Godslayer: My Forbidden Ruins Master

Deep within the vast Taklamakan Desert, scorching heat waves distorted the view, turning the undulating sand dunes into a shimmering golden inferno.

Deathly silence reigns supreme here, with only the mournful whistling of the wind sweeping across the sand dunes like the wailing of ghosts.

Suddenly, this ancient silence was utterly shattered!

"boom--!!!"

A figure enveloped in intense blackish-purple light crashed into a massive sand dune like a cannonball. The violent impact instantly blasted hundreds of tons of yellow sand into the air, creating a brief but deadly sandstorm.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Yiyu staggered out of the sandpit. His magnificent robe, a symbol of the supreme authority of the Church of the Ancient Gods, was now covered in sand and torn in several places. His exposed skin was covered with charred burn marks and fine cracks, from which dark purple blood was seeping out in thin streams.

The composure and arrogance that once graced the face of humanity had vanished completely, leaving only the ferocity and resentment of a beast driven to the brink of despair.

His unfathomable eyes were fixed on the sky, burning with a furious rage that could consume everything.

Above the sky, seven figures, like cold stars, pierced through the swirling sand and dust.

They were dressed in almost identical, somber black tailcoats, the wide hoods completely obscuring their faces in deep shadows, leaving only darkness that seemed to devour light.

Silence is their only language.

The seven figures floated in the perfect alignment of the Big Dipper, their invisible energy fields intertwined, forming a giant net of death covering an area of ​​several kilometers.

The seven towering silver pillars are the fangs of this net of death!

These beams of light are not physical entities, yet they appear more solid and deadly than any metal.

They are formed entirely from the compression and condensation of pure, destructive energy, with dazzling plasma flowing across their surfaces and emitting a sizzling sound that makes your scalp tingle.

At the edge of the beam of light, the air was ionized by the extreme heat, displaying an eerie blue-purple distorted halo. The space itself trembled slightly, as if it could not withstand this destructive power.

"Om-!"

One of the beams of light moved without warning.

It wasn't a translation; rather, it moved at a speed beyond the limits of visual perception, like a divine spear of judgment hurled by a god, instantly piercing through the distance of space! Its target was the still-breathing murmur at the edge of the sandpit!

Before the beam of light arrived, the pure will of destruction descended as if it were a tangible force, and the sand beneath Yiyu's feet was instantly pressed down, collapsed, crystallized, and vitrified!

"You haunt me!" the babbling voice roared hoarsely, filled with the humiliation and madness of being driven to the brink by ants.

He suddenly grabbed at the air on both sides with both arms, the movement carrying a violent feeling of tearing through space.

"Hiss-!"

The space around him, like a thick curtain torn open by an invisible giant hand, suddenly split open into dozens of deep, viscous black cracks! Countless thick, twisted, purplish-black tentacles covered with suckers and flowing with filthy slime, carrying an aura of extreme fear and despair that could freeze one's soul, surged out of these spatial cracks!

This is the manifestation of a "nightmare"! It is the law and authority wielded by delirium!

These nightmare tentacles danced and tangled wildly, instantly forming a huge, writhing, ominous purplish-black shield wall in front of the babbling monstrosity.

The tentacles squeezed and merged together, dripping slime that corroded the sand below, creating sizzling pits.

"Boom——!!!"

The silver spear slammed into the Nightmare Shield Wall!

In an instant, a blinding light burst forth in the heart of the desert! A massive energy sphere, over a hundred meters in diameter, expanded instantly, engulfing everything in its path! At its core was pure incandescence, while its edges were filled with deadly silver-blue plasma clashing and annihilating with churning purplish-black nightmare energy!

A terrifying shockwave swept out in a ring! Centered on the point of impact, sand dunes within a radius of several kilometers were instantly flattened and vaporized! A huge, circular crater appeared out of nowhere, the sand at the bottom of the crater melted into dark red magma by the high temperature, bubbling and gurgling.

Further away, the sand dunes seemed to have been flattened by an invisible giant hand, forming a strange, smooth, mirror-like flat area.

As the light dimmed, the Nightmare Shield Wall was riddled with holes, and countless broken tentacles turned to ashes in the turbulent energy flow.

The babbling figure was once again violently thrown out, like a burning meteorite, carving a deep trench a kilometer long in the sand, and finally crashing into a weathered rock mountain before barely coming to a stop.

"Cough...cough cough!" He knelt on one knee in the scorching hot rubble, coughing violently. Each cough brought out a large amount of dark purple blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, which splattered onto the hot rocks, making a hissing sound and rising up pungent purple smoke.

His robes were almost tattered, and on his bare chest, a deep, charred wound that revealed the bone was constantly oozing thick blood. The muscle tissue at the edge of the wound was in a bizarre state of necrosis, being continuously eroded by silver destructive energy.

“Spiritual medium… Ye Fan’s lackey!” Yi Yu raised his head, his hood already shattered in the impact, revealing a face completely distorted by excruciating pain and rage.

His eyes were fixed on the seven silent, precise killing machines high in the sky, and his deep-seated hatred was almost bursting forth as solid flames.

"You think... this is enough to kill me?!"

His response was a surge of energy that gathered violently once more from the heavens!

The light from the seven giant silver pillars suddenly surged, and the plasma flowing between them became even more turbulent. They slowly shifted their positions, and the energy field strengthened and converged again, like seven cold stars adjusting their orbits, preparing to launch the next salvo powerful enough to destroy planets! The silent oppressive feeling was more suffocating than any roar.

A flash of extreme pain and madness crossed Yiyu's eyes. He knew that if he took another attack like that, he would be crippled, if not killed! He gritted his teeth and slammed his right hand hard against his bloodied chest!

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of his heart's essence blood, containing his primordial power, which instantly transformed into a thick, impenetrable cloud of purplish-black blood mist.

The blood mist did not dissipate; instead, it writhed as if alive, rapidly condensing into an extremely complex, constantly twisting and changing rune mark.

"With my blood, I ignite dreams! Open!" the man shrieked, his hands forming an ancient and sinister hand seal, which he slammed down onto the blood talisman!

"Buzz!"

The blood talisman suddenly exploded, transforming into a rapidly expanding purplish-black halo! Wherever the halo swept, the space fluctuated violently, like ripples spreading across water after pebbles.

At the center of the ripples, a temporary spatial passage, barely wide enough for one person to pass through and with viscous nightmare energy flowing along its edges, was forcibly torn open! On the other side of the passage, rolling dark clouds and surging waves could be vaguely seen!

This is an escape route forcibly opened by burning the very source of life! The cost was enormous!

"Ye Fan! Spirit Medium! I will remember this humiliation!" The venomous gaze of the bastard swept across the sky, each word like a shard of ice squeezed from between his teeth, carrying a deep-seated hatred.

"Once I recover, I will make you pay a hundredfold! This world will be plunged into my lord's nightmare! You... will regret it!!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a dim, purplish-black streak of light, plunging headfirst into the extremely unstable spatial passage without hesitation.

Just as his figure disappeared into the passage, seven silver beams of light, poised to strike, crashed down with a force capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth!

“BOOM Boom Boom Boom!!!”

An even more violent explosion occurred! The entire desert seemed to be wailing! Where the whispers disappeared, the spatial passage was completely torn apart and annihilated by the violent energy, leaving behind only a terrifying giant crater with a diameter of over three hundred meters and an unfathomable depth. The crater walls were as smooth as a mirror, showing the appearance of glass after being molten at high temperatures.

The devastating energy aftershocks, like an invisible tsunami, spread wildly towards the distant desert, completely rewriting the landscape.

High in the sky, seven figures in black cloaks still hovered, like unchanging sculptures from ancient times.

They silently "watched" the devastating crater and the empty space below, their emotions undisturbed in the shadows beneath their hoods.

After a moment, one of them nodded very slightly.

Seven figures turned around simultaneously, their black tuxedos fluttering in the raging energy turbulence.

Without exchanging words or lingering, the seven people, like drops of ink merging into the shadows, instantly transformed into seven black lines, silently speeding away in the direction they had come from, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

All that remains is the enormous, menacing crater in the heart of the Taklamakan Desert, radiating the lingering heat of destruction, like an unhealable scar on the earth, silently recounting the terrifying clash that had just taken the lives of even the gods.

Thousands of miles away, in the frigid depths of the Pacific Ocean.

Thick, leaden-gray clouds hung low, pressing down on the sea, while the gale whipped up towering waves several meters high, emitting a muffled roar.

Three figures, clad in special black diving suits, clung like ghosts to the edge of a rocky islet, struggling through the turbid waves to slowly climb onto the slippery rocky beach.