I have a city in another world

Chapter 7023 Slaying the False God!

Suddenly, something unexpected happened in mid-air!
The space around Tang Zhen's body seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible and intangible giant hand that possessed the power to knead stars.

There was no ear-piercing explosion, only a chilling distortion and wailing originating from the very rules.

As far as the eye can see, the light bends and the scenery is distorted.

The spatial structure of that area lost its stability in an instant, collapsing suddenly inward like glass that had been struck hard.

A deep, black vortex, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and hope, appeared out of nowhere without warning at the very center of this collapsing space.

It spins at breakneck speed, emanating a cold and deathly aura. Its interior is dark and bottomless, as if connected to the nothingness at the beginning of the universe, or the desolate place after the end of all things.

This eerie black vortex, precisely and completely enveloped Tang Zhen's tall and imposing figure.

At that very moment, the four destructive energy torrents, which gathered all the power of the divine skeleton puppets and were powerful enough to shatter mountains and annihilate stars, arrived with a thunderous roar!

No one expected that, the moment they touched the edge of the black vortex, these four violent and incomparable forces would be forcibly interfered with and guided by some mysterious and incomprehensible unknown rule, and would undergo an incredible distortion and deflection.

Like a bird soaring into the abyss, or a stone thrown into a bottomless pool, it disappeared silently into the swirling darkness without even causing a ripple.

It vanished without a trace, without causing the slightest ripple.

A difference of a hair's breadth can mean the difference between life and death.

In a situation where certain death was certain, Tang Zhen miraculously emerged unscathed.

At the same time, Tang Zhen's calm and emotionless voice clearly resounded in the minds of every surviving cultivator, carrying an unquestionable tone: "Go all out and attack me!"

This incomprehensible command resounded like a thunderclap deep within my consciousness.

The faces of all the cultivators present, including those few knowledgeable and resolute ninth-tier beings, were instantly filled with extreme astonishment and disbelief.

In that instant, their thoughts almost came to a standstill, completely unable to comprehend Tang Zhen's intentions.

Damn it, what are they trying to do?
Faced with the earth-shattering combined attack of the four divine skeleton puppets, Tang Zhen had just narrowly escaped death using incredible means. Instead of thinking about defense or fleeing, he actually asked his companions to join the attack.
Could it be... just a test?

Or perhaps this is an illusion created by a false god, inducing them to attack Tang Zhen?

Or perhaps, they feel they haven't died fast enough, and are afraid of not dying completely in a desperate situation!
An absurd and insane thought, a deeply irrational emotion, churned in everyone's heart.

However, in the next instant, a deeper and almost instinctive reaction overwhelmed all rational doubts.

This is all because Tang Zhen had already established a powerful and unquestionable prestige in the hearts of the survivors with his unfathomable strength, meticulous planning, and absolute composure in the face of danger!
Despite the shock, doubt, confusion, and bewilderment in his heart, it did not affect his subsequent actions at all.

The group of cultivators dared not, and had no time to, ponder or refuse this seemingly suicidal order.

"Attack with all your might!"

Almost shouting, those ninth-level cultivators were the first to make their choice.

They forcefully suppressed all their doubts and transformed them into resolute action.

Compared to a group of low-level cultivators, they trusted Tang Zhen the most. Although they did not understand the true meaning of the order, it did not affect their resolute and decisive execution of it.

With this desperate command, they burst forth with light as bright as the sun, concentrating their life's cultivation into a single point, and unleashing their strongest, most powerful, and most desperate attacks towards the black vortex that had swallowed Tang Zhen!
The other cultivators, though astonished and their hearts nearly leaped out of their chests, acted as if they were wound-up puppets, reflexively carrying out the orders.

They gritted their teeth, ignoring the burning pain in their meridians and the weakness in their souls, and frantically and recklessly poured the last bit of magic power they had left in their bodies, even squeezing out the last bit of their life potential, into the energy sphere that was maintaining the protective array.

At this moment, the sphere of light was as bright and dazzling as the blazing sun, and the high temperature caused water vapor to evaporate.

As the controller of the magic circle, Tang Zhen's authority came into play at this moment, successfully releasing the terrifying power gathered within the light sphere.

It precisely guided the chaotic yet immense energy torrent, which was the result of the combined efforts of thousands of cultivators and the destructive attacks of four divine skeleton puppets, as if guiding a roaring galaxy, towards its current location.

In an instant, the area where Tang Zhen was located became a place ravaged by energy storms.

The ferocious attacks of varying attributes collided with the black vortex, producing an unimaginable and violent reaction.

A terrifying surge of energy, like a supernova being born and exploding at this moment, instantly engulfed everything in a blinding light, temporarily rendering everyone unable to see.

The destructive energy fluctuations, like a real tsunami, spread wildly in all directions, causing space to groan in agony and twist violently wherever they passed.

Even the surrounding air was compressed to an ionized state, exhibiting a bizarre liquefaction and iridescent sheen.

In this absolute death domain, capable of annihilating all matter and energy, Tang Zhen's figure, along with the black vortex, was instantly and completely swallowed up, disappearing without a trace.

It was as if he, and that space itself, had been completely vaporized and reduced to nothingness by this devastating concentrated attack from both sides, turning into the most basic particles!
boom--! ! !
A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, rang out. The black vortex, unable to withstand the terrifying energy from both inside and outside, suddenly exploded.

Countless fragments of space and streams of energy, flying and dissipating wildly, shot out in all directions like the most dazzling yet most dangerous fireworks, illuminating the gray sky with bizarre and fantastical colors.

This scene is a masterpiece of destructive beauty, yet it carries with it a chilling despair!
At this moment, the hearts of all the cultivators sank into an icy abyss, their spirits plummeting to the lowest point.

They were terrified, their souls trembling, fearing to see Tang Zhen reduced to dust and utterly destroyed.

Without him, the fate of all of them would be sealed...

There is no escape from death.

Just when hope seemed to have been completely extinguished, and despair, like a surging tide, was about to engulf everyone's consciousness.

Anomalies are brewing once more!
Behind that terrifying false god who had stood like an ancient demonic mountain, radiating a suffocating pressure and coldly observing and controlling everything.

It was only twenty meters away from its core torso, which was covered in pustules and had twisted limbs, in mid-air.

The once tranquil space, like a calm lake surface tossed with a boulder, began to ripple and twist violently. A black passage, identical to the previously exploded vortex, spun at high speed and suddenly appeared without any warning.

Immediately afterwards, under the incredulous gazes of everyone, a figure with flowing robes, like a god tearing through the void, stepped out from the center of the dark vortex!
It was Tang Zhen!

His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that the continuous use of spatial techniques and the guidance of massive energy had taken a heavy toll on him. However, his eyes were sharper and colder than ever before, like an eagle locking onto its prey, fixed firmly on the massive, mountain-like body of the false god.

Only Tang Zhen could see that it was an extremely hidden rune node that could only be seen through the lens of the rules.

That is where the chaotic runes are forcibly glued together, where the energy flow is most turbulent and conflicting, and where the defenses are weakest, making it a fatal core.

It is the balance point that the false god carefully hides and protects, maintaining its enormous body and preventing it from dissolving and collapsing.

Without a discerning eye to see the true nature of things, even the strongest person would find it incredibly difficult to discover the real vital point hidden beneath the pustules, remnants, and distorted energy.

Any probing attack will not only be futile, but will also immediately provoke a thunderous counterattack from the false god.

But Tang Zhen doesn't need to be tested!
Under the rule of the rules, the fatal weaknesses of the false god have long been exposed, and he does not need to bear the cost and risk of trial and error.

When they strike, it's a deadly blow delivered with all their might!
"cut!"

Without any unnecessary words, only a chilling, bone-deep shout filled with resolute killing intent resounded between heaven and earth like a thunderclap from the heavens.

Tang Zhen gripped the ancient rune-inscribed longsword tightly with both hands, releasing and activating his remaining divine essence, which poured into it like a burst dam.

On the sword, mysterious runes lit up one after another, bursting out with an unprecedentedly dazzling light.

The light was not simply a glow of energy, but contained the supreme sharpness of cutting rules, severing the Heavenly Dao runes. Even space itself could not withstand its power, and dark, tiny cracks appeared continuously.

Man and sword unite!

At this moment, Tang Zhen's figure seemed to merge into one with the runic longsword that was releasing the fluctuations of rules.

It transformed into a magnificent rainbow that stretched across the heavens and earth, dazzling and sharp to the extreme.

Beyond the limits of visual perception and the speed of mental reaction, as if by teleportation, it slashed down fiercely at the false god's fatal weakness hidden beneath layers of filth and distortion.

The false god, who had been silently observing and seemingly in complete control, finally sensed the deadly danger coming from behind just before the attack was about to strike, thanks to his powerful spiritual senses!
It let out a roar of alarm and anger, trying to mobilize its strength to defend and block, even twisting its body and using its countless waving, ferocious hands to strike Tang Zhen.

It did not expect that this tiny ant would be so terrifying, unleashing a deadly divine technique that burned its very essence and touched upon the level of rules!

The combined effect left the false god bewildered and caught off guard.

The sharp sword energy, imbued with the power of rules, easily sliced ​​through the pustules-covered, tough skin of the false god, which was far tougher than adamantium, just like a red-hot knife cutting into solidified butter!

"Pfft——!"

A sickening cutting sound rang out, followed by the sound of the blade disappearing into the flesh, seemingly vanishing before one's eyes.

In reality, it continued to penetrate deeper, unleashing a cutting attack within the false god's body, causing even more fatal damage.

As the sword light passed, countless human heads, their expressions twisted in pain and contorted within the bodies of the false gods, rolled off like ripe fruit, floating and rolling on the murky water below.

They opened and closed their mouths, emitting all sorts of strange cries and howls that were incomprehensible yet extremely pitiful and eerie, creating a hellish scene.

The filthy pus and blood inside the false god's body, like a rotting reservoir whose dam had been breached, mixed with broken internal organs and foul-smelling viscous fluid, rushed out like a waterfall towards the huge wound that had been cut open!

The sword energy surged forward relentlessly, finally reaching the core area surrounded by thick, hard, and eerily glowing bone plates.

Countless thick, purplish-red tendons, pulsating like living creatures, are tightly wrapped and attached to the bone plates like a spider web.

The surface of the bone plate was engraved with ancient and sinister runes, covered by a layer of pale red, biological fascia-like substance that flickered and shone like breathing in response to the life activities of the false god.

This is its "heart," the prototype of its "divinity"!
The dark golden, sharp sword energy, carrying Tang Zhen's killing intent and the destructive power of the divine law, slashed fiercely at the bone and heart that guarded its core.

“Ouch——!!!”

The enormous, mountain-like, terrifying false god let out a heart-wrenching scream filled with extreme pain and disbelief.

Its incredibly heavy and twisted body trembled violently as if it had been struck by an invisible giant hammer, causing the water inside the sinkhole to boil.

It frantically twisted its upper body, pieced together from countless fragments, and its grotesque, monstrous hands, each with a different shape, slapped, grabbed, or gripped, carrying a terrifying power capable of destroying everything and an overwhelming venom, as they fiercely attacked Tang Zhen, who was right in front of it.

"Ant, die!"

This was the first time Tang Zhen had heard the voice of a false god.

Hoarse, cold, and twisted.

This blow from the false god was destined to crush Tang Zhen, the ant who had inflicted fatal wounds, into mincemeat and tear him to pieces.

A twisted, monstrous hand, obscuring the sky and casting a shadow of death over Tang Zhen, sealed off all avenues for escape, and seemed poised to completely engulf him in the next second.

Tang Zhen remained expressionless, coldly staring at the false god, but a barely perceptible hint of ease and mockery flickered in his eyes.

At this moment, the false god's enormous body, all its movements, seemed to have been paused, its body so stiff that it could not move an inch.

Immediately afterwards, its body, which was filled with violent power and evil vitality, seemed to have all its support and energy drained away.

Like a punctured airbag, or a sand sculpture that has lost its foundation, it softly, with a suffocating slowness and decisiveness, collapsed onto the murky and filthy water below.

The strange hand that was about to touch Tang Zhen fell limply, not even touching the hem of his clothes.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only the dull and desperate roar of that huge body crashing heavily onto the water surface, and the towering turbid waves that surged up afterward, mixed with pus, blood and bits of flesh, remained.