The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

What the hell is this thing?!

Blood Butcher let out a dry laugh, his facial muscles contorting with rage.

He couldn't understand this bizarre situation; something that seemed to have stepped out of a painting could so easily neutralize his deadly attack.

He said no more and released his eighth-order power without reservation.

The pool of blood on the floor of the entire suite began to bubble.

Hundreds of blood-red tendons emerged from it, twisting towards the coffin in the painting from all directions.

Every vein writhed and shrieked, the very despair he had extracted from countless lives, enough to corrode steel and taint the soul.

Faced with this hellish scene, Chen Guan in the painting simply raised the scythe in his hand.

He didn't swing it, nor did he even make any blocking gesture; he simply touched the tip of the scythe lightly in the air in front of him.

hum.

A silent shockwave spread out.

The roaring, lunging blood vessels all froze in mid-air less than half a meter in front of him.

Then, they began to fade.

The deep crimson turns into light red, then pinkish-white, and finally dissolves into the most primal life force, returning to nothingness.

The power that Blood Butcher was so proud of was directly neutralized.

The negative energy of the millions of people he commanded appeared so crude and insignificant in the face of the power wielded by the other side.

This is no longer a contest of skills, but rather the source's dominance over the tributaries.

"Impossible!" Blood Butcher's voice revealed panic for the first time.

He finally understood that his power was a filthy ditch mixed with countless resentments, while what the other party held in his hands was the life source that nourishes all things.

[Holy crap, what's going on?]

Is this Coffin Bro's true strength? Was he just putting on an act for us all along?

[Wait, look at Coffin Bro's real body, he's still standing at the door. Is this a summoned creature? Or a clone?]

[That aura! I declare this the real Coffin Bro. The one at the door is just part of the atmosphere team, irrelevant.]

Discussions in the live chat cannot affect the course of the battle.

With a sweep of his arms, Blood Butcher channeled all his power into a primal, destructive torrent that surged toward the coffin in the painting.

He would use the most ruthless force to close this bizarre gap and launch the final blow.

A crimson wave swept through the entire room.

In the painting, the coffin stands amidst the crashing waves, its form remaining perfectly still.

He raised the sickle in his hand, and this time, he swung it.

A dark crack appeared in front of him.

Blood Butcher's offensive was blocked by a line.

He stared at the face that was identical to his prey's, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a chill running down his spine to the top of his head.

This power far surpassed the third rank that my subordinate mentioned, and even exceeded the scope of the eighth rank.

Blood Butcher's understanding was completely overturned. In the moment of his daze, he sensed a fatal tremor coming from his connection with the city's magic array.

The foundations in the distance are crumbling.

The crimson magic array covering the entire city, that giant net composed of countless threads of emotion, has found its final resting place.

All the threads were taut and turned in unison, no longer rushing towards the bloodbath at the Queen's Casino.

Instead, they turned to the rooftop of that unassuming office building with an almost pilgrimage-like fervor.

All streams flow back to the void.

The most spectacular scene ever witnessed in the night sky of Wuhan.

Countless streaks of blood-red light pierced the sky, weaving together a meteor shower that flowed backwards, all of which disappeared into the small water tank.

The person inside the black coffin transformed into an insatiable abyss, greedily devouring the feast formed by the negative emotions and life force of millions of living beings.

The crimson streaks in the sky faded completely in just three seconds, and the night sky returned to its deep blue-black hue, with only a few stars twinkling in the distance.

The heavy feeling that had been weighing on everyone's hearts vanished instantly, followed by a sense of bewilderment at surviving a catastrophe.

What happened?

The ceremony was undermined.

……

The top floor of the Queen's Casino.

With the source of power severed, Blood Butcher's aura rapidly diminished.

The flames of blood burning on his body gradually died out, and the originally thick blood light became thin and dim, as if it might dissipate completely at any moment.

He fell heavily from the eighth level of the clouds.

puff.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, his aura weakened to the extreme.

"Who...who stole my ritual!" he roared, his scarlet eyes burning with resentful madness.

The coffin in the painting did not give him an answer.

He took a step forward, his figure passing through layers of space, appearing before Blood Butcher.

The sickle in his hand slashed down again.

This attack was unavoidable for Blood Butcher.

He could only watch helplessly as the weapon that represented the end slashed towards his body.

Having done all this, the person in the painting turned around, casting an indifferent gaze at the coffin at the doorway.

Then, his figure began to decompose into flowing ink, spreading out little by little, and finally all returning to the scroll that was suspended in mid-air.

The scroll rolled up, losing its support, and floated lightly onto the carpet.

In the entire luxurious suite, only the coffin remained standing.

The series of deaths and the extreme exhaustion of his spirit had a complete backlash at this moment.

His vision blurred and his eyes began to black out. He used his last bit of strength to hold onto the door frame so that he wouldn't collapse on the spot.

[We won? We won just like that?]

[Coffin Bro is awesome! What's that in the painting?]

Look at Coffin Bro, he looks like he's about to die. His face is as white as paper.

[My heart aches for him. He shouldered everything alone. So where are the officials?]

Chen Guan ignored the clamor of the comments. He barely managed to support his body, but his consciousness had already sunk into the system.

The popularity score has surpassed a level he never imagined.

And then there's the main body on the other side... Judging from the current situation, he succeeded...

What I want, I get.

……

At the same time, above the clouds in Jiangcheng.

The air here is crisp and clear, with a rolling sea of ​​clouds beneath our feet, and the city lights twinkling in the distance, restoring its former tranquility.

The white tiger leaned back on a deck chair made of clouds and mist, leisurely swirling the red wine in his glass.

A woman stood beside him.

She is the third member of the Guiyuan Group.

"The boss's script is always so unreasonable." Baihu chuckled, took a sip of wine, and his eyes revealed an interest in watching a good show: "So, can you tell me your part of the mission?"

"Didn't you already guess it, Uncle White Tiger?" Santai said seriously, "My task was to ensure he successfully stole the God, and your task was to lure the Vermilion Bird into the cage. Now it seems we've both accomplished our missions."

"yes."

Baihu swirled his wine glass, pointing with the stem to the area below where Long Ao was evacuating people and fighting desperately.

"However, the boss doesn't trust me. He even assigned us different tasks. It shows how little he doesn't believe in my abilities."

San Tai didn't take it seriously: "I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle it. This isn't a game. If you make a mistake, there's no chance to reload and start over. I had to prevent the official team from getting in the way, and I also had to help that kid succeed. It was very troublesome, okay? After I finished, I even did a good deed for him and helped him move that extremely heavy coffin. I don't know what the boss was thinking."

"That's true." Baihu nodded slightly. If all the tasks were assigned to him, he would indeed be quite busy. Just keeping the officials occupied was troublesome enough. If his sweethearts died, then they would really be dead. "Your Myriad Manifestations Scroll is getting more and more buggy. It directly replicates an ideal version of him to fight. That Blood Butcher's loss was not unjustified."

"And that kid from the Long family." Baihu's gaze fell on Long Ao.

Grow up quickly, boys.

Once you've grown up, you can't let your handsome but ruthless boss travel the world anymore.