If I, a death row inmate, am not to become a demon, am I to become a member of the Imperial Guard?

The stone roller did not move.

Those dark red eyes were fixed on Zhou Yang.

There is not a trace of humanity in it.

There was only a chilling killing intent. It was like looking at a stubborn rock.

Zhou Yang's chest heaved violently.

With every breath, the wound on my back burned with pain.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood-tinged foam, the blood tinged with black.

"Container..." Shi Gun's voice was much hoarseer than before.

Zhou Yang grinned, but his smile looked more like a grimace.

"Your broken shell is about to shatter too."

Before he could finish speaking...

The ground beneath their feet let out a muffled groan.

It did not come from the outside.

It came from deep within the cave, from beneath that strange altar.

hum-

The strange patterns carved on the surface of the altar suddenly lit up with a blood-red light.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it carried an ominous pulse, like a beating heart.

The stones that had been shattered by Zhou Yang and Shi Gun's true essence were now suspended in mid-air.

They trembled slightly, covered with a thin layer of red frost.

"Not good!" Qin Shuang's expression changed. She leaned against the wall, feeling the entire mountain shaking slightly.

The officers of the Embroidered Uniform Guard staggered, and some of them fell to the ground.

Above, stalactites began to fall in small pieces.

The dust was like a gray snowfall.

"Quick! The rope!" Zhou Yang shouted suddenly.

He no longer cared about the stone roller.

A danger even more deadly than this bizarre "container" is about to unfold.

His plan included the worst-case scenario.

This altar is the core of the seal. Forcibly breaking through it will inevitably cause a backlash.

He had already driven iron stakes into the cliff edge on one side of the stone gate and hung ropes there.

That was their only way to survive.

Zhou Yang struggled to his feet.

He tried to walk towards Qin Shuang, but as soon as he exerted force, his left leg went weak and his knee slammed heavily to the ground.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black.

"Zhou Yang!"

Qin Shuang quickly came over and grabbed his arm.

Her arm was steady, with an undeniable strength.

"Walk!"

She put Zhou Yang's arm on her shoulder and half-dragged, half-supported him as she rushed toward the rope.

The captains behind them realized what was happening and scrambled to catch up.

Boom!

A loud bang.

A huge crack appeared in the dome directly above the altar.

A rock the size of a small hill broke off and crashed heavily onto the altar.

The entire altar shattered into pieces in an instant.

The crimson light, like a flood bursting its banks, gushed forth from the cracks.

The shaking of the cave suddenly intensified.

The ground beneath our feet is cracking inch by inch.

"Hurry!" Zhou Yang shouted with all his might.

Qin Shuang had already led him to the edge of the cliff.

She glanced at the bottomless darkness below, and without the slightest hesitation, grabbed the rope and skillfully tied it around her waist.

"I'll get off first, you hold on tight!"

She carried Zhou Yang, and with a sway of her body, they left the collapsed ground.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me.

Zhou Yang instinctively tightened his arms and hugged Qin Shuang tightly.

She had a faint smell of blood on her body, along with a hint of cold fragrance.

The rope creaked and groaned as it supported the weight of the two people.

They began to fall rapidly.

Above them, boulders kept falling and the rocks screamed in agony.

Behind them, the figures of the Imperial Guard captains slid down the ropes one after another.

Just then, a series of rapid whooshing sounds suddenly came from the stone wall diagonally above.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Several black crossbow bolts grazed Qin Shuang's body and embedded themselves in the rock wall below.

The arrow's fletching continued to buzz.

someone!

Qin Shuang suddenly looked up.

At the gap they had just jumped out of, a dozen or so men in black appeared out of nowhere.

They wore hideous ghost masks, held crossbows, and pulled the triggers in unison.

They are members of the Heavenly Principle Sect!

They'd been waiting outside, anticipating the cave's collapse so they could trap the turtle in a jar!

"Watch out!" Qin Shuang shouted.

She suddenly swayed her body, pulling Zhou Yang to the side.

More crossbow bolts came flying, embedding themselves in the ropes where they had just been standing.

The rope began to shake violently.

One of the Imperial Guard captains was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the thigh by an arrow. He screamed in pain and almost fell off.

Despair instantly enveloped everyone.

Above them were the Heavenly Principles Cult's pursuers, and below them lay a dark abyss.

They are like insects caught in a spider's web, left only to passively await their death.

Zhou Yang's breathing became rapid.

His lifespan is almost over.

His true essence was also depleted.

He didn't even have the strength to hold the knife.

Is this the end of it?

No.

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield.

He saw a person.

Stone roll.

He didn't leave.

The man whose body was possessed by the dark red will was standing on a protruding rock.

Above his head, a huge rock teetered precariously.

The ground beneath his feet was rapidly collapsing.

Several crossbow bolts from the Heavenly Principle Sect were shot at him.

The stone roller was easily shattered with a simple gesture of his bare hand.

His eyes were also gleaming.

That dark red will clearly sensed the danger.

It is a proud predator. But a predator will not foolishly die alongside its prey.

A thought flashed through Zhou Yang's mind.

A crazy idea, but the only feasible one.

"Stone wheel!"

Zhou Yang roared with all his might.

His voice echoed through the collapsed cave.

"Kill them first! Otherwise, we'll all die here!"

Shi Gun's dark red eyes suddenly turned to Zhou Yang.

His eyes held a mixture of interrogation and disdain.

Zhou Yang met his gaze and spoke, word by word.

"I don't care what kind of container you're looking for."

"Right now, our priority is survival!"

"Kill them, and this space is yours. You can have whatever you want."

"Kill us, and you'll just be buried under these rocks!"

Blood seeped from the corner of Zhou Yang's mouth again.

He was betting on the rationality of that will.

Something that has survived to this day cannot be without reason.

The stone roller fell silent.

The boulder above him crashed down, striking the spot where he had just been standing, sending debris flying everywhere.

The members of the Tenrikyo sect also discovered this unusual "companion".

"What is that?"

"It's a monster! Kill him!"

More crossbow bolts were fired at the stone roller.

The stone roller swayed slightly, clearly affected by the falling rocks.

"container……"

The metallic scraping sound finally rang out.

He didn't look at Zhou Yang, but instead looked at the people from the Heavenly Principle Sect.

"……good."

Just two simple words.

But it sounded like a command.

The stone roller moved.

He did not fall.

Instead, he pushed off with both legs, his body shooting like a cannonball against the downward momentum, hurtling towards the Heavenly Principle Sect members diagonally above.

He stood on the rock face, and with each step he left a deep footprint.

The speed is astonishing.

"Loose the arrows! Loose the arrows now!"

The leader of the Heavenly Principle Sect screamed in terror.

They fired their crossbows wildly.

Arrows rained down.

But in front of the stone roller, these arrows were as fragile as paper.

He swung his arm, creating a gust of wind with his fist.

The rain of arrows was completely deflected.

In the next instant, he had already rushed into the crowd.

There are no special moves.

Only the purest power.

He threw a punch, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones popping.

One of the masked men had his chest caved in and flew out like a tattered sack.

He grabbed the other person by the neck and squeezed it gently.

"Click."

The head drooped down at an odd angle.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Limbs and severed arms fell from above like rain.

This is no longer martial arts.

This was pure slaughter.

Zhou Yang, Qin Shuang, and the others slid rapidly downwards amidst the rain of blood.

Zhou Yang looked at the crazed killing machine above him with a complex expression.

He's trying to negotiate with a tiger.

But now, he has no other choice.

"Hold on tight!" Qin Shuang shouted in a low voice.

She accelerated her descent, pulling Zhou Yang to avoid a falling rock.

Zhou Yang looked at her tense profile and nodded.

At the other end of the rope, the captains were also descending in a heart-stopping manner.

As they watched the carnage above, they felt both fear and a strange glimmer of hope.

That monster had now become their guardian deity.

The stone roller's slaughter did not last long.

More than a dozen elites of the Heavenly Principle Sect were slaughtered by him in less than ten breaths.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, his dark red eyes sweeping across the view below.

Zhou Yang and the others had already descended most of the distance.

Above, the entire cave ceiling was collapsing on a massive scale.

More boulders crashed down, blocking the entrance and completely destroying everything there.

The stone roller did not pursue.

He glanced at the altar ruins that were about to be completely buried, then at Zhou Yang falling.

His body moved.

It wasn't a chase.

Instead, he grabbed a hanging rope and began to slide down.

His movements lacked any of Qin Shuang's agility, displaying only stiff efficiency and power.

The temporary alliance has ended.

A new standoff will begin below.

Zhou Yang watched the figure falling down the rope and gripped Qin Shuang's shoulders tightly.

His body was cold. It was unclear whether it was from excessive blood loss or from the chill emanating from the monster.

What awaits them beneath the abyss?