I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 932 Slaying All Yin Gods
The underworld.

Chaos, slaughter, and devouring are the norm here.

As far as the eye can see, the scorched earth is filled with more strange creatures than vegetation.

If you pass by a group of strange creatures, nine times out of ten they will be tearing each other apart.

The atmosphere in the underworld has been different these past few days.

The monsters trembled and hid.

Buried in the earth, in the swamp, or blending into the shadows, it mimics the surrounding objects...

They are doing everything they can to minimize their presence.

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The Kuroshio Current surged.

Even if the terrifying power of the Yin Gods wasn't directed at those tiny, insignificant creatures, it still caused any creatures that were accidentally affected to be instantly annihilated, turning them into nourishment for the Yin Realm.

The other surviving monsters fled like madmen, desperate to escape the area of ​​this divine war.

If the monster could speak and had the intelligence to express its inner collapse, it would most likely be crying and screaming by now.

"Here we go again! Here we go again!"

"I just escaped from the east to this area, thinking the fighting was only happening over there. Why is it that the fighting is happening here too?!"

"Did all the Yin spirits agree to fight at the same time? Or did they all go mad together?!"

In fact, the spirits are not insane, nor do they have the habit of challenging each other to duels.

All evil originates from a malevolent spirit.

"Night tour—!!!"

A pale, round face opened in the darkness, so large it could cover an entire human town. The face had no traditional features, only undulating contours like mountains, creating a sense of disorientation that resembled features yet was not quite.

A depression forms the eye of the storm, and the howling sound inside is like a roar.

The angry roar of divine thought from the Faceless God also reached the mind of the visitor.

The Night Wanderer raised his hand after attacking the Faceless God's stronghold and forcing out His true form.

"The Touch of Judgment".

Gray, divine tentacles gleefully emerged from the darkness.

The environment of the underworld and the immense power of the Night Wanderer made it thrive.

The giant tentacles entangled the Faceless God.

The binding power of the Touch of Judgment rendered Faceless God's escape techniques ineffective.

Clap clap clap.

The remaining touch of judgment, lingering in mid-air, struck the Faceless God mercilessly, cracking its uneven body.

Can't beat it!
It can't be beaten at all!
The battles between Yin spirits are incredibly brutal and direct, devoid of planning or strategy.

In a battle between the two, the strength of the two determines the outcome, and once they realize they are going to lose, they try to escape.

Therefore, the Yin spirit always hides its true form and origin very deeply, so that even if something unexpected happens, its true form will not perish.

But who would have thought that there would be such a sinister figure as the Night Wanderer?

A few days ago, the Night Wanderer and the Yang God 'simulated' a battle in the future. Although everything returned to its original state and the true source that the Yin Gods lent to the Night Wanderer no longer existed, the Night Wanderer had felt and remembered their true source energy, as well as the anchor point of their true form when they gave them the true source.

This is equivalent to the Night Wanderer having mastered the true hiding places of all the Yin Gods, as well as samples of their true divine power.

Even if the Yin spirits temporarily change their hiding places, the Night Wanderer can still follow the scent of the true source.

No matter where you run to, as long as you are alive, the Night Wanderer will find you if he wants to.

Then, while the people of the mortal world were unable to find Mi Bayue and Mi Feixue, the Night Wanderer, carrying His first companion, arrived from the underworld.

From then on, the underworld was filled with trepidation, and the spirits of the underworld lived in constant fear. *Crack*.

A fragment of the Faceless God was knocked off by the Touch of Judgment.

Mi Feixue picked up the fragments and presented them to the Night Wanderer as if she wanted to claim credit.

The Night Wanderer smiled and put it away.

The Touch of Judgment realized it had fallen behind and lost its chance to seduce the goddess.

The strange thing is that he was too engrossed in drawing the Faceless God.

Not daring to cause trouble for Mi Feixue, it took its anger out on the Faceless God and beat him several more times.

This ferocious appearance made Faceless God think he was doomed. He was about to fight to the death to peel off a layer of skin from Night Wanderer so that the other party would not devour him so easily.

As a result, just as He stepped halfway into the edge of God's destruction, the touch of judgment that had bound Him loosened, and He was called back by the Night Wanderer.

Without offering any explanation, the Night Wanderer left with Mi Feixue.

Faceless God: "..."

Only after the Night Wanderer had been gone for a long time, and it was certain that He was truly gone, did the Faceless God have a real sense of escaping death.

What does "night wandering god" mean?
Beat him up until his skin is torn and bleeding, then take a piece of skin and let him go?

This outcome, so different from what was expected, even made the Faceless God doubt himself for a moment: Could it be that He had done something to displease the Night Wanderer? And that's why the Night Wanderer came to teach Him a lesson?

The doubts didn't last long before the Faceless God sensed the approaching divine thoughts of other Yin Gods.

The Faceless God quickly concealed his true form.

Just because the Night Wanderer wouldn't take advantage of your illness to kill you doesn't mean other spirits wouldn't.

If other Yin spirits discover His severely injured true form at this time, they will definitely not hesitate to devour Him.

Conversely, He would do the same thing if He encountered such a good thing.

A few hours later.

Faceless God hadn't expected that the idea he'd had not long ago would present an opportunity so quickly.

The original form of the Dark Serpent God, which was entirely purplish-black and had four heads, was suppressed on the ground by the Touch of Judgment and kept thrashing about.

One of the snake heads hissed incessantly, its sound waves spreading out in concentric circles, leaving nothing but barren land in its wake. The strange creatures were shattered and turned into energy, which was then devoured by yet another snake head of the Nether Serpent God.

The Night Wanderer used magic to block the hissing snake's head, but the snake refused to cooperate. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the snake's head opened its mouth and lunged at the Night Wanderer, its scarlet eyes filled with ferocious killing intent and the excitement and madness of impending success.

The Night Wanderer's body was as small as a pebble beneath the giant snake's head, and was swallowed up in an instant by the snake's mouth.

Before the Serpent God could even taste it, a black arrow pierced the serpent's neck. The other serpent head, which was hissing, felt a chill on its neck. Then, its view dropped, and it landed with a thud, only to see a figure standing to the side holding a small, thin blade.

Even after its head was severed, the snake still retained its vitality.

The Serpent God belatedly realized that the Night Wanderer he had devoured was just a phantom.

The real Night Wanderer is now standing on the ground, having chopped off his own head with a knife, and walking towards the fallen snake head.

The Night Wanderer spread out the Book of Good and Evil and collected the snake heads from the ground.

The book on good and evil rolled up its pages, a little emotional.

These spirits, though seemingly dead, actually possess special vitality, and sealing them in a book is quite a hassle.

Thus, of the four heads of the Nether Serpent God, one was picked up, another was pierced by Mi Feixue in her anger, and the remaining two were no match for the Touch of Judgment. They were viciously whipped by the Touch of Judgment, which was also enraged, and a portion of its flesh and blood were devoured.

The Night Wanderer was originally instructed to only fight and not eat, but exceptions could be made for some who were excessively wild and unruly and disobedient.

The four heads of the Nether Serpent God each possessed divine power, but only the head that the Night Wanderer had severed and taken away could make a sound. The remaining three heads opened and closed their mouths in agony, but could not utter any sound. Only their painful divine thoughts infected the land of the underworld, causing this land to undergo strange changes.

The Night Wanderer dug up some more samples of the newly infected soil before saying to the Touch of Judgment, "That's enough."

The Touch of Judgment obediently retreated into the darkness and departed with the Night Wanderer, leaving the severely wounded Serpent God lying on the spot with his body mutilated.

The Faceless God sensed the commotion and waited for a while before cautiously approaching in his clone form. There he saw the gruesome state of the Ghost Serpent God.