I'm not a drama god

Outside the South China Sea.

The huge waves smashed the tight walls of words, making a deafening roar. The broken pen strokes were like ink rain splashing across the sky, but were frozen into ice before they hit the ground.

An old figure flew across the sky like a kite with a broken string, and landed heavily on the devastated tortoise shell!

Boom——! !

Fragments flew everywhere, Pu Guizong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

"Is this... the power of world destruction?"

Pu Guizong looked at his hands that had been corroded by the strange spell and laughed miserably, "If I were thirty years younger, I might be able to deal with it a little longer... What a pity..."

A strange giant shadow of the deep sea slowly emerged from the mist and frost covering the land, with a terrifying aura of annihilation sweeping across it. Its lantern-like eyes, as big as the sun, stared straight at Pu Guizong on the tortoise shell...

Although Pu Guizong is the ancestor of the Pu family, this is the first time he has fought against Mieshi. It was not until this moment that he truly realized how much more powerful Mieshi of the same level is than a human demigod.

In the era of the great catastrophe hundreds of years ago, was it such a monster that the nine human kings had to resist? ?

Pu Guizong looked through the broken turtle shell and into the South China Sea.

The South China Sea area has now completely fallen, and the Forbidden Sea disaster is rampant everywhere. Only a very small number of Pu family members and high-level combat forces are still struggling to support it...

Pu Guizong knew that the South China Sea region was finished.

The best outcome is that these high-level combat forces can board the last boundary train in time, break out of the siege, leave the South China Sea boundary, and retain more combat power for mankind.

However, judging by the number of disasters currently occurring within the South China Sea, this possibility is quite slim.

How many eighth levels are there in the Forbidden Sea?

Ten? Fifteen?

Twenty? ?

Pu Guizong could no longer count them. He only knew that perhaps all the eighth-level fighters in the human realm combined were not as many as those in the Forbidden Sea... and no matter what the fate of those high-level fighters was, he, Pu Guizong, would not be able to escape from the South China Sea realm today.

He is already too old. Without the support of the "literary spirit" of ancient calligraphy, he cannot maintain basic vital signs. And now Ji Zai is watching him covetously and will not let him live.

"Is it meaningful for you to go to so much trouble to attack the human realm?"

Pu Guizong looked at Ji Zai who was slowly approaching, and said in a deep voice, "Red Star is about to return. I know you want to escape from the Gray Realm... but if you kill me, this realm will be gradually swallowed up by the Gray Realm. How long can you survive?"

Under Pu Guizong's questioning, Ji Zai showed no intention of responding. It should be said that even if it wanted to respond, it could not speak human language at all. It just used its huge lantern-like pupils to stare at Pu Guizong, who was on the verge of his limit, and its huge body was approaching here little by little...

A burning sensation came from both hands. Pu Guizong looked down and saw that the strange spells on his hands were spreading along his skin.

Pu Guizong could feel that he was gradually losing control of his hands. Even his palms covered with spells had begun to wriggle strangely. Each palm actually began to split from the center and regrown new black fingers, palm lines, and even nails, just like an octopus splitting from two hands into "four hands"!

Pu Guizong's expression was extremely ugly. He spoke without any hesitation:

"When a viper first stings your hand, a brave man cuts off its wrist!"

Swish——! !

Two black shadows passed through the void, and Pu Guizong's "four hands" were cut off at the roots. Scarlet blood was about to spurt out, and two big words sealed the wound from the broken ends:

【Stop bleeding】

Although Pu Guizong could use "words" to create rules, the four hands he cut off were obviously beyond his control.

He saw that the four pieces of flesh and blood that had been peeled off from his body were splitting at an alarming speed, four became eight, eight became sixteen... Their numbers were increasing, and their sizes were getting smaller and smaller, but what happened in the next second really shocked Pu Guizong!

I saw sixteen small hands covered with spells, pointing at Pu Guizong at the same time, and sixteen small "break" characters emerged from nothingness!

Bang bang bang——! !

Sixteen attacks that penetrated the void erupted at the same time. Even though Pu Guizong reacted quickly and dodged most of the attacks, he was still hit twice, and his thighs and shoulders were immediately covered in blood...

These flesh and blood that split off from his body can actually use their own power? !

Before Pu Guizong could come to his senses, the next even worse news came into his sight.

I saw that the parts of his body that were pierced by the two attacks were gradually showing the outline of new spells...

"What kind of disgusting ability is this?!" Pu Guizong felt his scalp tingling.

He could cut off his hands, his thighs and shoulders...but what if the next time, Ji Zai attacked his head or chest?

In the face of the disaster, all physical matter that it touched seemed to be infected by some kind of spell virus and began to fission and degenerate like strange creatures. Even a ninth-rank demigod was not immune.

boom--! !

Just as Pu Guizong tried to resist the corrosion of the spell, a storm of thoughts exploded from nothingness, and Pu Guizong's brain went blank in an instant!

It was during this brief interval that Ji Zai's thick black organ, which looked like a beard and a tentacle, directly bound Pu Guizong's body tightly. In contrast to Mie Shi's huge body, Pu Guizong was like an ant held in the hand of a giant, unable to break free at all.

A single disaster had almost pushed Pu Guizong into a desperate situation, and the sudden action of Si Zai, who was hiding in the dark, laid the foundation for the overall situation without any suspense...

Under the joint siege of the two world-destroying disasters, Pu Guizong felt unprecedented despair in his heart.

He struggled to separate a ray of clear thoughts from the control of Sizai, looked down at the body that was almost covered with spells, and laughed miserably:

"I, Pu Guizong, also have the day to hold back two world-destroying disasters single-handedly... It's really worth it."

A chaotic and huge storm of thoughts descended in front of Pu Guizong who was tied up tightly. At this distance, Pu Guizong could clearly see the pair of empty eyes, looking at him at the end of his thoughts...

It is looking at itself.

It was like looking at a rare experimental subject.

For some reason, when Pu Guizong, who had long been ready to face death, felt Si Zai's gaze, he had a bad feeling...

"Sacrifice your life for the country, and regard death as returning home...Think of disasters, it's not that easy to defeat humans!"

A look of determination flashed across Pu Guizong's old eyes. The next second, his body swelled up visibly, and the "literary energy" that had been deposited in his body was instantly ignited, like a fuse, about to ignite and detonate all the foundation of a ninth-level demigod! !