Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

"Pure Yang..."

In the shadows of a corner of the space, Ryūri's voice was broken like a wisp of silk in the wind, with a sob at the end that she herself didn't even realize.

Her spiritual energy trembled violently due to extreme anger, and as her clothes fluttered, a few strands of her hair were disheveled by the shockwave.

But those eyes, which were originally as clear as a stream, were now burning with scorching fire, fixed on the six vertical pupils not far away.

—The chaotic black light surging in those amber-like pupils was the nightmare she would never forget.

Just moments before, she followed Li Chunyang's aura into this inner space, and before she could even stand firmly, she witnessed a scene she would never forget.

The six-eyed demon god's sky-covering palm descended, its palm wind carrying the power of rules capable of crushing stars.

Li Chunyang and Yuan Hong had no chance to resist; their bodies instantly disintegrated under the palm.

In the next instant, it turned into dust and ashes, without even a trace of blood falling.

What made her heart clench even more was that when the ashes dissipated, the fragments of their scattered souls were also pulverized by the chaotic power in the palm wind.

She wanted to rush forward, to question, to fight back, but her legs felt like lead, and her throat was filled with a scalding, metallic taste, making it impossible for her to take a single step.

She could only watch helplessly as the pile of ashes was swept away by the spatial turbulence.

There wasn't even a chance for Chunyang to collect the body...

Her current identity...

Is she a saintess from another race?

"Rii, what do you want to do!"

A sharp shout came from behind her, and the next instant, a pair of calloused hands gripped her shoulders tightly, with a force so great that it almost crushed her bones.

The Jianmu Master had appeared beside her at some point, his black Taoist robe still covered in dust from the fighting outside.

He had been following Long Liyi closely, fearing something might happen to her. Seeing her full of hostility and with a vacant look in her eyes, he felt a pang of anxiety and held on even tighter.

Long Liyi suddenly turned her head and bumped into Jianmu Zhenren's deep and serious eyes.

In that instant, all anger, resentment, and fear collapsed, leaving only childlike grievance.

Her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face without warning, causing her previously taut cheeks to sag.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice was thick with nasal tone: "Senior brother... Chunyang... he was beaten to death... even his soul... is gone..."

Only in front of her senior brother, who had protected her since childhood, did she dare to shed her disguise as a "saintess of another race" and reveal such a vulnerable side.

—Like a child who has lost their favorite toy, helpless and fearful.

"Dragon Pear Robe!"

The voice of the Jianmu Master suddenly deepened, carrying an undeniable authority.

He didn't blame her for becoming a saintess of a foreign race despite being a cultivator from the primordial era.

No one blamed her for being so preoccupied with her grief that she neglected the bigger picture.

With a flick of her wrist, a gentle yet resilient wood-attribute spiritual energy wrapped around Long Liyi's body, firmly binding her to the spot.

He feared she would act impulsively, feared that if she took another step forward, she would suffer the same fate as Li Chunyang.

After doing all this, he slowly raised his head, his gaze passing over the battlefield where battle raged, and landing on the six-eyed demon god who was fighting against the ancient alien species.

The demon god was surrounded by blood-red light, and with each strike, dozens of strange beasts born from the power of creation were blasted into pieces.

However, he himself had also been stained with a lot of the essence blood of the strange beasts, and colorful blood beads were dripping from his dark golden scales.

Jianmu Zhenren's voice was extremely low, yet it carried an unmistakable urgency: "What is that guy's weakness?"

"Senior brother... he seems... to have no weaknesses... at least I don't know yet."

Ryūriki wiped away her tears forcefully, forcing herself to calm down.

But no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't find a single flaw in the Six-Eyed Demon God's story.

Back in the alien camp, she relied on the ruler's favor and always acted superior to Six Eyes, but only she knew that her arrogance was all an act.

She was terrified of this man from the bottom of her heart, terrified of his six eyes that could see through people's hearts, and even more terrified of his unfathomable strength.

He was the strongest being under the rule of the alien race, and his strength far surpassed that of any saint currently existing in the primordial world.

—Perhaps she was too inexperienced to have seen the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa at their full strength, but at least for now, the power of the Six-Eyed One had exceeded her comprehension.

The goddess Nuwa devoted herself to creating countless primordial creatures with her power of creation, many of which possessed perfect attributes and combat strength comparable to saints.

But in front of Liu Yan, those strange beasts were like paper, easily killed by him.

Fortunately, these strange beasts advanced one after another, and they did manage to slow down the Six-Eyed Beast, buying Nuwa a lot of time.

—But this delay seems to be nearing its end.

"It is impossible to be without weaknesses."

Master Jianmu frowned, his gaze fixed on the demon god fighting a bloody battle, his fingertips unconsciously forming hand seals.

He could see clearly that although Six-Eyed's movements were fast, his breathing was slightly disordered due to the continuous fighting.

Although his scales were indestructible, the scales on his neck seemed to loosen for a moment when several strange beasts self-destructed before they died...

However, this minor flaw is utterly insignificant in the face of such an absolute difference in strength.

At this moment, there was an insurmountable chasm between him and Liu Yan.

—His opponent could crush him with a wave of his hand; to win was practically a pipe dream.

"Boom--!"

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, the entire space shook violently, the ground cracked open with bottomless ravines, and even the suspended rubble began to collide wildly.

The Six-Eyed Demon God's laughter, chilling to the bone, echoed throughout the space: "It's time to end this little trick!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly began to expand wildly, his bones cracking and his muscles bulging, and his original human form was instantly torn apart.

The next moment, a ferocious and terrifying giant-mouthed beast appeared before everyone's eyes.

The beast was entirely black, had no limbs, and only an enormous head with six vertical pupils still wide open.

When that gigantic maw opened, a chaotic aura continuously overflowed, and the black mist surged, even swallowing up the light.

Even more terrifying, the moment the giant maw opened, all the ancient alien species that were still fighting in front of it were instantly frozen in place, as if they had been frozen in place by a spell.

The next second, an irresistible suction force came from the giant mouth.

The strange beasts surged into the bottomless pit like a tidal wave, unable to even utter a scream.

What made Jianmu Zhenren's heart sink even more was the seven-colored power of creation that was suspended in mid-air and was constantly brewing new strange beasts.

At this moment, they were also shaken by that suction force, turning into streaks of colorful light, and were swallowed up by the giant mouth along with the strange beast!

"How could this monster be so terrifying!"

Jianmu Zhenren gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

He watched helplessly as Six-Eyed broke through Nuwa's barrier with a single move, and watched as the power of creation was devoured.

—That was Nuwa's last resort. Now that it's gone, what will they use to fight this monster?

Despair, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed his heart.

He looked down at Long Liyi beside him. The girl was now completely silent, her eyes just staring blankly.

Looking at the gigantic maw that was constantly devouring everything, his face was expressionless, only tears were still silently flowing down his cheeks.

Jianmu Zhenren's heart sank even further, his hand gripping Longliyi's shoulder...

She unconsciously relaxed a little, but when she looked up again, there was a hint of determination in her eyes.

must........

We must find this guy's weakness.