"Hehehehehe... hehe?"
The Bull-Headed God suddenly realized that He was stuck.
The portal stopped projecting and began to shrink, while His projection was only halfway out.
The old man was furious. "Damn it!"
Not only has his previous faith sacrificed in vain, but his most promising junior is now on the verge of death.
Seeing this, the Dharma King called out on the Local Area Network, "Withdraw!"
The altar and statues have been destroyed, and there aren't many remaining Wandering Corpse. The Circus can now make its exit.
"Hey bro, give me a hand!"
"There's only half a body left, it's really impossible to pull it out. You'll have to figure it out yourself."
"Please finish this for me, thank you."
"Get out of here when the wind gets strong!"
"..."
The clones fought and retreated, and those that were seriously injured or missing limbs either self-destructed or were finished off by passing clones.
In less than a minute, the clones had vanished completely, leaving not even a single corpse behind.
The old man's expression kept changing.
What exactly is the nature of this group?
That's too ruthless of them to turn on their own people!
The moment the portal closed, the Bull-Headed God managed to pull half of his body out.
His hundred-meter-tall body stood on one leg, with the left half of his body neatly severed diagonally downwards from the shoulder.
"How did the land of the God of War's Land of Faith become so chaotic and disorderly?"
The Bull-Headed God looked around, surveying everything in the world from his high vantage point.
The distant stones trembled. "A projection of the power of the Strange God!"
"What on earth is that old bastard High Priest up to?!"
It shifted its body restlessly, trying to burrow deeper into the ground.
The blonde, mature woman commanded the surviving Holy Temple Army to move towards her.
She gritted her teeth and made a decision in her heart.
Under no circumstances should the evil god be allowed to obtain the Source of God of War, even if it costs everyone's lives.
The warriors of all races panicked, as many of them were unaware of the evil god.
Judging from the aura and pressure emanating from the Bull-Headed God, the old bull was definitely not a good thing.
Daoist Miao stopped fighting Qin Ze and rushed towards the Bull-Headed God immediately.
The aversion to evil gods is etched into the Source of God of War.
Therefore, Daoist Miao placed the Bull-Headed God as his top priority.
Daoist Miao produced a piercing Sonic Boom in the air.
A straight line of fire erupted from the ground, instantly igniting the martial artists and Wandering Corpse along its path.
Upon seeing this, the one-legged ox clicked its tongue in amazement. "Isn't this the God of War?"
"Ten thousand years have passed, and all that's left is the Source of God?"
boom--
Countless dazzling Blazing Sun Fire erupted within Daoist Miao's body, covering the Bull-Headed God with firepower from all directions.
A series of sparks erupted on the Bull-Headed God's body, but they did not cause him any real damage.
The surrounding Soul Breath coalesced into thick chains, crisscrossing and weaving together to form a giant spider web, tightly trapping Daoist Miao.
"Cracking--"
The mark between Daoist Miao's brows bloomed, instantly transforming into a Golden Crow with outstretched wings, tearing apart the chains that bound him.
Just as he was about to break free, a mountain-sized demonic claw slammed down, slamming him to the ground.
Bang bang bang bang--
The Bull-Headed God's one leg stomped repeatedly on Daoist Miao, causing the entire world to tremble.
"Although it's just a tiny projection of power, and I can't wield many authority over it, it's enough to deal with you."
The blonde mature woman led the Holy Temple Army toward Daoist Miao's side, but unfortunately, there were too many Wandering Corpse along the way.
Wandering Corpse corpses, once they form a certain scale, become even more troublesome than a beast tide.
The blond man cried out urgently, "Hold on!"
boom--
A pillar of fire shot into the sky, piercing through the foot of the Bull-Headed God.
Daoist Miao delivered a powerful "rocket headbutt" that slammed into the Bull Head's chest.
"Ban!"
The Bull Head's head grinned, and countless faint black threads instantly appeared around it.
The black silk wrapped around Daoist Miao's body and began to contract continuously.
Daoist Miao struggled incessantly, but the harder he exerted himself, the tighter the black silk tightened.
The Bull Head raised its single arm, the other end of a black silk thread connected to its palm.
Daoist Miao was like a Puppet on a string, firmly controlled by him.
This is interesting!
"This is so much fun!"
"I never imagined that the God of War would one day struggle to survive in my hands like an ant."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Although only half of it was projected, fortunately, the supreme god's power was immense, and he was still able to firmly control the situation.
Qin Ze sat on the ruins of the sacrificial altar, watching from afar as he ate melon seeds.
The high priest, bleeding from all seven orifices, sat leaning against the ruins like a tattered rag.
He was no longer the robust man he once was; instead, he had become incredibly thin and lifeless.
"You... aren't you going to save him?"
The high priest was on his deathbed; even speaking required all his strength.
Qin Ze, with his back to him, said, "There's no rush, let's wait a little longer."
The high priest watched Qin Ze's retreating figure and said, "You're not his attendant, and your relationship doesn't seem that close."
Qin Ze said calmly, "Would you believe me if I said we were just strangers who met by chance?"
The high priest nodded.
Qin Ze laughed and said, "This is the first time someone has believed the truth of my words."
The high priest looked at the Daoist Miao struggling in the distance under the Bull Head's grasp, and a sense of sorrow rose in his heart.
"If the Sun God knew that this would be the outcome ten thousand years later, I wonder what he would think."
"I'm dying, can you satisfy the curiosity of a dying man?"
Qin Ze replied, "Tell me about it."
The high priest slowed his breathing and asked in a deep voice, "Where does your Source of God come from?"
Qin Ze truthfully replied, " Star Gate."
Upon hearing this, the high priest's pupils dilated for a moment, then contracted again.
"So it really is related to the Star Gate after all..."
Neither of them spoke again, both silently watching the "drama" unfolding in the distance.
The Bull Head's roar, the Daoist Miao's painful groans, the blonde woman's furious shouts, the Wandering Corpse ' howls...
They seemed to be outsiders, oblivious to all the noise around them.
Daoist Miao's body was about to be torn apart by the black silk, the High Priest asked, "Aren't you going to intervene?"
Qin Ze patted his backside and stood up. "It's time to make a move."
"At any time, offering help in times of need is more appreciated than adding to someone's existing success."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden divine light erupted, and Qin Ze transformed into his beast form.
A six-armed giant, over a hundred meters tall, rose from the ground in an instant.
Divine Markings crisscrossed his body, blue flames burned in the surrounding void, and a thunderous dragon roared at his shoulder.
The high priest's expression was incredibly complex; he stared wide-eyed and muttered to himself, "So... this is your divine body?"
Blue flames surged from beneath Qin Ze's feet, instantly engulfing the High Priest.
"How enviable..."
His shriveled body melted away rapidly, leaving only a shallow mark on the ground.
Qin Ze picked up Miss Sword Case: "Are you ready?"
Miss Sword Case answered firmly, "It's ready!"
"Let's go then." Qin Ze, carrying Miss Sword Case, used Void Traversal: "The male lead always has to appear last!"