"You audacious blasphemer!"

The sound exploded right next to Xiao Cheng's ears, making her dizzy and lightheaded.

Despite being scalded and smoking, several tentacles twisted the red rope around its neck, while the remaining tentacle deftly bypassed the rope and stabbed mercilessly into Xiao Cheng's back.

A muffled thud.

The moment the tentacle touched Xiao Cheng, it was deflected by a wooden stick. Xu Chu rushed over in three strides and delivered a powerful side kick, sending it even further away.

At the same time, Xiao Cheng's dagger had already plunged into the tentacle. She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, rotating the blade back and forth. The wound quickly became a mangled mess, oozing a dark blue, foul-smelling liquid.

The false god roared in agony, violently slapping its tentacles.

"Don't move!" Number 7 suddenly appeared out of nowhere, flipped over and pinned the tentacle down, holding it tightly, and shouted to Xiao Cheng, "Hurry up! I can't hold on much longer!"

Xiao Cheng gritted her teeth and pressed her body weight onto the dagger.

As the blade penetrated deeper, she felt increasing resistance. Just as it was about to pierce the tentacle, the tip of the blade suddenly struck some hard metal, producing a crisp clanging sound.

"Wait, wait... I, I can't hold it down anymore!" The tentacle soared high into the sky, and Number 7's body was thrown up, letting out a wail as it fell to the distance, and then there was no more movement.

Xiao Cheng gripped the dagger tightly, the blade peeling away large chunks of its outer skin as the tentacle moved, revealing the metal skeleton and intricate wiring inside.

This is not a false god at all, but a creation of humankind.