Boom boom boom--
The old guys in the Self-Destruct Squad had barely crossed the spatial barrier, and before they could even get their feet on the ground, they immediately self-destructed.
In an instant, the small space was filled with dazzling fireworks.
The power of a large group of level four, five, and even Level Six Martial Artist self-destructing is naturally not to be underestimated.
The violent energy of blood and qi swept across the entire area in an instant, causing the barrier on the spatial wall to flicker and loosen.
This is just the beginning.
As more and more clones arrived, the Self-Destruct Squad cleared the way ahead, bringing the bombing point closer and closer to the chairman.
"For the glory of the Circus!"
" The Self-Destruct Squad, always at the forefront!"
"With my body, I will become an eternal flame."
"No one can stop the Circus, not even a god."
"..."
One after another, the men charged forward, splitting into two groups.
They went to bomb the chairman and broke through Qin Ze's defenses.
The president's expression gradually turned serious. "A bunch of lunatics."
The fear of death is ingrained in the fundamental genes of living beings.
The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in every living thing.
These people in front of me, however, showed absolutely no regard for death.
They rushed to self-destruct, as if they were accomplishing some great feat.
Despite the chairman's years of manipulating his subordinates, he still hasn't reached the level of Circus.
They were willing to give up everything for their leader without hesitation.
At this moment, the president even wanted to ask Qin Ze how he had managed to do it.
The suppressive power of the coffin still exists, but the barrier has become unstable due to the interference of the Self-Destruct Squad.
"Rise--"
Brother Devour braced himself on the ground with both hands, the space behind him continuously shattering, the cracks spreading rapidly outwards.
Click click click--
And so, Brother Devour managed to prop himself up using only his brute strength.
That's it?
Brother Devour turned around and punched the coffin in the distance. The shattered space crashed into the coffin, making a crisp "clang" sound.
A divine artifact is a divine artifact after all. Even when subjected to a sudden attack, it remained completely unmoved, and not even a mark was left on its surface.
Seeing this, the chairman said calmly, "No matter how many small fry there are, they're still small fry."
Boom--
A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky.
The Dharma King, his body crackling with lightning and transformed into a monstrous form, stormed over the barrier.
"You old bastard, you're talking nonsense!"
After the Dharma King finished his warm greetings, lightning erupted from his body.
A demonic claw made of lightning slammed down on the coffin.
Everyone realized that the coffin was the final turning point.
If the coffin loses its suppressive power, the crowd could swarm in and smash that old bastard's head off.
A violent bolt of lightning exploded on the coffin and engulfed it.
The barrier on the coffin instantly went out.
With a "snap," the guild leader clasped his hands together, channeling his power into the coffin, and the barrier instantly returned to normal.
Qin Ze was covered in sweat.
Most of the resentment has been stripped away.
He didn't care about losing his resentment, but he also lost a third of the Source of Jiuyou he had just absorbed.
The stripping away of the Source of Jiuyou will deal an irreparable blow to the Source of God, something Qin Ze does not want to see.
The guild leader left a "hook" in the Source of Jiuyou within White Hair's body, and the guild leader is currently desperately trying to pull on this hook.
The Source of Jiuyou will be uprooted, and the golden Source of God will crack.
" The Source of Jiuyou was only Fusion previously, not completely transformed."
"Only by completely transforming it into one's own can the hook be removed."
"Transform, transform..."
Qin Ze's eyes suddenly lit up.
"I have the ability to devour!"
The Brother Devour's ability is to devour everything and quickly turn it into his own.
The Golden Source of God is all-encompassing; it can consume any source.
Qin Ze had previously given Relic directly to the Source of God, which caused him to forget about his initial abilities at the start of the game.
"Devour, activate!"
As the devouring ability was activated, all the cells in Qin Ze's body transformed into gluttonous beasts.
The Source of Jiuyou that was extracted was almost immediately devoured and refined, and then fed back into the Golden Source of God.
The guild leader slowly pulled outwards, while Qin Ze gradually absorbed and refined the substance, achieving a strange harmony between them.
A moment later, the president noticed something was amiss.
Qin Ze should be in increasing pain, so why is he looking so blissful?
Immediately afterwards, the chairman noticed that the hook he had left behind was gradually disappearing.
"How is that possible?!"
Seeing Qin Ze frantically converting the Source of Jiuyou, the guild leader was momentarily stunned.
He spent half a day working on something that seemed like he was doing all the work for someone else.
The president took a step forward, instantly traversing most of the space.
Since the automatic stripping program has failed, we'll have to switch to manual transmission.
Qin Ze said to his clones, "Protect me!"
All the movable clones stood in front of the Pretty God, forming an impenetrable and solid human shield.
"I am—the King of Trains!"
Brother Devour his full power, using his physical strength to break through the barrier and head straight for the guild leader.
"Trouble."
The guild leader waved his hand lightly, and the Jiuyou Netherworld Phantom behind him transformed from a palm into a fist, striking Brother Devour on the head.
He thought he could Brother Devour with a single punch, like swatting a fly, but Brother Devour crossed his arms above his head, blocking the punch while simultaneously unleashing a white energy blast from his abdomen.
A hint of surprise flashed across the president's brow as he raised his right hand and unfurled a diamond-shaped light shield, completely blocking the energy surge.
Brother Devour seized the opportunity to get close, bringing the fight back to where he excelled.
Even though it was just a wisp of divine remnant spirit, combined with the Source of Jiuyou, the guild leader was still very strong, far surpassing ordinary Level Nine Martial Artist.
Brother Devour is no ordinary Level Nine Martial Artist. Although he cannot inflict effective damage on the guild leader, he is resilient.
The president can't do anything about him in the short term.
Brother Devour's head exploded again and again, but it could recover completely in an instant.
The Dharma King and the old fogies of the Self-Destruct Squad were fiercely attacking the coffin, causing the suppression barrier to remain in a state of constant flux, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
The guild leader scoffed, "How could my epoch-making wait be ruined by your hands?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black spatial vortex appeared in front of Leo's chest.
Immediately afterwards, a gray mist surged out and quickly filled the space.
"Roar--"
"Lili--"
"Waaaaah--"
As howls echoed, one after another, mangled and wrecked Wandering Corpse burst out of the spatial vortex.
"No matter how many of you there are, you only have one life."
The chairman is confident of victory.
As long as the gray mist remains, the Wandering Corpse can continue to multiply.
Qin Ze was increasingly confused.
Leo are clearly not Preacher, so why do they use Preacher -like methods?
Brother Devour's fists rained down, trying to close the door.
The spatial vortex is embedded in Leo's body.
To completely shut the door, you have to shatter Leo first.
The guild leader, however, adopted guerrilla tactics, constantly dodging attacks from the Brother Devour and the Self-Destruct Squad, while continuously unleashing Wandering Corpse.
As Qin Ze accelerated the absorption and refinement of the Source of Jiuyou, the last trace of resentment on his body was stripped away and placed entirely into the coffin.