Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?! Chapter 1175 - 923: The Shadow of "God

"Swoosh!"

The Soul Hook in Jiang Yuan’s hand struck, snagging a piece of the Mysterious Soul Fragnt, terrifying the Mysterious Blood Demon.

It screeched, baring its claws and teeth in an attempt to appear more fierce and terrifying.

However, the Ice Fla, renowned on the list of Abnormal Fires for its purifying capabilities, had reached Level Six; how could it be directly resisted by a failed experint?

Afraid to face it head-on, with the opponent wielding an extrely deadly hook, the Mysterious Blood Demon could only dodge while screeching for help, hoping that the Space Gate would open. Either its master would send more powerful reinforcents, or it could escape this ghostly place.

The old master misunderstood, believing the divine envoy had finally co to unleash carnage. He shouted excitedly, "Divine Envoy, kill him! Kill him!"

Divine envoy my foot, Jiang Yuan sneered, thinking that this clearly Black Hole Ghost Realm was the test ground for the Outer Heaven Demons, attempting to transform the survivors on the world’s remnants into various anomalies and release them to harm other small worlds.

The so-called Creator God was indeed the Outer Heaven Demon, no wonder its pollution power was so strong.

As he thought, Jiang Yuan swung the Soul Hook with more force, swish, swish, swish!

[Mysterious Soul Fragnt 1]

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"Hiss, hiss!" The Mysterious Blood Demon opened its blood-threaded mouth, continuously exhaling.

The terrifying thing was, no matter how skillfully it maneuvered, as long as the hook was thrown, it inflicted damage!

It had never suffered such humiliation, attempting to counterattack but finding no flaw—the blue fla seed never to extinguish, so damn overpowering!

As a battlefield assassin, it had encountered nurous righteous cultivators practicing purification techniques.

No matter how high their realm, the purification thod of self-defense always had a ti limit.

After a certain period, it would fail, needing the cultivator to reenchant themselves with defense; even the fla would have a brief interval of extinguishnt before reigniting. The Mysterious Blood Demon would patiently lie in wait for the best mont to strike, instantly tearing theblood from the opponent’s body and devouring it.

But at this mont, it could feel itself continuously being hard, growing weaker.

Yet the mont it awaited never ca. Whose defense could maintain an invincible state endlessly?

"Hey, can you talk?" Jiang Yuan tried to gather more intelligence about the Outer Heaven Demons from this creature’s mouth, but apart from hissing like a venomous snake, it either couldn’t or wouldn’t communicate.

"So it’s mute." He imdiately gave up, no longer speaking as he relentlessly swung the Soul Hook, slicing it into pieces.

The cries for help grew increasingly shrill and desperate, with no response from the master. The Mysterious Blood Demon attempted to escape but was repeatedly blocked by the array, leaving it to howl in despair and wait for death.

Being anomalous itself, the old master could deeply sense the fear and pain the other felt from the soul, gripping the net tightly, almost in tears, "Divine Envoy, how could... aren’t you the Divine Envoy? How can you fear his fla? Isn’t that just like..."

Isn’t that just like us anomalies?

With such an obvious shortcoming, how can you be fit to be a Divine Envoy?

In despair, a sincere prayer finally received a response. When the Mysterious Blood Demon appeared, the old master’s heart was filled with intense excitent and hope, now filled with deep despair.

Even the Divine Envoy was powerless against this kid, what else could be done?

"That’s right, continue to pray to the Creator God! At least let Him know what happened here!" With the screeching growing ever more fearful nearby, the old master belatedly knelt again in sincere prayer.

In a pure white space sowhere unknown, a massive shadow vaguely heard the sound of prayer again.

"Such joy today, another prayer voice!" The shadow laughed, preparing to mark it, then paused slightly, puzzled, "Isn’t it that sa guy again? What’s he muttering about now? Already sent the Blood Demon, yet still not satisfied?"

"...Divine Envoy retreating step by step..."

"...beg...God...send again..."

Listening intently to the intermittent prayer, it couldn’t help but be puzzled, "It shouldn’t be. With the Blood Demon’s combat power, it should be able to assist it in escaping and protect it to spread pollution until the descended world becos a grotesque paradise.

How could it be retreating step by step? Could it have encountered a cultivator adept in purification techniques? Alas, the Blood Demon still is too much of a failure."

It’s not that it’s stingy and unwilling to send powerful reinforcents, but really powerless.

As an invader, breaking through layer after layer of restrictions is also very difficult. Those gods, immortals under the leadership of such as the Creator God and Supre God, are facing off in the Outer Heaven, forming an impenetrable hard shell, protecting the fragile part inside.

As the saying goes, a centipede dies but never stiffens, let alone trying to invade such a huge complete world body; infiltrating from the outside is very difficult, only an internal collapse can succeed.

However, after many years of effort, it can only cast a shadow in this small space it has occupied.

If it could easily send whoever it wants successfully, why would it need to carefully pollute, create the grotesque, and then try to sabotage in secrecy? It would’ve sent thousands of Outer Heaven Demon armies charging in long ago!

Similar to the old master, such an anomaly is one in a million, of course, it must use flowery words to make the other believe it is unique.

Only this way, after being polluted, it might retain so mory and pray to it when needed.

And the actions of praying, worshiping, etc., can bypass the restrictions, smoothly receiving them, and can use the believers’ telekinesis to locate their position to dispatch assistance.