Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sharp shattering sound did not come from above, but from under the feet, from deep within the towering cliff.

It was a dull groan like the whimpering of a giant beast, as if the backbone supporting the heaven and earth was breaking inch by inch.

The rubble fell like raindrops, hitting the climbers' helmets with a heart-pounding crackling sound.

Panic, like an invisible plague, spread across the cliffs in an instant.

Lu Baoyou turned a deaf ear to this.

In his world, there was only the rough rock face in front of him and the unreachable flag above his head, which symbolized the finish line.

Sweat mixed with melted ice and snow blurred his eyes, and his vision had long been blurred.

His ten fingers had lost all feeling, and every time he dug into the cracks in the rock,

It felt like a red-hot iron rod was being thrust into his flesh, but he couldn't feel it, or rather, he was forcibly blocking out the pain with his will.

In the numb body, there is a flame that is almost paranoid. The name of that flame is victory.

He was born for this moment.

From childhood to adulthood, he is always the most dazzling one in the crowd.

Being second in any field is a great disgrace to him.

This "Ladder to Heaven" trial is his stage to prove himself to the whole world.

What he wanted was not to pass, but to be the first to reach the summit, in an undisputed manner.

He filtered out the exclamations and screams coming from below, and regarded his companions' voices of dissuading him from going as the wails of cowards.

He just mechanically and madly repeated the same action - up and up!

Just as he stretched out his hand and was about to grab a protruding rock,

The last foothold he relied on was crushed to dust with a dull cracking sound.

The feeling of weightlessness instantly gripped him.

Lu Baoyou's pupils suddenly contracted, and the burning flame shook violently for the first time.

His body leaned back uncontrollably, the wind whistling in his ears and the world spinning in his eyes.

ended?

Do not!

no way!

He roared like a beast and waved his arms desperately.

Trying to grab anything that could slow your fall, even if it was just a fragile icicle.

However, everything is in vain.

He was like an eagle with broken wings, falling towards the bottomless sea of ​​clouds below.

At this critical moment, a figure rushed out from below like a cheetah.

Fang Mo had been following not far behind him, both as a competitor and an observer.

He was not panicked by the shaking of the mountain like others.

In those eyes that were always calm, there was now a gleam of light as sharp as a knife.

He saw Lu Baoyou's falling trajectory and saw her at an almost impossible angle.

He kicked the rock wall hard, swung his body sideways, and shot out his right hand like lightning, firmly grabbing Lu Baoyou's rapidly falling wrist.

"Crack!"

The severe pain of bone dislocation came from Fang Mo's shoulder, and the huge impact force almost tore him off the rock wall.

He groaned, and the five fingers of his left hand dug into the cracks in the rock like steel nails.

The hard rock rubbed his fingertips, and the sharp edges dug deep into his flesh.

The nails cracked instantly, and bright red blood oozed out from between the fingers, staining the gray-white rock wall red.

"Hold on tight!" Fang Mo growled, the veins on his arms bulging from exerting too much force, like coiled, angry dragons.

He was hanging on the rock wall, with only a bloody palm supporting the weight of himself and Lu Baoyou.

Below, the clouds and mist rolled like a giant mouth ready to swallow everything at any time.

Lu Baoyou's body shook violently in the air. He raised his head.

Through the messy hair, I saw Fang Mo's face, which looked a little ferocious due to extreme effort.

And the blood that kept dripping from the fingertips of his left hand.

Is it mercy? Or charity?

A feeling of humiliation that was even stronger than the fear of falling instantly overwhelmed Lu Baoyou's sanity.

He, Lu Baoyou, a child of destiny, actually needs to be saved by the person he has always regarded as his biggest rival?

In such an embarrassing posture?

"Let go." His voice was hoarse and cold, without a trace of emotion.

Fang Mo was stunned, thinking he had misheard: "What did you say? Don't be silly, hold on to the rocks next to you!"

"I said, let go!"

Lu Baoyou suddenly raised his voice, and the burning in his eyes was no longer the desire for victory, but a determination and pride that would rather die than live in disgrace.

"My victory, Lu Baoyou, does not require your charity to pave the way!"

Before he finished speaking, he used all his strength to twist his wrist and broke free from Fang Mo's iron grip.

"You're crazy!" Fang Mo's pupils contracted to the extreme.

Lu Baoyou's body began to fall again.

This time, he did not struggle, but instead a strange smile appeared on his face.

Facing Fang Mo's shocked gaze, he spoke word by word, mouthing silently, "I will come back... and then, I will be the first to reach the summit."

Then, his figure was completely swallowed up by the surging thick clouds and disappeared without a trace.

Fang Mo's hand was still frozen in mid-air, and the residual warmth from Lu Baoyou's wrist seemed to have not dissipated yet.

He stared intently at the terrifyingly calm sea of ​​clouds below.

The blood from the fingertips dripped down and fell into nothingness, without even a trace of echo.

At the foot of the cliff, Su Yuan and Ding Chongfeng looked up, watching all this with serious expressions.

From their perspective, they could only see two black spots entangled on the cliff for a moment, and then one of the black spots disappeared into the clouds.

The wind is getting stronger.

Snowflakes mixed with ice crystals began to fall, hitting my face like a knife cutting.

Although the shaking of the entire mountain stopped, a heavier and more oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone.

If the previous climb was an extreme test of physical fitness and skills,

So from now on, it has evolved into a cruel tempering of the mind and will.

Ding Chongfeng silently wrapped his coat tightly around him, and turned his head to the side.

Just when she was about to say something to Su Yuan, she realized that Su Yuan's gaze was not on Fang Mo or Yun Hai.

Instead, he looked higher up, at the blurry mountain top obscured by wind and snow.

Suddenly, a strange sound, not the sound of wind or falling rocks, came faintly from deep underground.

The sound was low and regular, like some huge and ancient machine.

After sleeping for thousands of years, it was awakened by the vibration just now and was slowly turning its first rusty gear.