I'm not a drama god

Do not……

No!

In my current body, there is no way I can escape the disaster...

Si Zai felt his lungs breaking like a bellows and his heart that seemed to be melting. His thoughts were spinning rapidly. The overwhelming aura of mockery of disaster pressed towards him, triggering his most instinctive sense of crisis as a world-destroying calamity.

It knew that if it didn't find a way to break the impasse, the ruins of the Ruoshui Realm would be its burial place!

The current one cannot defeat the current disaster. If it wants to break through, it must either find a way to make itself stronger...

Either...

Si Zai looked at the figure in robe walking slowly towards him, and a glimmer of light emerged in his violent thoughts.

A scarlet and ferocious smile hung on the dark face of the audience, and the face of the figure in the costume was full of cat and mouse playfulness, as if he was very satisfied with this exciting hunt and was still not satisfied.

His eyes seemed to say:

[Run…]

【Why don’t you run away? 】

Si Zai didn't plan to run away. The longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for it. A deep look flashed across the old face, and it raised its fingertips and began to sketch in the void in front of it...

The ninth-order demigod domain spread, instantly covering the entire Ruoshui Realm. Broken door plaques, yellowed newspapers, road signs buried under the ruins, books that were almost burned to ashes... These remaining written civilizations in the ruins all trembled slightly as if they were guided by something!

One word after another flew up from papers, door plaques, and road signs. Dense black dots gushed out from this silent ruin, like an overwhelming swarm of black insects, converging in the direction of Sizai like a whirlpool!

These words gathered around the old body, getting higher and higher, and finally gradually outlined the outline of a magnificent obelisk!

At this moment, thousands of years of evolution of writing seemed to be burdened with the unspeakable weight of civilization, and a sense of oppression that was enough to crush everything spread outward with the obelisk of writing as the center!

Book of Gods, ninth level, [Ancient Text Monument].

Boom——! !

The invisible force of repression, like a monument from the void, smashed heavily on the shoulders of the figure in robes!

The figure in the robe shook violently, as if he staggered under the weight of the inscription, and then a huge abyss-like pit exploded with him as the center. The thickness of the earth was as thin as paper under the weight of the monument, and it was torn apart in an instant. The earth and he were crushed and fell madly, as if they were going straight to the center of the earth.

At the same time, a torrent carrying the history of the entire realm, using these words as a carrier, madly drilled into the mind of the figure in robes!

Every printed newspaper, every door plaque hung by hand, every baby learning to speak in front of a book, every student answering questions and doing tests... every word contains emotions and past. When they come together, the power that erupts cannot be easily escaped even by the king of destruction.

Scarlet blood flowed from the seven orifices of the old body, and Si Zai's vitality was lost at an alarming rate!

This time, Si Zai almost desperately launched the power of Pu Guizong. If this power was from Pu Guizong thirty years ago, perhaps it could be released stably, but for this old body today, it was undoubtedly an act of suicide.

But Si Zai no longer had time to consider how long this body could last.

As the figure in the costume was pressed into the center of the earth by the heavy monument with the word "Xi", a moment later, a scarlet beam of light that pierced through the sky and the earth rose directly from the abyss-like pit! !

That is the power that denies everything;

Every word that made up the obelisk, the past they carried, and the meaning they contained were all denied by the malicious audience, and the words surrounding the old figure also suddenly exploded with a gap!

At the same time, a figure flew up directly from the broken obelisk, his red robe with black patterns fluttering in the air, and anger appeared in his scarlet eyes!

Balls of red clouds exploded from his body, and countless scarlet tentacles madly crashed into the words around Si Zai, and continuous explosions resounded through the sky.

Piece after piece of ruins were reduced to ashes, and the fight between the two world-destroying forces could easily raze an entire realm to the ground!

While Si Zai was using Shu Shen Dao to resist Chao Zai, he pointed one hand to the sky.

The storm of empty thoughts was surging wildly, and this strange ghost lurking in the spiritual world of thoughts exerted its own power to the extreme at this moment!

[The nightmare of the lonely island in the ever-sleeping storm, the strange ghost at the end of thoughts].

Si Zai seemed to have split himself into two existences, one in charge of the pinnacle of human book gods, and the other in charge of the world-destroying power of thoughts. At this moment, both matter and spirit attacked Si Zai at the same time!

If Si Zai was given some more time to repair this human body, then it would have possessed both the power of a human demigod and the power of destruction, and its combat power would have reached a terrifying level, and it could even go head-to-head with Chao Zai in his prime... It's a pity that it met the wrong "person" at the wrong time.

The crazy wear and tear of his old body meant that Si Zai's all-out fight to the death was doomed to fail.

At the same time, the figure in the costume, trapped in both the obelisk of words and the storm of thoughts, was struggling frantically...

In terms of battles in the material world, Chaozai, who possesses the power to negate everything, will never be defeated by Shushendao. But in the spiritual world, no one can defeat the strange ghost at the end of the storm, not even Chaozai.

Countless words were madly consuming the power of the figure in the costume, forcing part of its energy to remain in the real world. At the same time, Si Zai's consciousness had penetrated into Chao Zai's mind, and a battle of thoughts that could not be seen by the naked eye had already broken out!

The storm swept through, and countless consciousnesses were floating in Zhaozai's body. Sizai could clearly feel the existence of each of them, their malice towards himself, and their madness in fighting for control of this body.

If it were normal times, when the storm of Thought Disaster invaded the mind of Cock Disaster, the consciousness of these audiences would have already erupted in resistance, but now they were caught in an internal struggle, and a large part of their energy was spent on fighting each other. Even if they noticed the coming of Thought Disaster, they could not mobilize all their strength to resist...

In other words, Chaozai's mind is now in a mess, which is the best time for outside forces to invade.

Just as the Red King invaded here at that time.

The raging storm spread within the consciousness of Chaos Disaster. It did not attack these personalities because it knew that there were too many of them. Even if it killed dozens or hundreds of them now, it would be meaningless. Instead, it would make more viewers wary of it, and even make them put aside their internal struggles and prioritize dealing with itself...

Si Zai was trying hard to search for something among Chao Zai's consciousness.

That is its last hope for a comeback.

Just as it prayed that it would find it before its life ran out, the calm figure who had always been sitting alone like a spectator outside of many consciousnesses caught its attention...