Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

Su Ming caught up with the enemy and engaged them in fierce combat. He relentlessly attacked them, leaving them nowhere to escape.

In the end, Su Ming successfully defeated the people of the Ancient God Church. The Sixth Seat fell to the ground, no longer able to resist.

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief and went to Lin Qiye's side. He felt very sorry for Lin Qiye when he saw his injured state.

"Lin Qiye, are you alright?" Su Ming asked with concern.

Lin Qiye shook his head and said, "I'm fine, thanks to you all for arriving in time."

Shen Qingzhu looked at Su Ming and said, "We owe a great deal to Su Ming this time; otherwise, we would have had a hard time dealing with the attack from the Church of the Ancient Gods."

Su Ming looked at Shen Qingzhu and said, "Shen Qingzhu, this time it's all thanks to you pretending to join the Ancient God Church, otherwise Lin Qiye might have been in danger."

Shen Qingzhu smiled and said, "It's what I should do."

Su Ming helped Lin Qiye up and said, "Let's go back first and get proper treatment."

Lin Qiye nodded and said, "Okay."

Su Ming and Shen Qingzhu led Lin Qiye away from the town. They knew that although the crisis was temporarily averted, the Ancient God Church would certainly not let it go. They would continue to strengthen their defenses to meet future challenges. In this dangerous world, they would join hands to protect the safety of the town.

Within this mysterious and dangerous prison, the oppressive atmosphere lingered like a tangible haze. Lin Qiye, this exceptionally talented cultivator, had just broken through his limits in a life-or-death ordeal, comprehending the wondrous magic of transformation. Meanwhile, deep within the prison, a riot erupted. The unruly prisoners, drawing courage and power from who-knows-where, were plotting a momentous rebellion.

Su Ming, this unfathomably powerful expert, instantly sharpened his gaze like an eagle's. He flashed, appearing like a ghost in the center of the rebel crowd. In an instant, he moved his hands, unleashing a torrent of powerful spiritual energy that surged forth, transforming into an invisible spiritual storm that engulfed the rebels. Under the storm's onslaught, the prisoners screamed in agony, their bodies swaying from side to side as the spiritual energy pounded against them, their initial arrogance instantly extinguished.

Su Ming's gaze was cold as he surveyed the suppressed prisoners, knowing full well that if he didn't take stronger measures, it would cause future trouble. He took out the Golden Rope from his robes. This rope shimmered with a mysterious light, runes flowing across its surface, containing ancient and powerful restrictive energy. Su Ming chanted incantations, his hands forming complex hand seals, channeling streams of spiritual energy into the Golden Rope. As the energy flowed, the Golden Rope slowly rose, unfurling in the air and emitting a chilling aura.

Su Ming shouted, "Binding!" The Golden Rope instantly shone brightly, transforming into countless golden ropes that snaked through the prisoners, tightly binding them. Each rope bore the imprint of Su Ming's spiritual power, forming an unbreakable barrier. The prisoners were trapped within, unable to move, let alone escape.

At this moment, the prison guard, Master Fu, rushed over. He was dressed in a long robe and looked at Su Ming with concern. "Young friend Su Ming, what exactly happened?" Master Fu's voice was deep and authoritative, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry.

Su Ming cupped his hands slightly and said solemnly, "Master, these prisoners somehow learned an evil secret technique and attempted to break the prison's restrictions and escape to wreak havoc on the world today, taking advantage of the extreme yin energy. I happened to be patrolling here and took action to suppress them. This golden rope spell is currently the safest method and can ensure that they cannot escape for the time being."

The Master nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the imprisoned prisoners, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "These villains are incorrigible. Young friend Su Ming, we are very grateful to you this time, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Su Ming shook his head and said, "Master, you flatter us. Protecting the peace of this prison is our common responsibility. However, there may be more to this incident than meets the eye. How did they learn of this secret technique, and who is secretly helping them? These questions need to be thoroughly investigated."

The Master pondered for a moment and said, "I will report this matter immediately and will definitely get to the bottom of it. Young friend Su Ming, you have exhausted yourself today, so go back and rest first. Leave this to me."

Su Ming waved his hand, "It's alright, Master. I still need to stabilize this curse here to prevent any unforeseen changes. These prisoners are all vicious criminals; the slightest carelessness could trigger an even greater disaster."

So, Su Ming sat down cross-legged in the prison, continuously channeling spiritual energy into his hands to reinforce the forbidden spell of the Golden Rope. The prison's guardian, Master Fu, assisted him, setting up defensive arrays to make the area even more secure.

As time passed, the riot in the prison gradually subsided, and the prisoners, bound by the forbidden spell, fell into a desperate silence. Su Ming stood up, his eyes flashing with a weary but determined light. He knew that although the crisis had been temporarily averted, unknown dangers might still lurk in the shadows within this mysterious prison, waiting for their next eruption. And he, as one of the guardians of this prison, must remain vigilant at all times, using his power to protect the peace of this place, never retreating even if the road ahead is full of thorns.

In the days that followed, Su Ming and the prison warden, Master Fu, strengthened the prison's defenses and supervision, closely monitoring the prisoners' every move. Meanwhile, Lin Qiye was quietly cultivating his shapeshifting magic. He knew that in this dangerous world, only by constantly growing stronger could he protect himself in future crises. Perhaps one day, he too could be like Su Ming, protecting this land and ensuring that peace and tranquility would no longer be disturbed by evil.

Inside the prison, the atmosphere was oppressive, like the calm before a storm, yet turbulent undercurrents lurked beneath. Lin Qiye stood in a corner, his face slightly pale. The Nyx power within him was like a primordial beast, imprisoned and pounding against the cage of his will, trying to break free and unleash its destructive power. Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, sweat rolling down his forehead, his eyes tightly shut, desperately suppressing this raging power. His body trembled slightly, and the surrounding air distorted eerily due to the fluctuations in this power.

Meanwhile, prison patrolmen rushed about, their expressions panicked. The news spread like wildfire throughout the prison—followers of the Ancient God Church had infiltrated this heavily guarded place! Panic gripped the prison, further escalating the already tense atmosphere. These believers harbored ill intentions, like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, ready to strike at any moment and bring a deadly crisis to the prison.