The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Wuchang's arm instantly broke off, but a new one immediately grew out, stabbing towards Vivian at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

　"Pfft!"

　The tentacles brushed against Vivian's shoulder armor, and the huge impact instantly knocked her to the ground.

　Before she could get up, the flesh on Wuchang's arm burst open, and four or five tentacles suddenly sprouted out, tightly binding Vivian's armor.

　The next second, the ice flame exploded, blowing all those tentacles away—

　"boom!"

　The moment the tentacles were torn apart, countless more tentacles grew out and suddenly stabbed towards Vivian.

　Vivian quickly retreated, dodging the tentacles' pursuit while thinking quickly.

　This is not going to work... Although Wu Chang can't seem to kill me easily, he can continue to delay time...

　If the consumption continues, the Holy Tree Bracelet will be completely eroded, and Vivian will be eroded by the unknown like those undead.

　We need to find a way to deal with him quickly...

　"Boom, boom, boom, boom -"

　Under the continuous bombardment of tentacles, Vivian ran quickly.

　Calm down...try to think like Alice...

　Let's analyze his composition first... He has characteristics of many different creatures... dragons... insects... tigers... bulls... octopuses... and humans...

　A fusion of concepts...?

　Those who cross the bridge are eroded by the unknown and become discrete concepts...then cross the Naihe Bridge...and become part of the Sansheng Stone...

　Erosion... peeling... fusion... is this how he was formed?

　Would it be possible to weaken his abilities by stripping away some of his concepts?

　How to peel it off?

　Suddenly, Alice recalled what Wu Chang had said in the female soldier's memory:

　"Drank the magic potion...forgot the worldly affairs...walked over the Naihe Bridge...cast into the Three Lives Stone..."

　Those undead souls...turned into discrete concepts after drinking the love potion!

　So can we assume that this is the effect of soup?

　Vivian turned her head and looked towards the Naihe Bridge, where she saw an undead soul slowly drinking soup.

　Ok, give it a try!

　Thinking this way, she twisted the blade, releasing some of the madness in her body -

　"Haha!"

　"boom----"

　A torrent of ice flames gushed out and instantly pierced through Wuchang's body, causing him to stumble back.

　While his gap was healing, Vivian rushed towards the undead and snatched the Ecstasy Potion from his hand:

　"Don't drink! Glutton! Don't forget your past!"

　After she finished speaking, she jumped up as if by reflex—the tentacles of Impermanence hit the ground where Vivian had just stood at that moment.

　"boom!"

　Vivian rose into the air, stepped on Wuchang's tentacle, and then ran along his tentacle.

　She held the Ecstasy Potion steadily in one hand, and with the other she swung out a storm of sword blades, continuously blasting away the attacking tentacles.

　After calculating the height accurately, Vivian jumped up and reached the same height as Wuchang's tall head.

　"Drink the soup!"

　She thrust her silver sword into the Impermanence's insect-like mouth, pried it open, and instantly tore his jaw apart.

　Then, she stuffed the bowl and the soup into Wuchang's mouth——

　“Puka!”

　Wuchang staggered back a few steps, and his body suddenly began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

　When Vivian landed, she just saw faint ripples on Wuchang's body - something was brewing inside him, as if it was going to tear him apart.

　Then, as Vivian watched, the head of a giant squid broke through its impermanent body and struggled with its eight legs twisting.

　This was not a physical separation, but rather a conceptual one—the junction between the giant squid and the Impermanence's body was flashing with colorful light, and illusory shadows kept flickering on the two creatures.

　The giant squid died as soon as it hit the ground, and after that, the tentacles on Wuchang's body disappeared.

　Then, a grand separation unfolded before Vivian's eyes: grasshoppers... locusts... tigers... all sorts of creatures peeled off Wuchang's body and died as soon as they hit the ground. During this process, Wuchang's enormous body gradually shrank, and his body also shrank.

　In the end, as the remains of a fire dragon fell to the ground, Wuchang was finally left with only a human form.

　The human figure had been cut off at the waist, and its face was as blurry as an oil painting, and it was obvious that it had lost its life.

　Did it work...?

　Vivian gasped, and her silver armor gradually turned into ice flames and dissipated.

　She looked at her hands, then looked at Wuchang who was lying dead on the ground.

　I can't believe she came up with this solution herself...

　Is this considered growth? Vivian's lips curled slightly, and then she glanced at the bracelet on her hand.

　It's been almost an hour!

　No more time to waste! Thinking of this, Vivian immediately took a step and rushed towards the Naihe Bridge.

　Howling Castle.

　With the help of the soldiers, Zuo Shangtang put on armor, took a shield and a lance, and mounted his horse with a pale face.

　"General, are you okay?" A Black Dragon Society soldier looked at Zuo Shangtang jokingly.

　"I'm fine," Zuo Shangtang's lips trembled, "I'm fine..."

　He knew that Doreen DuBois sent him to the battlefield at this time basically to use him as cannon fodder.

　Regardless of the final barrage of annihilation bullets or the assault by the so-called Holy Tree Legion, Zuo Shangtang would definitely be sacrificed.

　He felt his heart beating fast, and fear rushed to his brain along with the blood, causing him to feel a throbbing pain in his forehead.

　"Get ready."

　Zuo Shangtang hung the shield on the side of the horse, held the reins, and drove the black horse forward.

　Behind him, a large army in black armor followed him and marched towards the direction where the Holy Tree Legion was attacking.

　Enter.

　After running across the field for about fifteen minutes, Zuo Shangtang saw a dark mass on the distant horizon.

　There are giant walking trees, vines surging like waves, and countless strange elves.

　That's an army of monsters!

　"Open the plastic surgery!"

　Zuo Shangtang roared, and the cavalry behind him stopped one after another, and the archers quickly took up their positions.

　Seeing that the army was getting closer and closer, and they were already at the distance where they were destined to fight, Zuo Shangtang raised his hand:

　"preparation!"

　He could feel his hands trembling, and past events flashed through his mind, one after another.

　He saw himself agreeing to work with Lin Kemu in a foolish way, saw himself passing by the genius that only appears once in a thousand years in the corridor, and saw his wife leaving the house in tears.

　The broken past has become a wall between him and him.

　"Fire arrows!"

　At a command from Zuo Shangtang, arrows with burning fire strings and flames flew out from the army's formation, like a meteor shower.

　The rain of fire pierced into the outline of the Holy Tree Legion, triggering a series of explosions, but it failed to stop the momentum that was surging like a sea wave.

　"preparation!"

　Zuo Shangtang raised his hand again, his face flushed.

　Just as he was about to give another order, beams of fire flew out from between the silhouettes of the Sacred Tree Legion—

　——Those were fireballs! They filled the sky like a heavy downpour!

　"Rules for all members——"

　"boom"

　The violent explosion blew Zuo Shangtang off his horse. He only felt a buzzing sound on the side of his head and then fell into a complete coma.

　In a blur, he heard the roar of soldiers and horses, the splashing of mud, and strange and mournful cries.

　After a long time, his consciousness gradually returned and his vision was pieced together bit by bit.

　“Haaaaaa…!”

　Zuo Shangtang staggered to his feet, holding his temples, his blurry vision sweeping around him.

　A whistling wind came from behind him, and Zuo Shangtang dodged suddenly. A black horse passed by him, and the strong wind made him stumble backward.

　Before he could stand firm, the black horse's head spun and landed at his feet, followed by the headless horse body and a pair of human hands.

　Zuo Shangtang suddenly looked up and saw a twisted humanoid tree demon tearing the black horse knight into two pieces. Blood splattered on its body, staining its six or seven eyes red.

　The tree demon turned around and saw Zuo Shangtang, and immediately raised the tree blade in his hand and chopped at it!

　"squeak!"

　"what!"

　Zuo Shangtang screamed and tried to dodge, but another black horse attacked from the side, knocking the tree demon directly into the mud under its feet, and the horse's hooves smashed its head.

　The horse was immediately pierced by the protruding thorns on the ground, nailing the knight on its back to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

　Chaotic scenes continued to occur around Zuoshang Hall, with tree demons and Black Dragon Society soldiers fighting each other, blood and plant structures flying everywhere.

　Amid the noise of war, Zuo Shangtang felt an invisible force strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

　The smell of blood, broken limbs, screams and wails.

　There is no glory.

　In his blurred vision, a half-torn head appeared in Zuo Shangtang's field of vision.

　He could see the whites of the knight's eyes, the lingering terror on his face.

　War... this is war...

　War kissed him for the first time, as a vicious woman kisses an innocent baby.

　The only time in his life that Zuo Shangtang had been involved in war was during the genocide against the Ice Dragon family. But at that time, he was on the bridge of the fleet's flagship and had no experience of the blood splattering in the courtyard.

　Did those dragons lose everything in such a scene?

　It turns out that his wife had seen all this before, so she couldn't tolerate him and left him?

　Ah... She must be in that army. Is she still alive? Or maybe she's already dead.

　He died at the hands of Doreen DuBois, to whom he was loyal.

　"...ah..."

　Zuo Shangtang held his head, knelt on the ground, and bent deeply in the mud of war.

　The sounds of fighting around him were gradually fading away. Zuo Shangtang subconsciously lifted up his sleeves, revealing the intricate tattoos on them.

　Let it end... Let it all end...

　Zuo Shangtang poured spiritual energy into his arm, and as the dark tattoo began to spin on his hand, he felt a huge monster approaching from a distance.

　The arrival of the Black Dragon Servant will destroy his arm and his spirit in the process.

　He would probably die on the battlefield, but so what.

　It's time to go see those old friends with guilt.