Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The biting cold wind blew up snow all over the sky, completely engulfing the huge body of the white tiger.

The light faded, leaving only a small white cat the size of a palm on the snow, its fur soaked in blood, solidified into cold lumps.

It curled up in the snow, without even the strength to lift its eyelids.

A faint, almost inaudible whimper came from his throat, and every breath brought out a wisp of thin white mist, which was immediately blown away by the strong wind.

Despair is the only feeling at this moment.

Fang Mo could clearly sense that at least dozens of extremely terrifying auras were rapidly approaching from all directions.

They made no secret of their murderous intent, and like sharks smelling blood, they surrounded her, their tiny "bait."

She had exhausted all her strength and could not even transform back into human form. She could only wait for death to come.

Not far away, Lu Baoyou knelt on one knee, his body swaying.

The headless body of the man she had beheaded with one blow was slowly turning into black smoke and dissipating.

She won, but at a terrible price.

Her left arm hung limply, apparently broken.

The wounds of all sizes on her body were so deep that the bones were visible, and the blood almost turned her into a bloody person.

She supported herself on the ground with her straight knife, stood up with difficulty, and looked around.

The encirclement has been formed, and those figures walking out of the darkness,

Each of them exuded a heart-pounding pressure, far more powerful than the headless man just now.

There is no way out.

Lu Baoyou grinned, and blood oozed from her cracked lips, making her already hideous face even more ferocious.

There was no trace of fear in her only remaining right eye, only the determination to rather die than retreat.

She gripped the straight knife tightly with her backhand, leaning forward slightly, like a wounded beast ready to launch a final charge.

Even if I will be torn into pieces in the next second, I must bite off a piece of flesh from the enemy.

At this critical moment, a lazy voice sounded without warning in the center of the battlefield.

"I say, why are you still awake at this late hour and gathering here to have a party?"

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Whether it is Lu Baoyou or the mysterious enemies who surround her.

Everyone was stunned.

The next second, two figures appeared out of thin air in front of Lu Baoyou, as if they had been standing there.

The young man walking in front was wearing a white coat that didn't fit him well.

The man with his hands in his pockets, looking half asleep, was the one who had just spoken.

Wu Hen behind him calmly scanned the entire audience, his eyes like an ice-hardened knife, making people dare not look directly at him.

A "Chuan" realm expert who had just rushed out of the beast tide saw the two people who suddenly appeared.

A trace of violence flashed in his eyes, and he growled hoarsely: "Where did you come from, bastard? Get out..."

Before he could finish saying "get out", the young man in the white coat, Lin Qiye, had already scratched his ears impatiently.

"It's noisy."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The pupils of the "Chuan" realm expert suddenly contracted. He couldn't even see the other party's movements clearly.

An irresistible and terrifying force kicked him firmly in the chest.

"boom--!"

With a loud bang, the body of the "Chuan" realm expert flew backwards like a cannonball.

He crashed into seven or eight of his companions along the way, and finally became deeply embedded in the ice wall in the distance, his life or death unknown.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

With one kick...kick a "Chuan" realm away?

What the hell is this monster?!

Lu Baoyou also widened his one eye, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly because of shock.

Lin Qiye returned to his original position as if he had done something insignificant, patted the non-existent dust on his trouser legs, and then snapped his fingers.

With the sound of crisp finger snaps, the space behind him began to distort.

Blurry figures walked out from it, and in the blink of an eye,

Dozens of nurses in uniform, their auras as solemn as the sea, were neatly arranged on the snow.

The pressure emanating from each phantom is firmly above the "sea" realm!

Those who were originally arrogant and besieged,

The expression on his face at this moment was more interesting than seeing a ghost, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Dozens of "sea" realm?

What a joke!

Even if all the mysteries of the Far North were turned upside down, such a luxurious lineup could not be put together!

Lin Qiye glanced at these stunned enemies, and a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and waved it forward casually, his tone as flat as if he was ordering someone to clean up.

"Kill them all."

At a command, dozens of caregivers suddenly jumped up and turned into afterimages and rushed into the enemy camp!

On the snow, murderous intent suddenly arises!

The scene that followed could no longer be called a battle, but a complete massacre.

Screams, wails, and the sounds of bodies being torn apart came one after another, but soon stopped abruptly.

Those powerful enemies who seemed invincible in Lu Baoyou's eyes were as fragile as paper in front of these phantoms of caregivers.

In less than half a minute, the snow returned to silence.

Apart from the broken limbs and bloodstains scattered all over the ground that were quickly covered by the wind and snow, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Lu Baoyou stared blankly at everything in front of him, his mind going blank.

This sudden reversal was difficult for her to accept for a while.

Lin Qiye walked up to the dying little white cat, squatted down, and poked its little head with his finger.

"Hey, can you breathe?"

Wu Hen behind him didn't even look at the corpse on the ground.

He looked up at the deep and cold night sky, his gaze seemed to penetrate the endless wind and snow and fall on some unknown distance.

He calmly pushed up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke lightly.

"The farce is over. It seems our time is a little tighter than expected."