Super God: There's a mischievous Xi in my head

Liu Dang's eyes snapped open, and he reached out to grab Liu Chuang's right hand tightly.

Seeing this, Lena, who was not far away, immediately realized something was wrong and shouted, "Liu Chuang!"

Liu Dang's hand gripped Liu Chuang's wrist tightly like an iron clamp, with a force far beyond imagination.

A strange and twisted smile appeared on his face, as if he had everything under control.

"You...!" Liu Chuang's expression changed drastically. He tried to break free with all his might, but found that his younger brother's hand was as if welded to his wrist, and he couldn't move an inch.

The next second, thick, ink-black mist surged out from Liu Dang's body, wrapping around Liu Chuang's arms as if it were alive, and quickly spreading throughout his body.

The black mist was icy cold, and wherever it passed, a stinging sensation of being corroded came.

"Let go!" Liu Chuang roared, trying to pry his brother's fingers apart with his other hand.

His muscles were taut to the limit, but no matter how much he struggled, he could not escape the eerie black mist and the iron clamp-like restraint.

"Liu Chuang!"

Ge Xiaolun's exclamation and Zhao Xin's angry shout rang out simultaneously. The group whirled around.

Witnessing the ominous black mist frantically coiling around Liu Chuang's body, and the twisted smile on "Liu Dang's" face sending chills down one's spine.

"Let him go!" Ge Xiaolun glared at Liu Dang, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Heh," Liu Dang scoffed, "You think I'll just let you go because you tell me to? Do you think I'm stupid?" He tightened his grip, causing the black mist to entwine even more tightly.

"You—!" Ge Xiaolun was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he immediately picked up the Void Greatsword and was about to rush forward.

"Calm down!" Lena swiftly reached out to block him. Her brows furrowed, her gaze fixed on the churning black mist, and she said in a low voice:

"Don't make any rash moves... I feel something's wrong with this black mist."

Ge Xiaolun gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, but he had to suppress his rage and force out a sentence through gritted teeth: "...Damn it!"

Liu Dang's lips curled into an almost manic smile, his eyes gleaming with a morbid light, his voice filled with seductive intent:

"Brother, stop resisting... Join me in this glorious evolution! Hahahaha—!"

Amidst Liu Dang's wild laughter, the thick black mist completely engulfed Liu Chuang's figure.

"Liu Chuang—!"

His companions' desperate shouts pierced through the fog, but could not reach his ears.

At this moment, Liu Chuang could only feel the biting cold seeping into his limbs and bones through his skin.

What broke his heart most was the pair of hands that were tightly gripping his.

His beloved younger brother is dragging him into this dark despair.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and his consciousness, like a boulder sinking into the deep sea, was rapidly dissipating.

"Xiao Lun... everyone..."

With his last ounce of strength, Liu Chuang struggled to raise his hand, trying to grasp something—a glimmer of hope, a ray of light.

But the hand that reached into the void eventually fell limply, completely swallowed by the surging black mist.

When the black mist completely dissipated, revealing the figures within, everyone gasped in shock.

Its body was hunched over, yet it was still larger than an adult bear. Its jet-black skin was covered with scabs, and dark red bone fragments were embedded in its folds.

The head was twisted and deformed, the left eye was pierced by a broken axe blade, and black liquid like tar was flowing out; the right eye was swollen like a rotten fruit, and the turbid yellow pupil was full of blood vessels.

The axe handle was pieced together from a dozen or so twisted vertebrae, with blood-red tendons hanging between the joints, and the ends were wrapped with rusty iron chains.

The axe blade was wide with jagged, uneven edges, like solidified lava, with bits of meat and bone stuck in the gaps.

The dark red rust gleamed oily under the light, and when it was waved, the faint wails of wronged souls could be heard.

He let out a low, inhuman growl, emanating a suffocating aura of oppression.

"Liu Chuang..." Ge Xiaolun whispered in disbelief.

"It's done! Hahaha!" Liu Dang looked at his "masterpiece" and laughed triumphantly.

"Enjoy this 'new life' I've given you, my dear brother! Come find me again when you're done playing!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Dang's figure twisted and turned into black mist, disappearing instantly, leaving only his arrogant laughter echoing in the air.

Liu Chuang, who had completely lost his mind, or rather, the newly reborn Oukeser...

He slowly turned his crimson eyes toward his former comrade-in-arms. He lowered his body slightly, assuming an attack stance, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire battlefield as if it were a tangible force.

Lena's expression was extremely solemn. She took a step forward, blocking the crowd, and whispered:

"All personnel, high alert! He... doesn't recognize us now!"

At this moment, Liu Chuang's strength was almost on par with that of Ma Tian, ​​who had transformed into the King of Oukes.

In other words, his strength at this moment is almost on par with that of the fourth generation.

Moreover, due to the characteristics of his genes, he also possesses the power to 'kill gods'.

The monstrous Liu Chuang let out a deafening roar, and the battle axe in his hand, pieced together from his spine and broken bones, swept towards the crowd with a fierce whistling sound!

"Scatter!" Lena shouted sharply, her palm instantly gathering blinding light energy.

Ge Xiaolun gritted his teeth, using his Void Greatsword to parry the heavy axe—

"clang--!"

The deafening metallic clanging sound almost ripped my eardrums apart.

Ge Xiaolun felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword, and he was sent flying backward by the blow, his arms going numb.

Zhao Xin's figure flashed around the monster like lightning, but his attacks could only produce a few sparks on the hard armor.

The stalagmite summoned by Cheng Yaowen had just broken through the soil when it was casually crushed to pieces by the monster's foot!

"This power... is outrageous!" Zhao Xin barely dodged the remaining force of the battle axe with a backflip, his face pale.

Lena's energy blast struck the monster's chest, only causing it to pause slightly. Its crimson eyes immediately locked onto her, and the battle axe, accompanied by a piercing shriek, swung down again!

If Lena had all her abilities and permissions fully activated and enough time, she might have been able to defeat Liu Chuang.

Even without sufficient preparation time, his full power should be enough to hold out, or allow him to fight Liu Chuang for several rounds.

However, most of Lena's genetic abilities are currently sealed, making her just an ordinary third-generation god, not even the strongest, and no match for Liu Chuang at all.

"Cover the captain!"

Rui Mengmeng shouted and raised her greatsword to charge at Liu Chuang, but Liu Chuang simply waved his hand casually, and Rui Mengmeng was slapped away by a huge force and crashed into the ruins in the distance.

Ge Xiaolun struggled to his feet from the rubble, and looking at the dark figure ravaging the battlefield, a sharp pain welled up in his heart.

Damn it, what am I going to do? They're no match for us!