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

"Couldn't you have come out five minutes later?" Zhao Kongcheng looked helplessly at the hunter in front of him, who seemed to have come from hell.

Ordinary masked figures crawl on all fours like animals, but the Masked King stands on both feet, chest out and head held high. If the light were dimmer, he would look no different from an ordinary person from a distance.

But at this moment, his body was covered with sharp knife wounds. If someone with trypophobia saw the dense array of wounds, they would probably have turned and run away long ago.

"Hee---" The Ghost-Faced King's bloodthirsty eyes gleamed red, and his scarlet tongue rolled up and down like a frog's tongue.

At that moment, the two acted in perfect unison.

Zhao Kongcheng gripped his straight blade and slashed at Ghost Face King like a bullet fired from a gun, splitting the continuous rain curtain in two like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky.

But the Ghost-Faced King was faster; his massive body smashed through the rain, and his claws met Zhao Kongcheng's longsword directly.

The two figures collided, sparks flew, and cold light flashed. The continuous clanging of metal echoed in the narrow old residential area.

Soon, Zhao Kongcheng was blasted away by the Ghost-Faced King's terrifying power and crashed to the ground in a sorry state.

The gap between the two is too great, a confrontation between the people of Chuanjing and ordinary people.

Before Zhao Kongcheng could even get up, a huge, hideous ghost face emerged from the ground, centered on the Ghost King.

Zhao Kongcheng's expression immediately changed.

"【Ghost Face Earth Observation】, is it really necessary, brother?"

Upon seeing the ghostly face, Zhao Kongcheng felt dizzy and his vision blurred, as if he were looking through a kaleidoscope. The scene was fragmented and chaotic.

Zhao Kongcheng took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

The captain had already explained this forbidden area during the meeting: close your eyes and trust the direction of your body and mind.

"Hoohoho!!!"

The Ghost King's roars came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint its location. The ground trembled as the Ghost King rapidly approached.

The masked man stared at Zhao Kongcheng, who was completely unaware of what was happening, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his pale, ghostly face.

He slightly bent his knees, and like a sharp sword, the sharp claw marks gleamed coldly as he slashed towards Zhao Kongcheng's neck.

It was as if Zhao Kongcheng had eyes in the back of his head, and he barely managed to dodge the attack.

Then, he drew a long arc with his straight sword in the rain, slashing towards the head of the Ghost King.

But it had no effect, and the two were locked in combat again.

Just then, a voice rang out in the Wujie airspace.

"Zhao Kongcheng, Zhao Kongcheng..."

"Damn it, why is Lin Qiye here?"

But he ignored it, panting heavily as he dodged the Ghost-Faced King's attacks.

"Zhao Kongcheng, I know you're in the Wujie Void, open the door and let me in!!!" Lin Qiye shouted from outside.

Zhao Kongcheng scoffed, "What are you doing here? Get lost."

Lin Qiye kept ramming against it from the outside, but the barrier remained completely unmoved.

"Don't waste your energy. Leave the professional work to the professionals. Go back and eat."

After saying that, Zhao Kongcheng shakily took out a badge from his pocket.

He gently rubbed his fingers against the side of the emblem, and a tiny silver needle popped out. He took a deep breath and inserted the needle into his palm.

He felt the excruciating pain in his body vanish instantly, and his exhausted body was suddenly filled with inexhaustible strength. His body displayed unprecedented vitality.

The Ghost-Faced King seemed to sense the danger and paced back and forth around Zhao Kongcheng, harassing him.

Zhao Kongcheng straightened his back and swiftly slashed out with his sword.

A black crescent moon, five or six meters high, was swung from the blade.

The crescent moon was too fast; before the Ghost-Faced King could react, a severed arm flew into the sky.

"Hoo ho ho."

Screams echoed within the barrier.

Zhao Kongcheng laughed loudly, "[Ming Sheng Shan Yue], I am truly a genius."

The Ghost-Faced King stared at the severed arm on the ground, his eyes turning bloodshot, and he completely descended into a berserk state.

Two figures collided in mid-air.

After several rounds of clashes, Zhao Kongcheng fell to the ground in a sorry state.

The effects of the drug were wearing off, and the pain in his body was surging like waves, constantly stimulating his brain.

"Ouch, that really hurts."

But Zhao Kongcheng got up again, his eyes fixed on the Ghost-Faced King.

The Ghost-Faced King is not dead yet, so he cannot fall to the ground.

A cracking sound came from the top of the barrier, and then a boy with golden eyes jumped in through the crack.

"How did you get in?"

"I glared at it," Lin Qiye said casually, his eyes fixed on the monster in front of him.

Zhao Kongcheng shielded him behind him: "Get out of the way now."

"I can help you fight."

"Wait a minute, I'll strike again. Then you can help me."

"Okay." Lin Qiye took two steps back to avoid affecting Zhao Kongcheng.

Zhao Kongcheng took a deep breath and stared intently at the Ghost-Faced King.

"Seven Nights, open your eyes wide and don't blink! This strike of mine is going to be really cool!"

He raised his hand and swung the knife with fluid, effortless movements, without a single superfluous motion.

An unprecedentedly enormous crescent moon cleaved through the rain, slashing toward the Ghost-Faced King at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

The Demon King's head crashed to the ground.

Zhao Kongcheng's body went limp and he crashed to the ground.

Lin Qiye reacted quickly and caught Zhao Kongcheng's body, only then realizing how weak he was.

Blood gushed from the body, riddled with wounds, and several ribs were broken in the chest area...

Just as the two relaxed, a headless corpse slowly rose up, and then a pale, eerie ghost face slowly emerged from its body.

The ghostly face on the Ghost King's corpse twisted, seemingly screaming silently. Its faltering steps grew steadyer, and its speed increased. It charged towards Lin Qiye and Zhao Kongcheng.

"It seems the timing is just right."

Su Ming gripped the golden cudgel, which suddenly expanded several times its original size, resembling a giant battering ram from ancient times.

The veins on his arms bulged out, like green snakes swimming on the surface of his skin.

The golden cudgel thrust towards the Ghost-Faced King, like a thunderclap rolling through the heavens, carrying an unstoppable and immense force, crashing into the charging Ghost-Faced King.

boom!

After the tremendous impact, the Ghost King's body traced a long arc in the air like a kite with a broken string, and with a deafening roar, it slid across the ground, leaving a deep trail.

As the dust settled, it was discovered that a huge crater had appeared where the Ghost King had crashed, and the surrounding ground was covered with cracks and debris.

The terrifying, pale ghost faces piled up together, the Ghost King's only remaining arm trembled incessantly, and its tough claws broke in the impact.

Lin Qiye and Zhao Kongcheng, who was slumped on the ground, stared wide-eyed. The Ghost-Faced King, who was like a war god, was now lying on the ground like a pitiful rat.

"I'm not late, am I?"

Su Ming came to the two of them and greeted them.

As Zhao Kongcheng listened to the voice, the answer in his heart was silently revealed, but he still felt terrified by Su Ming's growth.

I didn't feel this strongly when we fought the masked man from the Zhan Realm before, but this time it's a monster from the Chuan Realm.

Zhao Kongcheng looked up at Su Ming's slightly flushed cheeks and guessed that it was due to the fast journey.

A smile appeared on her pale face as she weakly said, "Cough cough, I'm a little late."