The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 695 It turns out to be him!

He recognized that face!

This is one of the most important spare containers he prepared for himself.

A young male tiger with exceptional talent and perfect appearance!
He had clearly... clearly completely erased the original consciousness and life force of this vessel; it should have been just an empty shell, waiting for his soul to inhabit it.

Why...why is it moving? And why is it attacking him?
The intense sense of crisis was like ice water poured over his head, instantly sobering him up!
Almost entirely relying on the instincts accumulated from countless rebirths, he lunged forward, ignoring the secondary damage caused by the bone blade that pierced his chest, managing to break free from the pierced state. He rolled to the side in a disheveled state, blood gushing out like a spring, instantly staining the ground beneath him red.

He clutched the huge wound on his chest, breathing heavily, and stared in horror at the "container" from which the bone blade was slowly being withdrawn.

The opponent did not press his advantage. He simply stood there, casually flicking the blood off his bone blade. His cold tiger eyes held a mocking, cat-and-mouse gaze as he coldly watched the man's dying struggle.

"Who...who are you?" The fake beast god's voice was distorted by pain and fear.

This male, whoever he is, should not be here, much less possess consciousness and the ability to attack him!
This was completely beyond his control and comprehension!
Upon hearing his question, the tiger male's lips slowly curled upwards, revealing a cold and cruel arc.

"Have you forgotten me so quickly?"

The voice was deep and steady, yet carried a chilling edge, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake licking the eardrums of the fake Beast God: "Beast God, my lord."

That familiar tone, that sarcastic address…

The fake beast god trembled violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt!
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the other man, a name he had long forgotten bursting out: "You...you're Roger? How is that possible! How could you...how could you know the secrets of this place? How could you still be alive?"

He clearly ended his own life!

Roger walked towards him step by step, his leather boots making a sticky and chilling sound as they stepped on the blood-soaked ground.

He walked up to the fake beast god, looking down at his pale face, which was stained with blood loss and fear, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

“Of course I know,” Roger’s voice carried a long-suppressed hatred and mockery. “Otherwise, why do you think I would willingly and patiently lie dormant by your side like a dog?”

Before he finished speaking, Roger suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on the horrific wound on the fake Beast God's chest.

"Ugh!" The fake beast god let out a shrill scream, the intense pain almost causing him to faint.

He struggled desperately to push the foot away, but his weakened state after his rebirth and the fatal injury rendered him powerless.

He could clearly feel his life rapidly slipping away with his blood.

He has just been reborn and hasn't fully recovered, so he can't possibly change to a different "container".

The shadow of death loomed so vividly over him that he felt an unprecedented fear.

He didn't want to die! He had finally obtained this incredible opportunity, and he still had grand ambitions to realize!
"Stop...stop!" He endured the excruciating pain, trying to soften his tone and resorting to his usual seductive rhetoric. "Roger...move your foot away...we...we can talk! I've said it before, what I have, you'll have in the future! Power, strength, immortality...as long as you listen to me and assist me..." "Ha..." Roger let out a cold sneer, grinding his foot down harder again. Hearing the man beneath him groan even more painfully, he finally spoke slowly, his voice like poison, "And who...killed me like crushing an insect?"

The fake Beast God felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that the other party had come for revenge.

He hurriedly tried to explain, his voice broken and intermittent with pain and urgency: "You...you're alive and well now, aren't you? Look...this body, its talent is unparalleled! Isn't this...isn't this a blessing in disguise? Let me go...I'll help you become stronger..."

“Yes, I’m alive and well.” Roger interrupted him, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, like tangible ice spikes. “So… you should die.”

He leaned down, close to the fake beast god's face, contorted with fear, and spoke each word like the pronouncement of death: "When you die, all your secrets, your treasured energy stones, your ambition to traverse the world... will become mine. I will 'enjoy' all of this for you."

"No! You dare!"

The fake beast god let out a desperate and furious roar. He tried to mobilize the remaining energy in his body to detonate the energy stone and perish together with it, but he found that his connection with the energy stone had been completely severed at some point!

He was like a fish thrown ashore, struggling in vain.

Roger looked at the utterly terrifying and desperate look in his eyes and a cruel yet satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He stopped wasting words, gathered all his strength in his feet, and with a resolute determination to crush everything, he pressed down hard, inch by inch!
“Uh…hoarse…” The fake beast god made broken, off-key hoarse sounds from his throat. He felt his sternum shattering inch by inch, and his internal organs being mercilessly squeezed and destroyed.

He was overwhelmed by excruciating pain, and the cold touch of death spread from his limbs to his bones.

Thick blood gushed from his body, instantly spreading throughout the entire cave.

The light in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only extreme fear, resentment, and regret!

He schemed his whole life, plundered countless riches, and thought he had everything under control, but in the end he was defeated by a "pawn" he never really took seriously!
"Spare...spare me..." In the last moment before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, he mustered his last bit of strength to utter a barely audible, humble plea.

However, all that responded to him was Roger's cold, relentless, and ever-increasing force, and the dull, all-ending cracking sound of his heart being completely crushed.

Roger coldly looked at the lifeless "corpse" at his feet, its eyes wide with terror and resentment, and slowly withdrew his foot.

He wiped the blood splattered on his face, his eyes showing no emotion, only a coldness of revenge.

He bent down and groped a dark, irregularly shaped crystal that emitted faint spatial fluctuations from the fake beast god.

He clutched the crystal tightly in his palm, feeling its immense and mysterious power, and finally a cold yet satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't linger. He turned around and, with steady and firm steps, walked out of the dark cave filled with the stench of blood...

(End of this chapter)