Chapter 124 Ye Xiang's Collapse

Ye Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted, as if an invisible ice cone had pierced into his brow.

He stumbled back, and the light pattern at his feet suddenly dimmed like a flame being extinguished.

The golden light that originally enveloped the body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the surging black fog underneath.

The black mist seemed to be alive, climbing up along his fingertips.

Wherever it passed, the golden light emitted a burning sound.

"No... Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Ye Xiang dug her fingers deep into her scalp.

The blood that oozed from between his fingers dripped onto the black robe and was instantly swallowed by the black mist.

His shoulders trembled violently, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he could not utter a complete sentence.

Only broken breaths escaped from between the teeth, like some kind of dying whimper.

Xiao Qihao felt a sudden chill on the back of his neck.

The long knife that was supposed to pierce his throat stopped at the tip of his nose. The distance was close enough that he could clearly see the gap on the blade and the coagulated dark red blood stains.

The man in black holding the knife kept swinging his sword.

His eyeballs bulged out suddenly, with a weird smile on his lips, but his body slowly went limp as if all the bones had been pulled out.

There was a muffled sound of "dong".

The man in black fell to the ground, and the dust splashed on Xiao Qihao's shoes.

He was stunned for a moment, and blinked subconsciously.

I wonder if I am hallucinating because I am too nervous.

But then, the surrounding shadows fell one after another.

Some of them bent their knees and knelt on the ground with a heavy muffled sound, while others fell directly on their faces, and the sound of the back of their heads hitting the stone slabs was so painful to hear.

"This... What's going on?"

Xiao Qihao turned his neck stiffly, his eyes wandering over the lifeless black-clothed guards, his brows twisted into a knot.

He stretched out his hand, and placed his fingertips in front of the nose of the nearest black-clad guard, and probed tentatively.

The other party really didn't breathe at all.

How come these men in black who had pounced on us like mad dogs just now suddenly seemed to have their souls sucked away?

At this moment, a shrill cry came from the direction of the God's Platform, and Xiao Qihao suddenly looked up -

The sight there made him gasp for air, his heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible hand, and even his breathing skipped a beat.

Ye Xiang stood in the middle of the light and fog, her body seemed to be pulled by invisible lines.

Sometimes the golden light lifted the black robe into the air, and the fragments of the black robe danced in the wind. Sometimes the black mist dragged the black robe to the ground, making a dull sound.

His skin was covered with bloodstains.

Half of it was glowing with golden light, and the other half was covered with black frost. It looked weird and scary.

“Aaaaaaah——!”

Ye Xiang suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry.

His hands were scratching in the air, as if he was trying to grab something, or trying to break free of something.

"It's fake... It's all fake...!"

Xiao Qihao staggered to his feet, and the short knife fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound, but he was completely unaware of it.

He stared at Ye Xiang on the platform, his eyes full of disbelief.

Is this really the Ye Xiang who is always calm and composed, and shows a hint of indifference even when humiliating herself?

Ye Xiang, who was high above everyone else and seemed to have everything under his control,

How did it become like this?

He subconsciously walked towards Shen Qingze, his steps a little unsteady.

He reached out to support the other's shaky body, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

There was also a trace of confusion that I didn't even notice.

"Teacher Shen, Ye Xiang...what happened to him?"

His eyes still did not move away from Ye Xiang, as if he wanted to find the answer from the chaotic scene.

"Those men in black... Why did they suddenly fall down? And why did he..."

He didn't say the rest.

Because he himself didn't know how to describe the strange scene before him.

Shen Qingze's face was paler than paper.

He leaned in Xiao Qihao's arms, his fingertips tightly grasping the other's collar, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Xiang on the messenger platform.

“He’s falling apart.”

Shen Qingze's voice was very soft, but very clear.

"The birth of a new god requires an absolutely pure faith as a medium, and he is that medium."

He paused, watching Ye Xiang being lifted up by the golden light and then dragged down by the black mist, and continued,

"But what I just said made him start to doubt."

"He suspected that the new god was fake, that his years of hard work were a joke, and even suspected that the ghost slave - the source of his power, was not what he thought it was."

"so……"

Xiao Qihao's Adam's apple rolled, his brows furrowed even tighter, and the doubt in his eyes did not diminish at all.

He still didn't quite understand. How could mere suspicion make a person become like this?

Ye Xiang's reaction was too intense.

He looked at Ye Xiang struggling in pain in the light mist, feeling mixed emotions.

There was confusion, shock, and a hint of indescribable emotion.

“So both forces got out of control.”

Shen Qingze's sight fell on the golden light and black mist that kept flashing on Ye Xiang's body.

"The power of the new god is absorbing him, and the fragments of the soul of Yeluvis, the real ghost god, are also eating back at him."

"He is now like a prey being torn apart by two wild beasts. The moment his faith collapsed, he even lost the ability to maintain his balance."

Ye Xiang's screams became more and more shrill.

His body twisted violently in the air, and his bones made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

The golden light and black mist formed a huge vortex around him.

It sucked in the surrounding rubble, broken blades and even the bodies of the black-clad guards, and crushed them into powder in an instant.

Xiao Qihao looked at the shocking scene and felt his throat tighten. He swallowed subconsciously.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils slightly contracted, and his face was full of surprise.

This power is too terrifying. Can Ye Xiang really withstand it?

He looked at Ye Xiang again, and doubts surged in his heart:

Was all this really because of Shen Qingze's words? Or had Ye Xiang already had doubts and omissions in her heart?

"He... Can he survive?"

Xiao Qihao's voice was a little dry, and even he himself didn't know why he asked this question.

"Will he just die like this?"

Perhaps the scene before him was too tragic, or perhaps he could not fully accept in his subconscious that the once invincible Ye Xiang would end up like this.

But he couldn't ask Shen Qingze to save him again.

This may be the lesson and result that Ye Xiang deserves.

Cause and effect are connected, he has no position and no reason to ask anyone to save him.

Shen Qingze did not answer Xiao Qihao, but just shook his head slightly.

He looked at the increasingly violent vortex on the stage of the God's Messenger, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

Ye Xiang's collapse may be their chance to escape.

But it may also mean a greater disaster - uncontrolled power is often more terrifying than controlled power.