Chaos Spirit Field

The two slowly descended into the endless void. Death's Source God launched the first attack. She raised her lips slightly and whispered softly, "Death and Decay."

As these words fell, the entire void grew eerie and terrifying. A strange black mist appeared out of nowhere, spreading rapidly like the tentacles of a demon. In the blink of an eye, it pounced upon Zhao Shanhe like a vast black curtain.

Zhao Shanhe dodged as he said, "Lord God of the Source of Death, you are so ungraceful! You actually launched a sneak attack."

A gleam of pride flashed in the eyes of the Death Source God, and he said jokingly, "Zhao Shanhe, you must not take any battle lightly. Death and Decay can corrode everything. Wait until your tongue rots, and then we'll see how you can talk nonsense."

Zhao Shanhe tried his best, but in the end he was unable to escape the death and decay of the God of the Source of Death. He could only watch himself being enveloped by the black fog and the powerful corrosive force coming upon him. His clothes instantly turned to ashes.

Seeing Zhao Shanhe shrouded in black mist, the God of Death smiled with satisfaction. She said, "Zhao Shanhe, the withering death not only corrodes the body, but also the soul. As long as you beg for mercy, I will release you."

Zhao Shanhe's servile voice could be heard faintly from the black fog: "Lord God, please don't be so impatient. You're trying to strip me like a pervert right off the bat. You should at least give me some mental preparation."

Zhao Shanhe's words completely ignited the rage within the Death Source Goddess. Her expression suddenly turned cold, as icy and ruthless as a thousand-year-old ice. She said icily, "Zhao Shanhe, since you're so determined to die, I will grant your wish and take your life."

After saying that, a sharp black light shot straight towards Zhao Shanhe, who was shrouded in black fog, like lightning. The aura of death, which was so thick that it could almost condense into substance, instantly enveloped his entire body like a tide.

Zhao Shanhe sensed the thick aura of death, but instead of being startled, he let out a meaningful smile. As time passed, the black fog suddenly lost its lifelike vibrations. Death Source Divine Lord recovered from her fury, thinking to herself, "Oh no!" She had just used a divine-level move in her rage. If Zhao Shanhe died, she would be in serious trouble; the divine oath would shift the blame onto her.

Just as the Death Source God was worried and losing her mind, a naked man suddenly appeared beside her, pulled her into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "Woman, you just used a move beyond the realm of the God King. You've already lost. You're not going to deny it, are you? I want to compete with you in physical strength."

Zhao Shanhe felt a little uneasy. He felt like he was dancing on the edge of a knife. He could only pray in his heart that the method of escape calculated by Tianji would be correct.

The Death Source God Venerable didn't struggle or fight back, allowing Zhao Shanhe to flirt with her. She frowned and said, "The Holy Body of Creation actually exists. No wonder it's immune to life deprivation. My name is Luo Yunxi. Remember this. Let's compete in physical strength."

Zhao Shanhe saw the Death Source Divine Lord break free of his enchantment and regain clarity. He had initially thought the Divine Lord had miscalculated and was waiting for the storm to arrive, but he hadn't expected the other party to actually agree. He asked uncertainly, "How do we fight?"

The God of Death said jokingly: "Of course it's the game between you and Feng Shiya. You won't be afraid, right?"

Zhao Shanhe was now in a difficult position. He said stubbornly, "I am the strongest. You will definitely lose."

The God of Death licked his red lips and said charmingly, "I am a God. I will not lose to you. Let's begin."

As soon as the words fell, the two men appeared in the boudoir of the God of Death and began a physical contest. As for the outcome, one won because of his strong body, and the other won because of his high cultivation. It is still unknown who will be the winner.

Time flew by, the days and months passed by like shuttles. Although Zhao Shanhe paid a heavy price in this physical tug-of-war, he ultimately triumphed through his immense willpower. He staggered out of the Death Source God's chamber, his face pale, his steps unsteady, and the look of someone who had indulged in excessive sexual activity.

The Source of Death God was lying on the big bed in her boudoir, looking at the ceiling with empty eyes. She felt mixed emotions and didn't understand why she was so indulgent. It must be because Zhao Shanhe's charm was too powerful.

Zhao Shanhe left the City of Death and returned to the City of Life. Feng Shiya was overjoyed to see her lover return from afar. But then, seeing his haggard appearance, she felt an indescribable pang of heartache. She hurried forward, her eyes gleaming with concern as she whispered, "My dear, how could your life source be so weak? That Death Source Divine Lord is truly unkind, to have done such a cruel thing to you."

Zhao Shanhe smiled bitterly, shook his head helplessly, and said, "It's really outrageous. She almost squeezed me dry. Shiya, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you for a while. I guess I need to rest for a while."

After hearing this, Feng Shiya's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. She asked doubtfully, "Husband, you didn't really... sleep with the Source of Death, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe's face revealed a trace of grievance, as if he had suffered a great injustice. He said, "Shiya, it's all tears. That Death Source God forced me to do that. I struggled, but the difference in strength was too great, and I couldn't resist."

Feng Shiya rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "Husband, stop being weird here. Tell me what happened and how you conquered that old woman."

Zhao Shanhe said domineeringly, "What woman in this world can resist my charm? In fact, the God of the Origin of Death is also a woman with a miserable life. She has a physique of disaster, and ordinary men are not lucky enough to be with her. It's only because she met me, otherwise..."

At this moment, a voice came over, interrupting Zhao Shanhe's words: "Zhao Shanhe, how dare you seduce me and destroy my innocence? I will not let you go. Feng girl, how dare you call me an old woman? Slap my face."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Shiya was slapped in the face, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. She wanted to fight back, but Zhao Shanhe quickly covered her mouth and said soothingly, "Shiya, a good man never suffers a loss in front of him. Let's not argue with her. Wait until I reach the Divine Realm and spank her for you."

Feng Shiya struggled for a few times before finally calming down. She realized the attacker was the Death Source Divine Lord, and could only swallow her loss. She said, "Husband, I will help you repair the source of your life."