Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2397 The Prophet is Dead (Part 3)

Indeed, the demigods of this Unseen Hill are as rampant as ever.

Watching the intense scene unfold, Fu Qian gave a positive review while continuing to sit upright.

Although it was invisible and intangible like the previous blade, that strike that came from the sky was definitely much stronger than the Joker's Billboard Slash.

Whether this suddenly appearing character is a superhero is hard to say, but he's definitely a demigod.

The reaction of the eye radar also proved this point; compared with those demigods outside, there was no obvious difference.

However, this genuine product has left the question of why there are so many high-level extraordinary beings in the Hill of the Unseen still unanswered.

They're all genuine, but they just can't get out?

That's getting more and more interesting.

Also, don't forget that the art style of many people here seems somewhat different from that of the outside world, for example—

Feeling slightly ashamed, although the person in front of him was displaying great power, Fu Qian still naturally thought of someone else at that moment: the Mirror Knight Balard, with whom he had once had a pleasant conversation.

Green Ballard.

It's a pity that the friend of justice has truly vanished into the annals of fate.

Roar--

Fu Qian's heartfelt remembrance was also interrupted by an unusual loud noise.

The struggles ahead remained silent, leading one to wonder if the wagon-devourer lacked vocal organs.

At this moment, it seems that it's simply because the force wasn't strong enough.

From the front view, it's clear that even though it has become a rounded mass, the heavy impact from above still directly pierced through the sunroof and chassis, achieving a more transparent effect than a convertible.

You can see the torn edges, which on one hand splatter and spread like molten metal, and on the other hand, it seems as if there are nerves twitching inside, twisting and turning with a vivid sense of live killing.

"Let's continue to enjoy the unknown!"

But it's obvious that some people don't like freshness, and the long-haired demigod doesn't seem to be planning to let it go at all.

With a shout of "Twenty feet!", one hand was raised high on the spot.

……

I have to say, this place, this style, and these lines... were strangely captivating at that moment.

The long-haired demigod still had nothing in his hands, but Fu Qian didn't think he was bluffing.

Even the other person's current movements look somewhat familiar.

He had the same arrogant look when he smashed the Mar Brothers with his serpentine hammer.

Furthermore, the meaning of that declaration resonates deeply with me as well.

Enjoy the unknown... In the Hill of the Unseen, these wills will never die. No matter how badly they are beaten, they will only return in the cycle of reincarnation.

But the process and timing of this return, as old friends have said, are unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Even immortal ashes would likely feel fear towards such an unknown.

For example, the chariot devourer is still struggling and is not giving up.

The spot where the long-haired demigod stood was suddenly surrounded by a rapidly expanding black mud pit, making him look like Peppa Pig.

Even their legs were covered in mud, similar to the wheels they had just been on, with strands of mud rapidly climbing up.

Unfortunately, what was once a scene that created a strong atmosphere of terror now evokes a sense of helplessness, like that of a victim.

The hand that was lifting up in mid-air seemed to be playing with a fragile energy ball.

boom--

The long-haired demigod didn't even make the mistake of blindly pursuing numerical values; without saying another word, he directly smashed down with his hammer.

This time, Fu Qian said he actually saw a hammer.

It is invisible and without trace, yet it leaves a mark.

As the long-haired demigod made his move, Fu Qian watched helplessly as the black mass was crushed by some immense force, collapsing rapidly, as if it had encountered a two-dimensional foil.

...Eliminate evil completely.

Both their words and actions firmly demonstrate this point.

The long-haired demigod's professionalism was admirable—if only he could distinguish between hostages and thugs.

Indeed, as Fu Qian indicated, Ballard's value as a righteous partner was still rising at that moment. This newly debuted superhero, while charging up his power, clearly did not consider the victims in the carriage.

That strike, imbued with the meaning of endless annihilation, also landed on his head.

Of course, the advantage of this is that it leaves no room for the target to slip away and seek a triumphant return elsewhere. But the disadvantage is...

At a certain moment, the process of the black mud devourer, whose shape was already indescribable, silently stopped.

The reason, it seems, is both simple and unbelievable: an outstretched index finger was pressed against the invisible execution hammer.

For the first time since then, the victim of the ghost carriage stood up and stretched out his right hand.

And through such a simple action, it was as if the stars were held back.

click -

It wasn't even over yet, but the middle finger on the same hand continued to bend slightly before snapping out.

What followed was a roar that sounded like a glacier collapsing.

……

"I knew something was wrong with you all along..."

Considering that the movement was a bit too graceful, Fu Qian chose to hold it a little longer and didn't rush to put it down.

Such a scene undoubtedly highlights the deliberate intent.

So much so that the long-haired demigod, who had just been about to crush him, immediately issued a righteous judgment.

"It's not just because of your strange mask... Even the most insane madman wouldn't be sitting there motionless at a time like this."

His statement even made his earlier actions seem more reasonable.

Was it not an accidental injury, but rather a pre-planned double kill of evil?

"really?"

Although there seem to be differing opinions on this matter.

As he shook his head in response to the question, the image of another old friend came to mind.

With multicolored hair and a face painted white with an ever-present smile, it was none other than the clown who had been waiting in front of them.

"I think I know someone who might want to experience this situation."

They were already close friends, and now that Fu Qian was involved, he was very confident in his judgment.

"You seem to know this place very well..."

His words seemed to have elicited some thoughts. The long-haired demigod did not refute him at that moment, but looked Fu Qian up and down, frantically guessing his identity.

"To be honest, I'm here to get to know you better."

He sighed softly, expressing his determination to learn.

"I am honored by the kindness of my friends in the martial arts world, who have bestowed upon me the honorary title of Great Fortune King. May I ask how you should address me?"

They don't just talk about it; they immediately start proving it and engaging the other party in a discussion.

Great Fortune King...

It's clear that even here, the title "Great Fortune King" is still somewhat outrageous.

The long-haired demigod remained silent, but a hint of confusion seemed to emanate from him as he looked to the front of the room.

click -

He then casually flicked an invisible blade away from his chest.

"Think carefully, don't get distracted."

Sorry I had to go out for a while, so there will only be one update today. I should be able to update more consistently starting tomorrow.