Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Leng Xuan's words were like an ice-hardened knife, piercing into the stagnant air, but failed to provoke any reaction from Su Zhe.

He just stood there, like a dead tree rooted in the ice, letting the biting cold wind lift up the corners of his thin clothes.

His eyes still looked stubbornly at the gray and white skyline in the distance, as if his only obsession was there.

However, this pretended strong posture was completely betrayed by the uncontrollable trembling hand hidden at his side.

Every spasm of his fingertips was like a silent wail, revealing the overwhelming fear and struggle in his heart.

He was afraid that his broken legs would become a burden to everyone else;

He was even more afraid of seeing even a trace of pity and disgust in the eyes of his former teammates.

That was more unbearable to him than death.

Dignity is his only remaining and most fragile armor.

"Brother." Su Yuan's voice broke the suffocating deadlock.

Her voice was soft, but like an ice pick, it pierced the hearts of everyone present with precision.

She didn't look at Leng Xuan, nor did she try to persuade Su Zhe again. She just looked at her brother deeply and for the last time.

The look in his eyes was so complicated that it was hard to understand. There was regret, reluctance, but more importantly, a determination to cut off everything.

She turned around without hesitation. "Fang Mo, Ding Chongfeng, let's go."

Fang Mo and Ding Chongfeng looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment.

They looked at the lonely Su Zhe, then at Su Yuan's resolute back, and finally gritted their teeth and chose to follow the captain's footsteps.

They understood that Su Yuan would never change his decision.

Staying here any longer will only drain everyone's last bit of energy and patience, and will not yield any results.

The figures of the three people gradually went away, and the snow under their feet made a "crunching, crunching" sound.

It seemed particularly clear and harsh in this dead silent snowfield.

The cold wind messed up Su Yuan's shoulder-length hair, but it couldn't blow away the oppressive chill from her body.

She never looked back once.

The wind and snow gradually grew stronger, and soon engulfed the three figures.

On the vast snowfield, only Su Zhe was left as a lonely silhouette, being whipped mercilessly by the wind and snow.

The cracks that split the team were completely frozen and torn apart by the cold at this moment.

It spreads silently into the unknown distance, bringing with it a heart-pounding uneasiness.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, on the roof of the Central Hospital in the ruins of the city.

The golden king and the golden fighting Buddha are still confronting each other.

Gilgamesh's scarlet snake eyes were filled with undisguised arrogance and scrutiny, as if he was admiring an interesting collection.

The Monkey King opposite him was carrying the golden cudgel on his shoulder, with an arrogant and unruly smile on his face.

But deep within those fiery eyes, there burned a fighting spirit that was strong enough to burn the sky.

The auras between the two collided and squeezed each other, making the air around them sticky and hot, as if it would be ignited at any time.

However, at this tense moment,

The two people's completely different arrogant expressions, but coincidentally, froze slightly.

No sign, no sound.

They raised their heads at the same time, their gazes like two sharp swords materialized.

It shot accurately into the shadow of a tall building in the distance to the southeast.

There was nothing there, only darkness that was deepened by the night.

But at that moment, an almost imperceptible strange wave, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, flashed by from that direction.

The fluctuations were extremely subtle, yet they carried an extremely uncomfortable feeling of being watched.

It was as if there were a pair of invisible eyes, behind the dark curtain, watching everything on the rooftop with indifference.

The smile on Sun Wukong's lips slowly faded, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was replaced by a hint of solemnity.

Gilgamesh also narrowed his proud red eyes, and for the first time, a hint of displeasure at being offended appeared on his face.

The existence that could make them interrupt the confrontation and become alert at the same time was definitely not an ordinary being.

Murderous intent looms in the new dimension.

The strange fluctuations did not dissipate after being noticed. Instead, they became like a drop of ink with its own life.

It descended silently from the sky, penetrating the layers of steel and concrete of the central hospital like a ghost without disturbing anything.

It travels through the dark and silent corridors of the hospital.

He passed by the dusty beds and scattered medical files, like a silent hunter patrolling his territory.

Finally, it hovered at the end of the corridor, in front of a closed door with a sign that read "Dean's Office."

The waves gently cling to the cold door panel, as if listening attentively.

From the crack in the door, a suppressed, mumbling whisper could be heard, full of annoyance and dissatisfaction.