?"
The Preacher grinned, his tone full of amusement and sarcasm.
Qin Ze swung the Sword Case like a hammer and smashed it down on the Preacher.
Unlike before when he was sluggish, the Preacher was now able to nimbly dodge some of Qin Ze's attacks, even though his legs were still firmly planted on the ground.
Not only that, his body's repair speed has also returned to its initial state.
It's like a machine that has been revitalized after a system update.
Qin Ze frowned.
If this fight continues, the Preacher was right; he and the Saber King will fall before the Preacher.
Qin Ze retreated to create distance, leaving the fight to the Saber King.
Without his buffs fully stacked, he couldn't last long against the Preacher and could only resort to sneak attacks.
While dealing with the occasional tentacles that attacked the Preacher, Qin Ze fell into thought.
The connection definitely exists; he just hasn't discovered it.
Based on the previous conversation between the other party and the clone, it can be seen that the connection is hidden very subtly.
"The repair speed for fog varies."
"The repair speed for a blown-out head is different from that of a severed arm or leg; the former is much slower than the latter..."
Thinking of this, Qin Ze's eyes lit up, and he transmitted his thoughts to the Saber King: "Destroy his head."
Upon hearing Qin Ze's words, the Saber King slashed away dozens of tentacles that were coming at him.
His skin was flushed red as he raised his sword high.
" Heaven Slaying!"
A white blade of energy, reaching the heavens and piercing the earth, cleaved through the gray mist and slanted towards the Preacher's head.
The Preacher remained unconvinced and stood still.
"How many times do I have to say it? The power of the Lord is beyond the reach of you mortals."
A denser layer of gray fog billowed out from both sides behind him, coalescing into a thick, solid high wall in front of him.
boom--
The Saber King's blade energy instantly shattered the wall of gray mist, but most of its power was also dissipated.
The remaining sliver of white light pierced through the void in an instant, flashing past the Preacher's head.
The Preacher got his head split open again.
The upper half of his head was cut off, revealing a teeming sea of writhing, boiling insects inside.
The layer of insects on the surface was shattered by the blade's energy, turning into a layer of charcoal-black powder.
The Preacher's massive body swayed violently, and gray mist began to rapidly pour into the shattered skull.
However, compared to the previous repairs of severed arms and tentacles, the process was significantly slower.
"Just as I thought."
Seeing this, Qin Ze confirmed his suspicions.
The speed at which the gray fog is repaired is closely related to the number of those dark red maggots.
Power needs a vehicle.
Especially divine power; even Level Nine Martial Artist would be overwhelmed and explode if they absorbed it.
The Preacher received the "divine intervention" not only did not have their bodies shatter, but were also able to regenerate continuously.
This convinced Qin Ze that the vessel for the evil god's power was probably those insects.
The Preacher's injuries this time were far more severe than when he was blown apart by Qin Ze; it took him only a few seconds to recover.
Qin Ze used Void Traversal while simultaneously transmitting his voice to the Saber King: "Get him away from that painting."
The Saber King charged forward with his sword, turning all the tentacles that blocked his path into fragments.
Bang--
With all his might, the Saber King slammed his right shoulder into the side of the Preacher.
The Preacher, already weakened by the buff, could no longer stand and his massive body slowly collapsed to the ground.
Its feet left their original position, and dozens of dense, twisted tentacles were pulled out from the soles of its feet, like the roots of an old tree.
Qin Ze had just finished his Void Traversal and was standing in front of the painting.
Golden Divine Markings flashed in his eyes as he looked at the painting on the ground.
This time, Qin Ze finally saw the so-called connection.
One could see rows of dark red maggots, each the size of a finger, linked together like chains, flying out of the painting and burrowing into the Preacher's mind.
As more and more worms accumulate in the brain, the repair process gradually accelerates.
The insects were too small, and they were in the gray fog.
If Qin Ze hadn't received this information beforehand and specifically used the Source of God to examine it, it would have been very difficult to discover.
The last time he saw the painting, the insects had just finished being released, which is why he didn't notice anything.
Bang--
Qin Ze, carrying the Miss Sword Case, slammed it heavily into the "One-Character Long Snake Formation," immediately severing the Preacher's connection to his Divine Domain.
The Preacher was just about to get up, suddenly lost connection and fell to the ground again.
"How is that possible!?"
The Preacher found it hard to believe.
The other party had discovered his connection to the Divine Domain.
Unbelievable, unheard of.
How did he know?
However, the Preacher no longer had much time to think.
The Saber King has begun to " War Stomp " it.
Although the Saber King didn't know exactly what had happened, he could tell that the Preacher was in an extremely weak state, and even his healing abilities were no longer very effective.
Under the relentless barrage of the Saber King's " Frenzied Saber Slash," the Preacher's body on one side was already Flesh and Blood.
The Preacher, pinned to the ground, tried his best to stand up again, but the Saber King wouldn't give him the chance.
At this moment, the Saber King demonstrated through his actions what it means for a mortal to stand shoulder to shoulder with a god.
The Preacher had barely begun to stand up when the Saber King immediately used " War Stomp " to flatten him.
Keep in mind that the Preacher's body is a hundred times larger than the Saber King's.
Qin Ze was still trying to stop the endless swarms of insects; a thick layer of "carbon ash" had already covered his feet.
If this continues, the Preacher will return to the embrace of his Lord in less than ten minutes.
The clone inside the eggshell felt a chill run down its spine when it saw the insects flying towards the Preacher's head.
If this is the price to pay for acquiring a disguise, then I'd rather not have it.
The thought of these worms crawling into his brain and body gave him goosebumps all over.
The Preacher's slightly weary voice then rang in the clone's ear.
"He discovered my connection to the Divine Domain."
The clone quickly replied, "It wasn't me."
The Preacher smiled. "Of course not you. Perhaps I'm just having a bad day."
The Believer Clone wept until death.
The Preacher preferred to accept his bad luck rather than suspect him.
"Here you go."
The Preacher's voice brought the clone back to its senses.
A wooden cane slowly materialized before him.