Buzz——
The chaotic battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
As if the pause button had been pressed.
He Manhe, who was suspended in mid-air with a look of ecstasy and accomplishnt on her face, suddenly froze.
On that alluring face that could topple kingdoms.
All expressions instantly froze, like shattered porcelain.
Shock, bewildernt, disbelief, finally turning into a bone-chilling fright that almost froze her soul!
She slowly, and extrely stiffly, turned her head toward the direction of the voice.
When the figure, floating at the center of the chaotic storm, wearing washed-out old work clothes, as tiny as dust, ca into her view...
He Manhe’s pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.
The color drained completely from her face, as pale as paper.
It was a despair that surpassed fear.
"Jiu...?!"
A na squeezed from the depths of her throat, with an extre tremor, spilled from her ashen lips.
The next second, without any hesitation.
He Manhe unleashed a blinding dark red light around her, Tier Three Apostle’s power pouring out without reservation.
It wasn’t to fight, but to flee!
With the fastest speed, she fled desperately in the opposite direction to Jiu, toward the passage exit!
Her form instantly blurred, transforming into a dark red streak tearing through space, escaping frantically!
The speed reached its apex.
However...
Just as her body turned, the mont her fleeing montum began.
"Stop."
Jiu’s lips moved imperceptibly.
As if issuing the most insignificant command to the air.
An irresistible force of rules descended abruptly.
Like shackles freezing ti, instantly wrapping around He Manhe.
Her form, fast enough to tear remnants, suddenly halted in mid-air like an insect pinned in amber.
The dark red streak froze, her face still filled with the panic and distortion of fleeing desperately.
The surging Tier Three power around her was tightly bound within, extinguished like a snuffed fla, unable to even ripple slightly.
Only those eyes, widened to the extre, were roiling with endless fear.
Not just her.
Below on the battlefield, those Life Ghosts, roaring madly, fearlessly throwing themselves into the fray.
Were completely frozen the instant Jiu uttered the word "stop"!
As if the button for absolute stillness had been pressed.
The enormous, chaotic underground space instantly fell into an eerie stillness.
Only the enormous nine-headed Xiangliu statue deep in the altar, when Jiu’s voice sounded, its vibrations intensified sharply.
As if thoroughly enraged, yet also sensing a lethal threat.
"Crack! Rumble——!!!"
The surface dark red stone skin of the statue cracked inch by inch like decaying deadwood at an astonishing speed, large chunks crumbling down.
Where the stone skin peeled off,
Wriggling, viscous dark red flesh emitting a rich bloody and ancient stench.
The flesh frantically proliferated and swelled like living creatures.
Dark red veins intertwined and spread within, like living vines.
The flesh rapidly covered, reshaping the statue’s outline.
The nine huge snake heads "ca to life" first!
The massive snake necks, covered in dark red flesh, jerked upwards, breaking free of the final stone skin shackles.
Nine terrifyingly varied giant snake heads raised towards the heavens!
The nine gigantic snake eyes, no longer cold stone sculptures.
But burning with a sinister, Nine Netherworld-like crimson glow, filled with malice, greed, brutality, and a waking fury.
The massive snake body moved violently, breaking free of the pedestal’s restraints.
The thick body covered in dark red scales crashed to the ground, shaking the entire space fiercely once more, ice shards falling like a waterfall.
An even more terrifying monstrous might than the statue’s previous state, mixed with a nauseatingly thick bloody and foul sll, swept through the entire underground space like an apocalyptic tide.
"Roar——!!!"
All nine massive snake heads opened simultaneously, issuing a terrifying roar that shook the Nine Netherworld.
The sound waves ford visible dark red shockwaves, carrying accumulated malice and killing intent from ages past, sweeping madly in all directions.
The space distorted, ice walls groaned.
This was no longer a cold statue.
This is...
Xiangliu·Descent Dharma Body!
"God... A true god... is alive!!!"
Below, among the dozen "reinforcents" that Jiu’s power imprisoned at the battlefield’s edge, unable to move, soone finally couldn’t withstand the consecutive terrifying shocks, their spirit completely collapsing.
A tall, thin man with a pair of hooks, eyes vacant, stared at the monstrous nine-headed serpent, muttering disconsolately.
The voice was small, but clearly conveyed the despair and absurdity everyone felt at that mont.
What Martial Saint Ruins?
What teoric rise?
This clearly was intrusion into the lair of an Ancient Evil God.
It was courting death!
Fear bit coldly at everyone’s heart like a Poisonous Snake.
So instinctively wanted to retreat, to flee this Hell.
However, their bodies were immobilized by Jiu’s power, unable to move even a finger.
They could only despairingly roll their eyes, casting the last hope for survival to the sole escape route.
The direction of the passage.
Then...
They saw it.
In the relatively dark shadow at the passage entrance.
At so point, five figures stood silently.
The leading person, upright, with a cold and stern face.
Holding a long blade, golden slit eyes in the dim light, like burning magma, calmly observed the chaotic and desperate Asura field.
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