Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Judgment."

A single word pierced Wu Hen's mind.

He shuddered and abruptly turned to look at the vengeful spirit of the fleshy tumor that Lin Qiye had pinned to the ground with his sword.

"Seven Nights, be careful!" Wu Hen's voice was urgent and low. "Something's wrong!"

Lin Qiye frowned, about to ask something, but the bizarre scene before him made him swallow his words.

The vengeful spirit of the tumor, pierced through the waist and abdomen by a straight knife, not only did not dissipate, but instead let out a series of sinister chuckles.

On that face piled high with rotting flesh, the corners of his mouth stretched into an exaggerated arc. His body, severed in two, had its lower half twitching in the ashes, while his upper half, supported by its deformed arms, struggled to get up.

"Damn?" Lin Qiye couldn't help but curse, "This thing can actually move?"

The scene was indescribably eerie, like a severed earthworm with a sinister grin, sending chills down one's spine.

Wu Hen's face had darkened considerably. His eyes were fixed on the half-destroyed vengeful spirit, and alarm bells were ringing in his mind.

He knew that the word he had just heard was definitely not a hallucination.

"It's not quite dead yet!" An Qingyu's voice was also tinged with seriousness as he gripped the Kusanagi Sword tightly. "And... look around!"

As he finished speaking, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen suddenly looked around.

On the desolate ash plain, the previously still "ash sculptures" began to tremble violently.

Ashes fell from them, revealing their nauseating true form beneath.

They were monsters pieced together from twisted flesh, pale bones, and venomous eyes, each with a different shape. Some had seven or eight legs, some had bodies covered with wailing faces, and some were simply writhing lumps of flesh.

They "came back to life" from the ashes, and unanimously cast their empty and crazed gazes at Lin Qiye and his companions.

Immediately afterwards, the countless overlapping, chaotic whispers converged once more into crystal-clear words, which came from all directions, making people's eardrums ache.

"Trial...of the sinner!"

"Judgment! Judgment! Judgment!"

"Hehehehe... This sinner deserves to die!"

Countless vengeful spirits laughed wildly, chanting the same words, and with distorted gait, they surrounded them from all directions.

A nauseating stench, a mixture of madness and decay, instantly filled the air, and the oppressive feeling that surged in like a tidal wave was almost suffocating.

"Damn it, we've stumbled upon a monster's lair!" Lin Qiye spat, gripping his straight knife tightly in his other hand. "An Qingyu, Wu Hen, get ready to fight!"

"Don't waste words with them!" A ruthless glint flashed in Wu Hen's eyes. "Something's not right. Let's finish this quickly and get out of here!"

Without saying a word, An Qingyu tossed the Kusanagi sword in her hand to Lin Qiye, and at the same time drew out another spare longsword from the Divine Ruins.

"Seven Nights, your sword is sharper, attack first! I'll cover you!"

"it is good!"

Lin Qiye took the Kusanagi Sword and felt a chill run down his spine from the hilt, which invigorated him.

He glanced at An Qingyu, who was holding a sword in her left hand, and nodded.

"Wu Hen, find the way!" Lin Qiye shouted and rushed out first.

"kill!"

He wielded the Kusanagi sword with effortless skill, and sharp sword lights, like splashes of ink, instantly cleaved the first few fleshy monsters that pounced at him into pieces.

However, the pieces that fell to the ground wriggled a few times and then began to try to put themselves back together.

"Freeze them!" An Qingyu followed closely behind, slashing out with his longsword in his left hand. The icy blue chill instantly spread out, and several thick frost vines broke through the ground, tightly binding and freezing a group of vengeful spirits.

Wu Hen did not rush to make a move. He calmly moved between the two, his sharp eyes scanning the entire battlefield, his brain working at high speed to find the weakest link in the encirclement.

"Left front, 30 degrees! The monster density is lowest over there!" Wu Hen's voice clearly reached their ears.

"Roger that!"

Without hesitation, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu immediately changed direction and charged toward the location Wu Hen had indicated.

Sword light and frost intertwined, tearing a gash through the dark tide of vengeful spirits.

Each sword strike was accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh bursting open, but the number of vengeful spirits was simply too great, like an endless tide, impossible to kill.

What started as an unstoppable advance quickly turned into a difficult push.

"No... there are too many..." An Qingyu's breathing became rapid. Each swing of her sword consumed not only her spiritual power but also her physical strength. "Their regenerative abilities are too strong. We simply can't kill them all!"

Sweat beaded on Lin Qiye's forehead as he stared intently at the dense horde of monsters ahead. He said in a deep voice, "At this rate, all three of us will be exhausted!"

Wu Hen's voice came from behind, carrying a hint of decisiveness: "Qi Ye, stop holding back! Use your trump cards, or we'll all be dead here today!"

Lin Qiye gritted his teeth; he knew Wu Hen was right.

"You two, stay close to me!"

He abruptly stopped, took a deep breath, and a deep black light instantly spread across his eyes.

"【Black Eyes】, Possession!"

In an instant, a violent demonic aura shot into the sky, forcing the surrounding vengeful spirits back several steps.

Lin Qiye's body began to expand rapidly, his black hair grew wildly, and his bones made a teeth-grinding cracking sound. In just a few seconds, his figure transformed into a terrifying demonic ape tens of meters tall!

[The Dharma Image of Equaling Heaven]!

Lin Qiye, transformed into a demonic ape, let out a deafening roar that filled with an aura of dominance over the world.

He looked down at the vengeful spirits at his feet, who resembled ants, his enormous eyes filled with violence and disdain.

"A bunch of... trash!"

He raised his massive, mountain-like foot and stomped down hard on the place where the vengeful spirits were most concentrated!

"boom--!!!"

The earth trembled violently, and dozens of vengeful spirits didn't even have time to let out a scream before being crushed into a bloody pulp by this earth-shattering stomp!

A huge footprint was left in the ground, with black blood and bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

This domineering and unparalleled strike tore a wide bloody path through the encirclement of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"Now! Charge!" Wu Hen's roar rang out just in time.

Without hesitation, An Qingyu and Wu Hen immediately unleashed their fastest speed, rushing along the blood-stained path left by the demonic ape.

Lin Qiye, in his demonic ape form, strode ahead, clearing the way. With each step he took, the earth rumbled and dozens of vengeful spirits were annihilated.

Its momentum was simply overwhelming and unstoppable!

However, Wu Hen keenly noticed that the seemingly powerful movements of the demonic ape had begun to show a slight sluggishness.

He knew that the consumption of the [Great Heaven Dharma Form] was extremely terrifying, and Lin Qiye couldn't last long.

"There's a mountain ahead! Go over there!" Wu Hen shouted, pointing to a dilapidated mountain peak in the distance.

With the help of the demonic ape clearing the way, the two finally broke free from the encirclement of vengeful spirits and fled desperately towards the mountain peak.

The demonic ape behind them stomped a few more times, giving them a precious chance to catch their breath. Then, its enormous body quickly shrank back to Lin Qiye's appearance.

As soon as Lin Qiye landed, he staggered, his face as pale as paper, clearly indicating that his spiritual energy was nearly exhausted.

"Hurry up!" An Qingyu grabbed him and, together with Wu Hen, helped him rush up the ruined mountain.

The rugged and complex terrain of the mountain effectively blocked the clumsy, vengeful spirits at the foot of the mountain.

The three looked back and saw that the dark, surging tide of vengeful spirits was blocked at the foot of the mountain, letting out unwilling roars, but unable to catch up for the time being.

"Damn it... I finally got rid of him..." Lin Qiye leaned against a rock, panting heavily, his whole body feeling weak.

An Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously observed her surroundings.

However, Wu Hen's expression did not relax at all. He quickly glanced around and his face suddenly changed.

"Don't be too happy yet." His voice was icy, like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads. "We're blocked."

Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were taken aback and followed Wu Hen's gaze forward.

There was no way forward from the mountaintop.

It was a bottomless cliff, and below it was a dark chasm filled with thick black mist, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, devouring all light and hope.

Abyss ahead, pursuers behind.

The atmosphere suddenly froze at that moment.

Just then, Wu Hen seemed to sense something, and a chill ran down his spine, causing him to turn around abruptly.

“What…what is that?” An Qingyu’s voice trembled, filled with disbelief and terror.

Lin Qiye also struggled to stand up and followed their gaze to the foot of the mountain, his pupils instantly contracting to their maximum size.

The countless vengeful spirits at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped howling.

Instead of trying to climb the mountain peak, they began to approach each other and merge.

The tumor on one of the vengeful spirits suddenly burst open, spurting out foul-smelling blood that clung to the severed arm of another vengeful spirit.

More vengeful spirits writhe and squeeze, as if they have lost their independent individual consciousness and become a pile of "parts" that can be pieced together at will.

Chunks of flesh were pieced together, bones were connected, and countless wailing faces were squeezed together to form a huge and distorted composite face.

The dark, surging tide of vengeful spirits was visibly coalescing into a massive, slowly writhing, and ever-rising mountain of flesh.

Something indescribable, beyond their comprehension, is slowly awakening and taking shape at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Hen stared intently at the terrifying mountain of flesh, an unprecedented sense of crisis gripping his heart.

He suddenly realized that they might have made a fatal mistake.

Perhaps their target was never them in the first place.