Faced with the siege of two Evil Gods, whether the Great City can withstand this wave is still a question mark. As for the rescue that seems far away, Baiyu no longer holds hope. At this point, surviving alone would be considered good.
The chubby monk's face turned the color of pig liver at this mont, "Young brother, you should fend for yourself. We're all in this together and must fly away separately. The developnt of matters ahead is beyond our ability to predict."
Clearly.
After knowing the Mirage King's involvent, the chubby monk obviously wanted to oil his heels and slip away directly. Earlier, he thought it was just the apostates of the Life Sect, a bunch of lunatics whose ddling had limits that the Great City could handle.
But now, it involves two Evil Gods.
The chubby monk was unsure whether the Great City could solve this matter.
"Stop, can you just leave whenever you want and co whenever you please? Be honest, do you have a way to leave?"
Seeing the chubby monk trying to sneak away, Baiyu grabbed his collar directly: "Don't lie to , or else..."
The threat wasn't finished.
The chubby monk was already trembling like a sieve, hurriedly saying, "Young brother, what are you doing? I'm an old man, how could I possibly have a way out? If I truly had a way, I would have left long ago. Why would I still be suffering here?"
Baiyu stood firm: "Then where are you going? Now the entire Barrier is like this; wherever you go, isn't it the sa?"
The chubby monk found himself speechless.
Indeed, wherever he ran to, it would be the sa, unless he could leave the Barrier. If he didn't explain, it was clear that this violent young lad wouldn't let him go. The chubby monk was already lanting internally.
Why did he run into such a troublemaker?
Originally, he planned to stick by his side until this disaster was over, and the Great City sent rescue. But now, things had turned out like this.
Of course Baiyu wouldn't let the chubby monk go.
The man was mysterious and suddenly appeared here, clearly carrying a lot of issues. Baiyu wasn't going to let him go without getting to the bottom of it.
After a while.
The chubby monk finally relented: "Young man, poor monk, poor monk indeed has a way to leave, but success isn't guaranteed. Also, if I bring one more person, it will increase my burden. But if I grit my teeth, I can still take you out."
Seeing him so hesitant, Baiyu smiled: "That's good. What is the master's na?"
"Jiuru, the monk's Dharma na is Jiuru." The chubby monk felt increasingly uneasy seeing Baiyu's smile.
This bastard.
He didn't even pay attention to him before, but once he knew he could take him out, he imdiately changed his tune and smiled. Nowadays, young people, alas, people's hearts are unpredictable.
"Master Ji, can we start?"
Baiyu continued.
"It's Jiuru, Jiuru. The Dharma na cannot be called alone. Just call Master Jiuru." The chubby monk corrected.
"Bastard, hurry up! You fat-headed, big-eared bald donkey, don't pretend to be so serious practitioner."
"Hey hey hey, young man, don't say such things..."
The two bickered all the way, heading toward the edge of the Barrier. To leave, they first need to get close to the Barrier. Monk Jiuru explained that the Barrier wasn't only created by the Life Sect apostates, but also had traces of the Mirage.
Mirage, the secretive organization that worships the Mirage King.
And this massive spectacle they created was most likely designed to force the Great City to compromise, or to use living blood for sacrifice, building a Flesh and Blood Altar, opening the Flesh Gate, and summoning Demon armies.
Baiyu was curious whether Mirage and Green Mother were the Demon's Divine Spirits.
The chubby monk shook his head, explaining to Baiyu that these Evil Gods weren't biased towards any side. They're enemies to most beings, and to achieve their goals, they perpetrate the most rampant human slaughter.
Humans categorize them as Evil Gods.
Yet Demons are inherently perverse, which is why they worship them. But the Evil Gods are ruthless even to their worshippers, sotis even more cruel. It's like shopping where the profiteer usually slaughters strangers for half the price, and acquaintances get the full treatnt.
They allure their followers, causing them to gradually lose their way, mutate, and eventually beco nourishnt for their growth.
The two conversed as they walked.
Baiyu grew increasingly curious about the chubby monk's background. Ordinary people wouldn't know so much; clearly, the chubby monk with weak combat abilities had a hidden story.
...
"Is this it?"
At the Barrier's edge, a man intertwined with vines, with two red flowers blooming atop his head, slamd a punch into Celestial Thunder's abdon, sending him curling on the ground like a boiled shrimp, blood spurting from his mouth.
"Bastard, who are you? My father is Blot, leader of the Shattered Isles, a Demigod at Sequence Two strength."
While flaunting his family background to make the other party hesitate, Celestial Thunder hurriedly healed his injuries.
The man before him was too strong.
Like an invincible entity, he had hunted him all the way here, and he still hadn't escaped.
"Is that so? If your father were here, I might give him so face. Shattered Isles, could he co thousands of miles to kill ?"
The vine-wrapped man sneered, "Even if he did, I'd offer him to Green Mother. You're an excellent seedling; compared to others, you have greater potential. Our sect precisely needs people like you."
After speaking.
He slowly approached Celestial Thunder, vines extending from his body, gradually binding Celestial Thunder's limbs. Then, the two flowers atop his head slowly opened, emitting a piercing bright red light.
The man's eyes revealed a slight coldness, "Let , alter your mind..."
Imdiately.
The red light intensified.
However, at that mont, a fierce knife light accompanied by the sound of wind arrived. Celestial Thunder finally understood why the red light was so dazzling. It was not only the light emitted by the two flowers but also a mighty blade light cutting from a distance.
"Bastard, cosplaying here?"
There, filled with rage, Baiyu slashed one of the flowers off the man's head, then kicked him in the waist.
The man was kicked several ters away.
Celestial Thunder's once hopeless expression now transford into surprise upon seeing Baiyu's arrival: "Brother Bai, I..."
"Be careful, this bastard isn't dead yet."
Baiyu, holding a large blade, shook his arms, eyes fixed on the man he had kicked away.
The man's eyes were filled with fury after having the flower on his head cut off. Clearly, that thing was extrely important to him; perhaps the damage from the blow wasn't high, but the humiliation was imnse.
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