Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the entire medical tent seemed to be sucked out in an instant, and then solidified into a heavy lead block, pressing on everyone's heart.

The Black King, the terrifying existence that almost pushed them into despair and existed like a nightmare,

He is just a mortal who failed in his attempt to reach a higher realm a thousand years ago?

This fact is far more chilling than facing a natural god.

If a loser possesses such devastating power, what would the true supreme realm be like?

An Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, and his brain, which was always running at high speed, almost crashed at this moment.

He tried to analyze the information contained therein, but found that every inference pointed to a more despairing abyss.

Mortals can also shake the gods, but the price of failure is to become a disaster that even the gods fear.

This realization instantly extinguished the joy of surviving the disaster that had just ignited in everyone's hearts, and it was instantly extinguished by a cold tide called "powerlessness".

The tent was dead silent, with only the ominous black fire on Cao Yuan's body burning quietly, making a slight "crackling" sound.

The strange smirk on his face grew wider, and a meaningless, chaotic laugh came from his throat, as if he was mocking the insignificance and struggles of all living beings.

That laughter was like a tangible hook, tearing at everyone's tense nerves bit by bit.

In this extremely depressing atmosphere, Baili Pangpang stared at Cao Yuan with his bloodshot eyes, his chest heaving violently.

He looked at his brother who had fought side by side with him in the past, but now he was like a puppet controlled by strings.

He let out a heart-pounding laugh, and an uncontrollable anger and grief overwhelmed his sanity.

"Laugh! Laugh your mother's head!"

With a roar, Baili Pangpang raised his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, and with all his strength, he slapped Cao Yuan hard in the face.

"Snapped--!"

The crisp and loud slapping sound was earth-shattering, instantly shattering the dead silence in the tent.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

However, something even more shocking happened.

As the slap landed, the chaotic laughter in Cao Yuan's throat stopped abruptly, and the weird smile on his face also froze instantly.

What was even more incredible was that the black flames that had been spreading upwards from his chest, as if to devour him completely,

At this moment, he suddenly stopped and even shrank back an inch!

Cao Yuan's body trembled violently, and in his eyes, which were originally filled with chaos and madness, a very brief flash of confusion and clarity flashed.

He seemed to want to see clearly who was in front of him. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

The fleeting Qingming Festival was like a flash of lightning that cut through the long night, instantly igniting the almost extinguished fire of hope in everyone's eyes!

“It works! It works!”

Shen Qingzhu was the first to react, her eyes gleaming with ecstasy, and she rushed forward.

He grabbed Cao Yuan's shoulders tightly with both hands and shook him hard, as if trying to shake his soul back from the endless abyss.

"Cao Yuan! Did you hear that? Wake up! Look at me! Don't give up!"

Her voice became sharp and hoarse due to excitement, with a crying tone, and every word seemed to be shouted with all her strength.

"Didn't you say you would protect us? Didn't you say we would go home together? You coward! Wake up now!"

Amid Shen Qingzhu's screams and shaking, a miracle seemed to be really happening.

The black flames on Cao Yuan's body became noticeably dimmer, and their spreading momentum was completely curbed.

The muscles on his face twitched painfully, and the struggle in his eyes became more and more obvious.

Cao Yuan's own consciousness seemed to be engaged in a brutal tug-of-war with the crazy will from a thousand years ago.

The oppressive atmosphere was completely torn apart, and despair was replaced by a faint but extremely real expectation.

Everyone's heart was in their throat as they nervously watched the battle for souls happening so close.

Just when everyone's attention was focused on Cao Yuan, praying that he could defeat his inner demon,

A hoarse but extremely cold voice, like a knife cutting through stone, suddenly sounded at the door of the tent.

"Who said I was going to die?"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a sharpness and determination that penetrated everything, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

Everyone turned around suddenly, and their pupils contracted to the extreme the moment they saw who was coming.

The tent curtain was lifted by a pale hand, and Lin Qiye, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly slid in.

His face was even paler than An Qingyu's, with almost no blood. He was wrapped in thick bandages and was obviously seriously injured.

However, his dark eyes were surprisingly bright, calm and deep, as if they could see through everything.

Shouldn't he be in intensive care, on the verge of death?

Shock, astonishment, disbelief... all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined on everyone's faces.

The atmosphere in the tent fell into an eerie silence again because of Lin Qiye's earth-shattering appearance.

And at the moment when everyone's attention was drawn to Lin Qiye,

No one noticed that Cao Yuan, who was struggling violently, had a clear and bright look in his eyes.

A dark, inky light that did not belong to him flickered quietly, as if... it was laughing silently.

Lin Qiye's gaze calmly swept across the astonished faces, and finally fell on Cao Yuan, who was still fighting against the black fire.

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, as if everything before him had already been expected by him.

What he was looking at was not the chaos in front of him, nor the life and death of his friend, but a chess game that had just been completely disrupted and needed to be rearranged.

A storm seemed to have just passed, but with his arrival, everyone felt

Another, even larger and more bizarre vortex was just beginning to slowly turn its wheel.