It was supposed to be a Mythic card set, but what the heck is this Warhammer 40k?

After hearing Lu Ya's words, the clown looked Lu Ya up and down with interest: "Judging from what you're saying, it seems you know me quite well!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have been the one who opened the seal, otherwise you wouldn't know these things."

At this point, the clown paused, then gave Lu Ya a chilling smile.

"Speaking of which, I should really thank you, because you have no idea what kind of being you released!"

Faced with the clown's mockery, Lu Ya sneered, "Is that so? Maybe you're celebrating too soon. I can release you, and I can send you back!"

"Oh, really!" The Joker smiled slightly. "If you're going to do anything, you might as well ask my audience if they agree!"

As the clown finished speaking, all the corpses present turned to look at Lu Ya and Yang Feng.

Without further hesitation, Lu Ya shouted, "Old Yang, make your move!"

Yang Feng was already on edge, and the moment Lu Ya spoke, he immediately gave orders to the ghost messengers.

Suddenly, the ghost messenger's hand holding the iron chain trembled, and the chain lashed out like a venomous snake, striking the first corpse that lunged forward.

The immense force severed these rotting corpses in half at the waist.

At the same time, the Inquisitor beside him also made his move. With the Inquisitor clenching his fist, the psionic energy drawn from the warp transformed into bolts of lightning that struck down hard at the Joker.

The clown was no pushover either. He moved with lightning speed, leaping several meters into the air to dodge the lightning strike, which struck the ground, leaving only a charred, shallow crater.

After the clown took to the air, he quickly grabbed a rope in mid-air and swung it forcefully, pouncing directly towards Lu Ya like an ape.

At the same time, he opened his blood-red maw, revealing sharp, white teeth, as if he wanted to bite Lu Ya's head off.

This scene immediately made Yang Feng anxious. He wanted to go and help, but the ghost messengers were busy dealing with the horde of corpses and couldn't spare any time to help.

Seeing Lu Ya so close at hand, the clown couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.

He originally thought that Lu Ya would look terrified when facing him alone.

But when he saw Lu Ya's expression clearly, the clown was stunned for a moment.

Lu Ya was looking at him calmly, as if everything was under his control.

The next second, the roar of a chainsaw suddenly filled the entire tent.

The Joker's pupils constricted sharply the moment he heard the chainsaw sword roar.

Behind Lu Ya, a terrifying warrior, like a god of death, suddenly appeared, his chainsaw sword slashing fiercely at the clown.

Even with the clown's quick reflexes, it was too late for him to dodge.

At the same time, Lu Ya's mocking voice rang in the clown's ears: "I knew you'd fall for it!"

In fact, Lu Ya deliberately kept the judge away from him in order to create the illusion that he was disconnected from the judge, so that the clown would find a way to attack him.

The moment the Joker gets close, he can use the Lamenter to deliver a fatal blow to the Joker.

And things did indeed turn out exactly as Lu Ya had predicted.

As the weeping man's chainsaw sword came down, the sharp blade sliced ​​the clown's head in two as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood and bits of flesh splattered all over the ground as the chainsaw sword spun wildly.

It made the scene look extremely bloody.

This scene immediately invigorated Yang Feng: "Wow, Brother Lu, you managed to do all that..."

However, before Yang Feng could finish speaking, Lu Ya interrupted him: "Old Yang, don't come any closer, this guy isn't dead yet!"

As Lu Ya finished speaking, to Yang Feng's horrified gaze, the clown, whose head had been split in two, suddenly stood up again.

The horrific wounds inflicted on the Joker by the chainsaw sword are now healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this, Yang Feng's heart skipped a beat: "If they can't be killed, how are we supposed to play this game?!"

Not only Yang Feng, but Lu Ya's expression immediately turned extremely gloomy.

Although he had already anticipated that the other party, being an evil god, would not be killed so easily.

But he hadn't expected the clown to be so troublesome.

With this almost immortal regenerative ability, even if the opponent has a physical body and the Weeping One's attacks are effective, he might not be able to kill the opponent!

But the weeping man didn't care about any of that; he gave the clown no chance to catch his breath.

With a swift step, he closed the distance between himself and the Joker, and the chainsaw in his hand slashed at the Joker's waist again, leaving a horrific wound on his body.

At the same time, the judge exerted his power again, with psionic lightning continuously striking down at the Joker, constantly compressing the Joker's space to maneuver.

With this cooperation, the weeping men inflicted several more wounds on the clown.

Faced with the onslaught of the weeping crowd and the judge, the clown finally seized an opportunity. He did several backflips to quickly widen the distance between himself and Lu Ya, gaining a chance to catch his breath.

At the same time, the wounds on his body were healing rapidly.

However, the healing speed doesn't seem to be as fast as before.

This scene made Lu Ya seem to grasp something, and his eyes lit up immediately.

At this moment, the clown finally caught his breath. After all his wounds had healed, he smiled and said to Lu Ya, "Not bad. That move just now almost cleaved me in two."

"However, I won't fall for the same trick twice. So what are you going to do next?"

As he spoke, the clown gave Lu Ya a mocking smile.

Faced with the clown's mockery, Lu Ya sneered and said, "Is that so? I noticed your healing speed seemed to have slowed down just now, which means you're not immortal, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this is probably related to your recent escape. You're probably not fully recovered to your peak condition yet, right?"

"So that means if you die enough times, there will eventually come a point where you can't recover, right?"

As Lu Ya spoke, he observed the clown's changing expression.

In fact, these were all Lu Ya's guesses. After all, the Joker had not shown any other tricks except for his amazing regenerative ability from the beginning until now.

This is nothing like what an evil god should be like.

As expected, after hearing Lu Ya's words, the clown's smile slowly disappeared, and his expression gradually became gloomy and ferocious.

At that moment, Lu Ya knew he had guessed correctly.

Lu Ya then delivered the final blow, coldly stating, "What I enjoy most is striking while the iron is hot and taking someone's life!"

"Tell me, will you kill us all today, or will we drag you down with us, you evil god!"