A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

"Oh?"

Although the giant roc that Jin Yu transformed into did not land, it lowered its altitude, casting a huge shadow over the bird, its eyes full of mockery.

"What a touching display of sisterly love!"

The Wolf Warrior next to him slapped his paw.

"No need to fight, no need to grab! None of you can escape, come into my belly together and love each other! Hahaha!"

He laughed wildly and without restraint.

Qi Qi looked at Zhao Lingling, who was blocking her way, and then at the two monsters that were getting closer and closer.

She didn't say anything, but simply reached out her small hand and gently pulled Zhao Lingling behind her.

Then, she gripped the dimly lit mourning stick in her hand.

Behind him, the White Impermanence Dharma Image also made the same move, raising that illusory staff.

"Heh heh, still struggling?"

Upon seeing this, Wolf Warrior was not only unafraid, but also amused.

He simply stood still, even deliberately puffing out his chest, extending his claws, and patting his thick chest with a loud thud.

"Come on! Shoot here!"

"I'm standing right here, I'll let you hit me!"

"Come on, try it! Use all your strength and see if you can kill me!"

The mockery in his tone was almost tangible.

In fact, it is true.

Qiqi's little hand, holding the mourning stick, was trembling slightly.

It's not fear.

It's exhaustion.

She could feel that, due to the formation of the Dharma image, the last bit of spiritual power in her body was rapidly dissipating.

Linghai felt painfully empty.

My vision even started to go black intermittently.

That blow probably wouldn't kill the demon.

But Qiqi's eyes remained calm.

It was so calm, even somewhat empty.

But in the deepest part of this void, a faint but inextinguishable flame burns.

Very firm.

【Qiqi, if you find that you really can't win and you can't escape...】

Then, deliver the final blow.

The rest...

"I'll take care of it for you."

Qiqi lowered her head and looked at her right wrist.

There, tied with a seemingly ordinary red rope.

At this moment, this red rope is emitting a faint, warm red light.

One moment, one moment.

Like a heartbeat.

Qiqi raised her head and looked at Zhanlang, who was patting his chest and had an arrogant expression that said, "Come and hit me if you dare."

She slowly raised the mourning stick.

The white impermanence, in its Dharma form, also raised its staff.

The movements are very slow.

Slow, even somewhat heavy.

"This blow..."

Qi Qi spoke, her voice very soft, yet each word was clear and distinct.

"You will die..."

"Ugh—!"

The mourning staff, enveloped in a thin layer of eerie light, slammed solidly into the wolf's large, furry head, causing it to slump and his neck to shrink back.

But that's how it is.

Wolf Warrior shook his head; there wasn't even a white mark left where he had been hit.

He grinned, revealing his blood-splattered mouth and jagged, white fangs, a strange "hoarse" laugh emanating from his throat. His large, bell-shaped eyes were filled with mockery and cruelty.

"Hehe, little girl, is that all the strength you have? You're not even enough to tickle Grandpa's itch!"

He took a step forward, and the fishy wind he stirred up made the stray hairs on Qi Qi's forehead flutter.

"The game's over. Ready to get in the furnace?"

However, just as he was poised to devour the little zombie whole—

"Big brother—!!!"

Above their heads, Jin Yu's distorted, piercing scream suddenly exploded!

The voice was filled with extreme fear, as if it had seen a ghost.

"?!"

Zhan Lang's heart skipped a beat, and a chill, for no apparent reason, shot up his spine and up to the top of his head.

What happened?!

He subconsciously looked up.

The first thing that catches the eye is the swaying, seemingly about to disintegrate white impermanence image in front of you.

But right behind this White Impermanence image...

In that instant, Zhan Lang's pupils contracted into two tiny black dots.

An indescribably majestic, ferocious, and terrifying Dharma image, like an ancient demon god, had been standing there silently for who knows how long!

It stood on a blood-red lotus platform, draped in a dark red robe, and behind its head, a divine wheel radiating boundless blood light and murderous aura illuminated half the sky, staining it with an ominous crimson.

The two giant swords in Faxiang's hands were already raised high, their tips pointing straight to the sky.

"Oi, you son of a bitch."

"Ready..."

"Have you gone to hell?"

……

Below, Qiqi, who had just forcefully swung her last bat and was almost exhausted with a pale face, relaxed her tense little body slightly the moment she heard that voice.

The glow of the red string on her wrist had faded at some point.

At this moment, Ji Zuodao felt as if something in his brain had snapped.

Especially seeing Qiqi's pale face, bloodstains still on the corners of her mouth, her tattered clothes, her exposed skin covered in abrasions, and her little hand holding the mourning stick trembling slightly...

Yet he stubbornly held Zhao Lingling tightly behind him.

reason?

What is that thing?

Ji Zuodao now only wants to kill...

Kill! ...

Chop those two bastards who dared to touch his sister into mincemeat and scatter their ashes!

"Damn it... when did this guy get here?!"

As Zhan Lang was stared at by the blood-red eyes of the Styx Ancestor's Dharma Image, he felt his three souls and seven spirits tremble. Boundless fear mixed with an intense sense of absurdity overwhelmed him.

"Wait! My dad is..."

He had only uttered a few words.

"Buzz—!"

Above, the blood-red light in the eyes of the Styx Ancestor's Dharma Image suddenly intensified!

The blood-red greatsword in his right hand slashed down!

"No--!!!"

Wolf Warrior only had time to let out a desperate roar.

"Pfft—!!!"

The dull thud of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and breaking bones, accompanied by the splashing sound of blood spurting into the sky, exploded simultaneously!

The sword tip pierced deep into the hard rocky ground below, pinning him there firmly!

"Ouch—uh..."

Wolf Warrior trembled violently, his eyes bulged, and large gushes of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed from his mouth.

The enormous demonic body was pinned to the ground, its limbs twitching and thrashing unconsciously, but it was unable to break free.

But that's not all.

Almost at the same moment that the War Wolf was pierced, another blood-red greatsword slashed horizontally!

The sword light, like a blood-red moon, swept across his neck.

"Whoosh!"

A huge, ferocious wolf head, still bearing traces of extreme terror and disbelief, soared into the sky!

Scalding demon blood gushed out like a fountain from the severed neck, staining the surrounding ground a glaring dark red.

"Thump."

The wolf's head fell to the ground, rolled a few times, covered in dust, and died with its eyes wide open.

In the sky, Jin Yu, who witnessed the whole thing, was so terrified that he couldn't even scream.

Only a pair of bird eyes remained, wide open, its feathers bristling like a plague-stricken chicken struck by lightning, frozen in place, forgetting even to escape.

The Styx Ancestor slowly withdrew the giant sword that had pierced the body of the war wolf.

then.

Ji Zuodao seemed to feel that he was still not satisfied, or perhaps he simply wanted to vent the violence that was about to burst his chest.

The Styx Ancestor, in his divine form, once again raised his twin swords.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The giant sword was raised and then brought down.

Lift it up again, then smash it down again.

It wasn't chopping, it wasn't stabbing, it was the most brutal and primal smashing! Like a butcher chopping meat on a chopping board!

The target was the headless wolf carcass on the ground, and the wolf's head that had rolled off the ground.

The dull, teeth-grinding impacts, mixed with the horrific sounds of bones shattering and flesh turning to mush, echoed rhythmically across the open field that had just witnessed a major battle.

At first glance, you could still make out the shape of a wolf.

After a few moments, it turned into a pool of indistinguishable, red and white minced meat and bone fragments.

After chopping it more than a dozen times, until the thing was completely mixed with the soil and indistinguishable from it, the Styx Ancestor finally stopped.

The blood-red Dharma image lowered its head, coldly staring at the mosaic on the ground.

Then, he raised a finger and gently touched the clump of minced meat.

A dark, deep, blood-red mark, seemingly capable of devouring all light, burrowed into it like a living thing and disappeared.

He helped this bastard register in the underworld.

From now on, when that bastard's soul descends to the underworld, it won't be a matter of going through the proper procedures and waiting in line.

That's like having a "VIP express ticket," going straight to the most crucial holdout room in the eighteenth level of hell, where you'll be condemned to eternal damnation and never be able to escape.